Original subtitles

April 1945 Bucharest

Back up 20 meters, turn the lights down and wait for me.

Yes, commissar.

WITH CLEAN HANDS

The characters are fictional, but the action is inspired by true facts.

Don't let it get away!

Tackle him!

After him! Get him!

Put it down!

He was a communist since '37.

He helped us a lot while we were underground.

You realize what it meant for us to have a communist in the police.

- They killed him. - I heard...

Don't interrupt me, please!

We can name a commissar in the 2nd district.

You know what's going on down there. Robberies, killings, rapes...

- Day and night... - Take the ball with you!

- I hope you didn't think of me. - Yes, we did.

You gain some experience while being underground.

I know it's not your field. Many things are not our field.

We must learn as we go.

There you go! Your order.

It's only natural. After working 10 hours in the factory,

we bring them here and expect them to win.

They'll get better.

Listen to me. You know what kind of people are in the commissary.

Don't try to bring your politics to them.

Order in the neighborhood. That's your policy!

Let's show them we can do anything, if we must. Do you understand?

- Yes. - Okay, then.

- I never dreamt of being a cop. - Listen to me...

That's what the party wants from you.

Shall we?

Yes.

- Good luck and congratulations! - Comrade Popa...

The car is yours. So is the driver, Alexe.

- He's the worst driver in Europe. - You never have a kind word for me.

He doesn't even have a driving license.

That's not important.

Commissar Roman will give you a brand new one.

Good luck!

- Alexe... - Yes, Mr. Roman?

What will they say when they'll see me dressed like that?

I don't look like a commissar.

- You look great. - You think so?

Seriously.

If you say so...

This is not your pop's garage! Where are you going?

- It's an honor, mister. - Hi!

- Hello, Mr. Head-commissar! - Where's the commissar?

At the fire range. Follow me!

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were undercover.

A 10 and a 9.

10...

- Who are you? - He's the new commissar.

That's not necessary. I was notified.

Tefan Patulea, your new aid.

Mihai Roman.

Commissar Miclovan.

He leads the gangster unit in the Bucharest police.

- You must have heard of him. - Mihai Roman.

Shall we resume shooting?

Mr. Miclovan claims the revolver is better than the gun.

We have a contest here. We each shoot two magazines,

5 shots each, we're given points according to time and accuracy.

We're also taking bets? Are you a betting man, Mr. Roman?

7.4 seconds for Mr. Patulea.

7.6 seconds for Mr. Miclovan.

Congratulations! I didn't believe it. Life is full of surprises.

- Shall we carry on? - Okay.

- Are you being entertained? - Yes.

Don't you want to give it a try?

I would, but I don't have a revolver.

Here's mine!

Out of the way!

It's okay. After a few training sessions, everything will be fine.

I have to go now. I must get the money for the champagne I just lost.

Goodbye!

He's one of our best men. Maybe the best.

Let's go, guys!

Ready! Fire!

There was a war. All values are turned upside down.

Armed attacks are nothing out of the ordinary.

Lately, in our district there's a gang that kills in cold blood,

just to make a point.

- Do you have any clues? - Close to none.

The boss seems to be a guy named Scortea.

An ex-officer. He doesn't have a record.

We only have a picture of him, when he was an ensign.

That was in 1932. And it's of poor quality.

Our informants don't tell us anything. They're afraid.

So we're looking for the needle in the haystack.

That's exactly right! Are you in the police for a long time?

- Not really. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

This is your office.

I have a small resting place here. A shower, a bed...

Now it's yours. You'll be spending a lot of nights here.

- Should I call the driver? - No, I have my own driver and car.

We have only a few small cases. Routine...

Patulea speaking.

Hello!

The Lembert Jeweler was robbed. Miclovan wants our help.

- What shall we do? - We're going.

Be careful! They're shooting from all over the place.

We got them! This time they're history.

There's about ten of them. The house is surrounded.

I think they're Semaca's guys.

I'm waiting for the tear gas, to make them cry.

- Did the alarm warned you? - No way.

- We received a phone call. - You're so lucky with these calls!

Are you entertained, commissar?

Have a little patience and we'll get them.

- This a real war! - They calmed down.

- Maybe they finished their ammo. - Maybe...

He was playing dead. It's an old trick.

There are a lot of tricks I don't know yet.

Goddamn it! A tank!

What are you looking at? Follow them!

What are you waiting for? Start the cars!

- What was that? - A tank, what else?

I never seen such a thing!

I must admit, he got me here. I'm sure it's Semaca.

He'll pay for this! I'll never forgive him!

Start the cars, why are you looking at me?

- How can that be? - I don't know.

Maybe the Germans left it behind.

Using armored vehicles as a striking force.

You feel like joking!

The whole country is poor, people are starving,

but the gangsters use tanks as a striking force in Bucharest!

We're doing great!

You had a hard first day. It will be difficult to get rid of the gangs.

Patulea, you think I'm stupid? You think I didn't recognize you?

- I recognized you too. - So?

What do you want me to do? To beg for forgiveness?

I was young and I went to jail. They beat me up.

You know how they're beating people.

After that, you came. Elegant, friendly...

"Come on, boy, tell them everything! These beasts will kill you."

"It's a shame!"

You didn't let me sleep for four days and four nights.

After that, you started hitting me.

Should I remind you of everything you've done to me?

- I was doing my job. - Your job?

Your job was to beat me up. Mine was to shut up.

In that case, we both did our job.

Today, when that guy was firing at you, I could've let him.

- But I did my job. - And that makes us even?

You're wrong! What about the others you've tormented?

You will pay for everything.

Yes, I investigated communists, I sent them to jail.

That was my job. I can't change the past.

You hate me, that's for sure. I have no feelings for you.

Now I work for the police, I'm serving the citizens.

- I protect them, I risk my life. - I saw that...

Let's say I'll forgive you, although that's not the case.

How about the others?

The history won't forgive you, if the word is not too big.

You're probably right.

I live here. Do you want to come up?

Don't worry, I won't put cyanide in your wine.

Do you have a good wine?

- You score! - Let's get you to bed!

You're dead tired. Your eyes are closing.

Maybe the commissar lives too far from here.

If you want, you can spend the night here, on the couch.

And we can talk all night. I know dad's stories.

Please, stay!

- What class are you in? - Third class, Cantemir school.

Say good night to Mr. Roman.

Goodbye!

If you want to play rugby, go to the Federation stadium

and ask for Mr. Zamfir. Tell them I sent you.

I'll do that. Goodnight, dad!

- Do you want a cigarette? - Thanks, I have my own.

It's like this every night. When he goes away, I can't sleep.

Every day I worry I might never see him again.

- You have an awful job! - We can't do only as we please.

I asked him to quit. He went to college.

- He could open a lawyer practice. - I'm afraid it's too late for that.

Why do you forget about your family?

Do you have a family?

Just my father. He's a train conductor.

He's at war, somewhere in Czechoslovakia.

Don't you want to spend the night here? Maybe you live too far.

No, thank you. I like to sleep in my bed.

- Good night! - I'll walk you out.

You shouldn't have had a family.

Commissar!

One word out of you and I'll close your mouth and your place.

- I'm going to the boss. - He doesn't want to be disturbed.

Hands up, Scortea!

Where can we talk?

Aren't you taking me to the police?

I asked you where can we talk.

- You were brave to come here alone. - Quit fooling around!

I know all about you for some time.

I know at least four of your hiding places.

I know where you sell your stuff.

Next week I planned on setting you up big time, like Miclovan.

I would've taken you down.

If you want to know something about the jewellery,

I don't know anything.

- Do you want some whiskey? - It's not that.

I received new information and I changed my plans.

How much?

Did you sell the currency confiscated from Miclea?

Not yet.

Are you friends with Holsman, the forger?

You can say so. If it's for you...

It's okay. Leave us!

I need you. I'm offering you a chance.

I'll shut up now. Talk!

A gift from the God's Army society.

A gift from the God's Army society.

Ladies and gentlemen, come here!

Ladies and gentlemen, a gift from the God's Army society,

under the supervision of Mr. Scortea.

Come and get it!

Mr. Scortea wishes you happiness.

God's Army society calls you!

These are real communists, not like yours.

They're only good for talking!

I know where I'd like to tell them to go to.

Are you a comrade or a mister?

Shut up!

You have a fringe under your nose.

Why are you spitting?

Come and get it!

A small gift from the God's Army society,

under Mr. Scortea's supervision.

- I don't get it. - What?

- Why did they do that? - What do you mean?

They did it out of kindness.

You give clothes to a neighborhood of poor people and say:

"That's from Mr. Scortea."

The communist commissar arrives and takes the clothes back.

"So that's what the communists do! They don't give, they take!"

That's a political actions.

Scortea's not stupid.

You think we're the only smart ones?

What should we do with those bastards?

Put your jacket on!

Hello, sir!

You take from the poor!

Mihaita, some people came and gave me some clothes.

Some give to us, some take from us.

You know that I'm a widow and I have children.

What?

Some locked inside their houses. What should we do?

We'll see...

Give me the clothes, you bastards!

If your father were here, he would break your bones!

Take it! Goddamn you!

- Hello, commissar! - Oarca, how are you?

Not as bad as you.

You said in prison that the poor ones are what this country is built on.

- And now... - Take the shoes to the lady!

Now you're a big shot! God help us! You start beating them.

Listen, I don't have the time or the patience to explain it to you.

What's to explain? I can see clearly.

Commissar, arrest him and take him to my car.

- Yes, sir! - Me?

Move it!

I won't ask you for the warrant. I know you're not quite legit.

Leave me alone! You're peeling my paint!

- This is stolen. - Take it. Take this too!

You want some money?

Oarca, stealing is stealing, and the law is the law.

- You should know that, being... - I'm an ex-thief.

Come with me!

How long are you going to keep me? I don't have time. Two hours...

Come with me!

Commissar!

Everything that was stolen will be here shortly.

Thank you. This is our fifth robbery.

It's the first time we get our things back.

And they're all there. Except for one pair of shoes.

I'll pay for it. I hope it's enough.

Come on, commissar! I have a gift for you, from our board.

- Can I help you, commissar? - No, thank you. Let's go!

- Hello, Mr. Miclovan! - Oarca! Looking good!

Mr. Roman, I was passing by and I saw your car.

I wanted to congratulate you on your success. It is a success.

Thank you. You're very kind.

About the incident... Don't worry. It happens in our line of work.

- Alexe... - Yes?

Did you see Mr. Miclovan coming in the store?

No, I only saw him when you came out with him.

Ilie, two big ones!

Boy, why are you playing with me? It's not working.

You seemed smarter in jail.

Maybe, but you weren't a commissar.

If I remember it well, you didn't have too much love for those guys.

Nor you for murderers. And you had a saying:

"I'm an honest thief."

Scortea's gang killed three people yesterday.

I don't work for Scortea. I don't work for anybody.

You will, Oarca.

- Shall we get another round? - With what?

I don't have any.

There.

- Oarca, I want Scortea. - And the king's crown on top of it?

I'm a commissar. It doesn't matter if I wanted it or not.

One more bottle!

And the trouble is I don't know a thing about it.

My colleagues don't like me. They can hardly wait for me to mess up.

Scortea is good. We don't know where his hiding place is.

After today's scandal, everybody will help him.

Oarca, if they're hiding him, they'll stone me.

You... Let's put it in an elegant way.

You have connections. You're the only one I know.

- What do you say? - Mr. Roman, I quit stealing.

I'm not working anymore. I'm taking some auto classes and...

Are you really trying to fool me?

Dear God, this life is like in American movies.

It doesn't matter if you change.

Nobody believes you, if you've been to jail.

Not even you, communists,

although you say you're trying to change the world.

Talking won't do us no good. Will you help me or not?

- And who will pay for my funeral? - Nobody.

Not for yours and not for mine. You won't get a statue either.

I understand you.

You're scared. See you!

- Did you find it? - Yes.

- Where? - 6, Cismeaua Teilor Street.

Are you sure?

- Will he be there long? - I don't know.

Did you see? It was hard to catch him.

Who's the guy that went in?

I'm soaking wet. Some brandy would go down real nice now.

Shut up! He's coming!

We didn't find anything from what was stolen from deputy Miclea.

I got a call today from Mr. Foss, a future deputy, if you ask him.

Commissar, there's someone here in a personal matter.

Send him in!

- Oarca! - Hello!

- Is your mother-in-law sick? - With this weather...

Have a seat! Do you want a cigarette?

Thank you, I quit.

- Since when? - Five minutes ago.

You can talk. That's commissar Patulea.

I didn't have the pleasure. Speaking of mothers-in-law,

I must tell you the joke with the five legged rabbit.

Go ahead!

A rabbit had five legs, but he kept one in its pocket.

I better tell you another one. This is kind of dirty.

Commissar, do you have 1000?

Oarca and I were in jail together. For different reasons, of course.

- 500 will do? - They're good. I'm so hungry!

- I'm going! See you! - Oarca!

- And this guy promised to help you? - The hell he did!

I work on his sensitive side and he's taking my money.

In Scortea's case informants won't help us.

They're afraid. And a raid won't do us any good.

The neighborhood is on his side.

I think you're right. I'll go check the bars.

Patulea speaking.

I'd like to speak to commissar Roman.

The head-commissar is on a mission. Hello?

Hello?

It's me, Patulea.

Hello, commissar!

The body was found by a woman at 5:30 A.M.

We found a handkerchief on the fence.

I want to see it.

- Aren't we leaving? - Wait for me at the commissary.

- Good evening! - Is there something wrong?

- No, I just wanted to talk. - You should've called.

- I would've come. - I was in the neighborhood.

Come in!

- Is there something wrong? - No, honey, go back to sleep.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

- Oarca was killed. - Who?

Oarca, the thief that came at the commissary yesterday.

Your friend from jail. He wanted to be your informant?

I think so.

It's obvious. The infamous killer, that's me,

understanding this from the stupid joke told by Oarca,

followed him and shot him.

You're a happy man. Everything is in black and white for you.

No, Mr. Patulea. Things are a little more complicated.

And people are equally complicated.

So you came here at two o'clock in the morning to tell me that?

I came to tell you that I did wrong by you.

Not as a human being. As a human being I'll never forgive you.

I did wrong as your superior.

When I threatened you that I'll have my revenge.

Please accept my apologies.

Will your apologies matter when I'll be asked to pay?

That is up to you. Thank you, I smoked enough.

And one more thing.

When you asked me to dinner I saw your son.

And you took pity on me?

Call it what you want. But now I have a more complex opinion.

And what do you want in exchange for this complex opinion?

To help me get Scortea.

- I want Scortea alive. - Why him and not Semaca?

Because I want to know who gave him the idea of dispensing the clothes.

I see... You turned it into a political matter.

But the jewellery heist is already forgotten.

That's Miclovan's business. In our district Scortea is our main guy.

Let's be honest! I have Scortea in my pocket.

Don't be surprised!

I wanted to get him or to kill him.

But you let me understand that whatever I do I'm doomed.

What could I do? Help you make a name for yourself in the police?

I let you work alone. I waited for you to compromise yourself

and to pack your bags.

As a head-commissar I could've redeemed myself.

As your aid, never.

Or at least this is what I thought until now.

- Did you drive here? - Yes. Why?

We're going after Scortea. Are you armed?

- No. - Here you go!

Stop here. Stop the engine.

Alexe, take this! If you hear shots, come to us.

Yes, sir.

Do you think there are any guards?

No. Nobody knows about this hiding place.

You guard this door. I'll go over there.

When I give you the signal, you go in!

Who are you?

Honey...

- There's only an old lady. - Don't worry, mom. I'm here.

Let me introduce you. Mr. Scortea, commissar Roman.

This is it...

Hands up!

- Put them up! - Patulea...

You thought I was crazy?

- The passport? - In the drawer.

- The money. - Also there.

Here, hold it!

So this is the heroic representative of the working class.

Honey...

Mr. Roman, are you okay?

Are you alright, commissar Roman?

I'm okay.

Amazing! You shot better than me.

- Is he dead? - Yes.

Too bad! He was our best commissar.

- Where's Stefan? - What about dad?

Your husband was killed in the line of duty.

- Do you want me to give you a ride? - No, thank you. I'll walk.

Goodbye!

You made a mistake the first time, when you were rough with him

or the second time, when you trusted him.

Maybe you were right the both times.

What would you want me to tell you now?

That you're not good at it? That you should go back to the factory?

I'll be honest. You're not good. Go back and learn!

- Learn what? Not to trust people? - To trust those who deserve it.

I'd rather go the front. At least there...

Do you want me to tell you big words? That this is also a front?

Do you want to hear things you know very well?

I understood. If this is my faith...

- Did you meet Miclovan? - Miclovan? That dandy?

That dandy also comes from a poor family.

We know him very well and we'll need him in the future.

He says he has no political opinions, but he's our friend.

You have a lot to learn from him. And him from you.

A communist commissar is Miclovan's new boss

- Those are my acceptance papers. - Yes.

Tudor Miclovan, 35 years old. Not married, according to my principles.

No political options. Also my principle.

My methods are not quite orthodox. Womanizer. I don't mix things up.

The one with not mixing things up is a new one.

Are you happy that I want to work for you?

Very happy.

- Do you want to know why? - Even more.

I'm curious. Until now I've worked with gangsters.

Apparently they're above us.

They're the product of the exploiting class' mentality.

Without a doubt.

If I reach the age to retire, I'll look into it.

- Until then... - Just a second.

You wrote here...

"Nobody can tell me what methods should I use."

How about we change things a little? For instance:

"The methods to be used will be agreed upon by both parties."

I think it sounds better.

I don't like it that much,

but if this is what it takes for us to shake hands...

That's the signal.

- Hands up! - Get out!

Move! Face the wall!

Hands up!

We're done.

Calm down, asshole! Don't yell!

Please, it's the workers' money. You're ruining me!

Why did you turn around? Stupid jerk...

- Boss... - Beat it!

Come on, guys!

Hurry up!

Pull up here!

- Hide the weapons. - That's good.

Are you done? Hurry up!

Come on! Change the numbers.

- When will we divide the dough? - Shut up!

Tomorrow in the place we talked about.

Move it!

1.75 meters.

Out of the way!

Hello!

- That's Buciurliga's doing. - How do you know?

By the way she shots. Fuck him!

And my nose tells me so.

He used only one magazine. Cover them up, Alexe!

Leave that there.

- How many cartridges did you find? - 30. Those are the ones.

Commissar, have a look!

Commissar Miclovan in action

What?

- I have my soft spots. - Who doesn't?

- Shall we? - Yes.

See you, guys!

- Do you have any money on you? - Why?

We should send Alexe to buy us some sandwiches.

Good idea! Alexe!

Buy us some sandwiches. Go!

Who is this Buciurliga?

He was a nobody.

A small time crook. It wasn't in my area.

Recently he formed a gang. He's emulating Pleoarca, Lascarica,

Burdujel, Schiopul... These are big names in the city.

I'm surprised they didn't kill you yet.

I don't want you to think that I'm giving you lessons.

Give me! I'm a good student.

Our gangsters are not like in America. They're not killers.

They lack tradition.

Let's hope we're not letting them get one.

Without a doubt.

Lately there are some gangs that use guns.

Those that I told you about and a few more,

that I managed to eliminate.

We don't have proofs or witnesses against them.

I have a simple method.

I rely on the fact that most of them are angry and hysterical.

I let them get to their weapons. And then whoever shots first...

I'm good at this and I like it.

What about the big boss? Semaca?

That's a different story. He never carried a knife.

We agreed that we should be honest with each other.

The thing with whoever shots first is very nice. In the movies.

We must use the law, bring them to justice.

Tudor, we must keep our hands clean.

Mr. Miclovan! I received your phone call.

I'm starting to relax. I read the papers today.

Head-commissar Mihai Roman.

Nice to meet you! I read about you too.

Please, sit down!

I'm ruined! You hear this from every merchant.

- In my case... - I don't think your that ruined.

You must have 800000 for the police.

This might bring you back the 25 million.

- I think it's worth it. - Mr. Roman, I can't afford to argue.

I don't have that much money. After the robbery, my credit...

- Don't you have insurance? - Only for part of the jewellery.

The most important ones came here in the day of the attack.

- It was brilliantly conducted. - And?

400000, head-commissar.

In this case...

There you go! I have the receipt for you.

After we get our jewellery back,

we'd be happy to contribute to the police funds with a bigger amount.

Thank you.

- It was a pleasure. - Goodbye!

- He seems to be a decent man. - He's the Royal House contractor.

I forgot my hat. I'll be right back.

I'll be waiting.

Commissar, I was just bringing your hat.

Since when do you haggle with Miclovan?

What's wrong? Sclerosis? Girls? You want receipts...

Give me the money!

You take advantage of this kind man that doesn't know you yet.

Do you haggle with me? My hat!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Miclovan. - Goodbye!

That's Semaca's nest.

Not the young one. The bearded one.

- The honorable looking gentleman? - Yes.

I always doubted Lombroso's theory.

A nice-looking man, decent, funny, well-connected, rich...

- So this is him... - Yes.

The appearances don't matter. If you didn't know me,

what would you take me for?

- An actor. - Not bad.

- What's your favorite actor? - Gary Cooper.

Mine too. Let's go over it again!

We use Buciurliga to get to Semaca.

- The one with the car heist? - Semaca's rival.

To get to Buciurliga, we need Pascu, his right hand.

- Do you accept the plan? - I do.

- Police! - Hands up!

Up against the wall! Nobody moves!

Don't move!

Pascu, come here!

Why are you moving? Gather the money from the tables.

Why are you moving?

Who's moving there?

Do you know who this is? The beggars' king.

- Hurry up, Pascu! - I am.

Come here! Pockets full of money.

Look at him!

Some people are starving and you're full of money.

And you? What do you have here? A knife?

I'll show you! Pascu, gather everything!

I am.

- Come on! Don't you hear me? - I'm doing it!

Put it here. Don't move!

Hands up! Let's check you up.

- What's this? A gun? - It's not mine! Who put this here?

Shut up!

We'll take this one with us.

Don't move!

We're done.

And now, guys, I'll prepare a cocktail for you.

Look at this... Whiskey.

Don't worry. Unlucky at cards is lucky in love.

I was illegally detained. I want my lawyer here!

Of course.

What do you think of this ride, Pascu?

Boss, I swear is not mine.

I don't use this stuff.

I'm not stupid to do this.

Tell commissar Roman how long I've been after you.

I smelled you near the bank's van.

Armed robbery during the war. The penalty is death.

Mr. Miclovan, I swear I didn't do it.

You have to believe me! I didn't shot!

- Open the door and beat it! - Don't kill me! Don't shoot me!

I swear I didn't do anything.

Don't shoot me! Maybe I'll help you someday.

No arguing, speak up. Where's Buciurliga now?

I know that. He's at the Haiti hotel, near the train station.

It belonged to Barloiu. I sent him a nice blonde.

They meet there at 11:00 P.M. Room 16, overlooking the street.

Can I go now?

Pascu, that's the last time I forgive you.

You leave Bucharest and I don't want to hear from you again.

Yes.

The last time! Don't forget!

Cocksucking cop!

Hello? Haiti hotel. Who do you want to talk to?

- Hello? - Haiti Hotel.

Who do you want to talk to?

Take it easy, honey!

- What if I shoot you? - Afterwards.

Put your hands up!

That's an old trick.

- Bitch! - It's not her fault.

And don't worry, you were avenged.

- What's your name, Miss? - Charlotte.

- Au revoir, Charlotte! - Why don't you shoot?

You won't get a better chance than this.

- What does the expert in you says? - 100000.

- How about double? - What do you want?

Don't tell me you're giving 200000 for Charlotte.

I don't believe you and it's not worth it. What do you want?

Who's your biggest enemy?

Until five minutes ago, Semaca. You want him?

Lembert's jewellery. Right, commissar?

The jewellery... You think I'm stupid?

If I'd have known where Semaca is keeping his jewellery...

They'll be taken across the border,

to rest on beautiful ears and fingers.

You're funny, Mr. Miclovan.

Let's say I know something. What happens to me next?

You're forgiven for the van attack. Truce, until your next thing.

You know I'm a man of my word.

A fortune in exchange for a van filled with 10 and 20 notes.

I burned them already. But the risk...

- There's a risk. - I told you.

100 now, 200 after and a few stones for your games.

If Semaca knew I want to make him a poor man for nothing

he would be offended.

Add to that another "nothing". Your life.

You'll see that it's worth it.

What if I don't help you? I swear I don't know a thing.

- Give us some of his men. - That's easy.

He has three guys at the wool depot.

No, I want a big name, someone who knows.

- And don't try to fool me! - Lascarica.

- The undertaker? - Yes.

- Let's go! - Boss!

- What do you want? - A sign of trust.

Why are you turning your back on him?

Congratulations!

Self-defence.

Are you upset?

Okay...

- You played rugby. - Yes.

Mihai Roman, Grivita, second liner.

Why didn't you tell me?

I let you fill yourself with class anger.

Some are starving, while others...

I understood. There are things I can't joke with you about.

That's right.

Do you still have any remorse about Buciurliga?

For shooting him? No.

For not being able to bring him to justice, yes.

If we could've proved that Buciurliga robbed the van... If!

Trial, lawyers, money, bribe...

He could've found a hundred witnesses claiming he was in Sibiu, Brasov

or even in hospital.

Tudor, I, Mihai Roman, tell you that you're right.

But the law must be obeyed in this country.

That's why I was sent to the police.

I know. The socialism is coming and nobody will steal anymore.

Yes. In socialism, nobody will steal. I think...

What will we do? Or maybe it won't happen that soon.

Everybody wants to know why accepted you as my boss.

- Out of curiosity. - No.

When you said that Patulea was killed in the line of duty, you shocked me.

What were you thinking?

- Did you shoot Patulea and Scortea? - Yes, from the window.

I have to ask you something. Why did you lied about Patulea?

For the kid. It's not his fault.

You're great!

The guy behind me is Semaca's right hand.

That's Lascarica.

Why isn't he coming?

He thinks he's a big shot. Maybe he wants us to kiss his ass.

- What if he brings Miclovan here? - He won't.

Sit down!

- Still a gentleman... - Let's begin!

Let's analyze facts. Patulea is gone. Sic tibit terra levis.

Miclovan is another story, but at least we know the rule:

Una manum altera lavat.

- What is he saying? - I'm talking now.

It's harder with commissar Roman. I looked into it.

- He's a communist, a fanatic. - Meaning...

A fanatic.

And what would you want, Mr. Semaca?

For us to join forces for a while.

- And who would be the boss? - Do you have to ask that?

Mr. Semaca.

Yes, let's work together while he gets the money! You're so smart!

Pleoarca, you're a tough guy, but when it comes to thinking...

Gentlemen, you know I don't scare easy.

But Roman is different. He'll kill us all. One by one.

Let us kill him! Tomorrow you'll have him cut in two, on Grant bridge.

Are you insane?

Don't you know what happened to Buciurliga?

Do you want to have every policeman looking for us?

- He's insane. - He wants to be the boss.

- Why him and not me? - You're arguing like women!

Shut up! Starting now, I'm the leader.

I called you here because I have a plan.

Commissar, we wanted to talk to you for a long time.

Me too.

- But I bet that not here. - Shut up!

You win the bet.

Commissar, we understand you. Times are rough. There's been a war.

People are carrying guns. They're eager to shoot.

And you don't like that.

You have your superiors and they want results from you.

They do that.

Why would a man of the people such as yourself

have problems in your profession?

You're truly a fanatic for us.

I don't know why are you chasing your tails.

Gentlemen, we are what we are and we like to keep things clean.

No blood. We promise no killings in your district.

If one of us... We give him to you or we can take care of him.

When they'll hear that Burdujel said no bang-bang,

I'd like to se the guy that's going to mess with you.

Second of all...

We decided that from our profits we could...

We'd be happy to.

To give you a part of it. Clothes, shoes, food.

You could give it to the population in the name of your party.

Be smart! Elections are coming.

A little edible propaganda is not bad.

There are still some people that regret Scortea.

Gentlemen, I'm impressed by your words.

- Commissar, have some whiskey. - And some champagne.

Do you know what I'm thinking? Since we started on the right foot,

let's go all the way.

You decided that there will be no murders. Great!

- Let's stop robberies, too. - Say what?

- Robberies, thefts... - But...

I see. You're thinking about the future, as you should.

Don't worry! We have jobs for everybody.

Unfortunately, we have more jobs than people.

Destroyed factories, bombed neighborhoods,

crops left on the fields...

He's playing with us!

Mr. Roman!

Don't kill him!

Mr. Roman!

The situation is not looking good.

We must take another decision.

- What about Alexe? - They killed him.

- What... - Take it easy!

Take him! Be careful!

Help them!

Let's go!

It's such a shame about Alexe.

I have no information, but I'm sure they joined forces.

That means Semaca is now the boss.

- Let's finish them all! - That's what I want to hear!

Starting now.

Even after all that happened, I want them brought to justice.

We'll start with Lascarica. How's your hand?

Forget about it!

That's Lascarica's place.

Except for Alexe there are 10 more guys

who got their throats slit by him. But I never could prove it.

He's dangerous, sadistic.

We must admit that he has a vivid imagination.

This time you let me do things my way.

In fact, I hope you didn't forget what they did to you.

- Keep the change! - Thank you, sir.

Who's there?

Mr. Miclovan! Do you have a warrant?

A fan of the law! Why are you so upset, Mr. Lascarica?

I'm not working now. The commissar can confirm it.

We're just taking a walk. I came to order a coffin.

That's your job, right?

Or did you forget it?

Hands on the wall! Don't move!

You want to hit me? I'll show you!

Don't move!

The knife, commissar Roman. A souvenir.

- Don't hurt me! Who do you want? - Semaca.

God...

That one?

13...

14, 15...

Are you talking or do you want me to kill you?

Will you talk?

- Okay, boss. How much? - He wants money!

- Give him 500000. - Did you hear Mr. Roman?

500000. Get lost and I'll forget you.

But you give me Semaca!

I can't do it right now Mr. Miclovan, but I can manage.

- Were you at the conference? - Yes.

Speak!

Ciusda, Pleoarca, Burdujel, Mr. Semaca and I.

I already knew that.

But you don't know where will they meet tomorrow.

- Semaca too? - He's not crazy.

- Speak! - 500 more.

Stop it, commissar!

Pay the jerk!

500 now and 500 after.

- Speak! - Capsa, at one o'clock.

You know that's not enough.

I want Semaca. You can reach me at this number.

- Repeat it! - 11369.

Swallow it!

- Repeat it! - 11369.

Mr. Miclovan...

What if I disappear?

Your decorations started to fall.

- Miclovan! - Nobody moves!

Mr. Miclovan, please don't shoot! I'm unarmed!

- Mr. Roman! - Don't shoot!

Hands up! Don't move and nobody will shoot.

Your hands, Burdujel!

Burdujel!

Boys, cuff them!

- I kill her! - Stop shooting, Miclovan!

Burdujel, let the woman go and you're free to go.

Did you hear that?

You're free to go.

- I thought we had an agreement. - You have a message.

- When did it arrive? - Five minutes ago.

Lascarica is waiting for us. Should we go?

Be careful. It might be a trap.

Why don't you believe me? He'll be there tomorrow evening.

He's ours! I swear!

He called for us at the warehouse in Tei.

I'm sure the jewellery is there. There's no better place for it.

- Thousands of crates... - Don't try to fool us!

Me?! After what you did at Capsa? I'm not crazy.

Everyone is scared. That's why Semaca wants to beat it.

- Mr. Miclovan... - What?

The money. I want to...

What are you thinking?

You won't leave my sight until we get Semaca.

Start walking, motherfucker!

Is that clear? Occupy your positions according to plan.

Don' forget! I want them alive. Especially Semaca.

Any questions?

If I may, head-commissar... They'll start shooting.

I said that I want them alive. As much as possible.

Gentlemen, I think you understand the importance of this mission.

Let's synchronize our watches. It's 17:23.

We'll meet again at 21:00. Is that clear? Thank you.

You were great! It's like you were always a cop.

I want to tell you something. Semaca has some warehouses.

I think that's where he keeps the jewellery.

- Let me go there by myself. - But Lascarica said...

- I think Semaca lied to his men too. - Why?

I can't explain. It's a gut feeling. Something draws me there.

Why didn't you said that before? We could've split.

At the timber depot there'll be at least 15-20 of Semaca's gunmen.

If you want to catch them alive, you need 50 men.

And the minister, one of yours, only gave you 25.

Yes...

Tudor, you do what you want.

Okay, boss. Mr. Semaca said he'll be there, but we're here.

Maybe Mr. Miclovan is scared.

- I told you to shut it. - Yes, sir.

You send the guy there. Maybe he'll end up six feet under.

Shut up!

- Mr. Semaca. - You're getting smart.

You were born under the sign of the Pig.

- Let's go! - Mr. Miclovan...

Move it!

Hello?

- Boss, do you hear me? - Hang on as much as possible.

Put your hands up! Throw down your guns!

Nobody moves! Semaca, you're under arrest.

Don't shoot, Mr. Miclovan. Nobody will move, I promise!

You go that way, I go this way.

Stay here!

Mr. Semaca, it's me, Lascarica!

Please, believe me! I didn't betray you.

I was brought here by force.

Please, believe me!

Now!

Nobody moves! You're all under arrest!

- Don't shoot! - Put your hands up!

You're right on time, commissar.

Commissar, let me explain you.

Take him away!

Miclovan!

Are you alright? Is it bad?

It's nothing. They filled me with holes.

- Why did you come? - I trusted your gut feeling.

Too bad you were standing in front of him.

Miclovan!

I didn't know it hurt so bad.

Should I call a car?

There's no need. I'll walk.