All language subtitles for Stuff and Dough

Vica, come here!

Vic, come here!

-17,500 lei.
-Coca-Cola and two packets of LM.

-Red or blue?
-Red.

-And two half liters of cooking oil.
-We've run out.

-What about one liter bottles?
-We're out of those too.

-Medicinal alcohol?
-Sorry. No medicinal alcohol either.

-Is that all?
-Yes.

47,500.

-47,500.
-Just a minute.

-Good morning, Mrs Caty.
-Morning, Mr Marcel.

-Is Ovidiu up?
-Yes, Mr Marcel, go right in!

I'm going.

Mitica!

Can you get some more beer
from the bathtub if it's chilled!

Yes, it's chilled.

Morning, Mr Marcel.

Go right in, please.

Have a seat on the couch.
I'll be right back. Please go in.

Heavy...

-This is the last cold one.
-So, it's the last.

-How's it going, Mr Marcel?
-Tough, Mr Mitica!

I don't need to teach you
about doing business.

-I'd like a word with Ovidiu.
-I think he's still asleep.

At this hour? It's nine o'clock.

-I told him I'd be here at 9:00.
-He's not asleep. Go right in.

So he's awake. Go right in, Mr Marcel.

-You go in, Mr Marcel.
-It's 9:00.

Take this crate from here. It's in my way.

Look at him!

-Morning, lad!
-Morning, sir!

What do you think you're doing?

The packages have to get there
by two pm at the latest! It's 9:00 now.

By the time you get up, get dressed,
have a bite, it'll be 9:30.

By the time you start the car and your mum
gives you a kiss, it'll be 9:45.

If you leave by 10:00,
you'll be in Bucharest in four hours.

Listen up: don't stop, don't buy soda...

-And don't pick up any hitchhikers.
-Yes.

Drive straight to your destination.

-Fill up at Competrol.
-I filled up last night.

Fill up so you don't run on empty.

-All right?
-Yes.

-So where do you have to go?
-16 Agricultori Street.

-Bucharest. 16 Agricultori Street.
-Yes.

-By what time?
-Two pm.

-How many packages?
-All of them.

Six!

-Six packages!
-Six packages.

-Better jot it down!
-I'll remember it.

Take a sheet of paper
and write down what I told you!

Hello? Hang on!

Haven't you got a proper sheet of paper?

What do you use for bookkeeping? Scraps?

Take a nice blank sheet of A4,
a pen, and write down what I said!

-Come on, Ovidiu. What the hell?
-Mother!

Turk, my man, have you got
everything you need?

Yes, they're here in the car park.

I'll call you when the boy leaves.

Give me a sheet of paper.

When do you take a shit?
Morning or evening?

Are you regular? It's a serious question.

Take me: I shit in the morning,
at 9:00, 9:30 at the latest.

I can only shit at home.
Anywhere else, I hold it in.

You just sit on something hard
and force the shit back up.

You wriggle, you clench...
When do you take a shit?

In the evening, mostly.

Too bad! You can't rely on a bloke
who shits in the evening.

They all pull fast ones.

In your case it's good, because
you won't waste any more time now.

Hurry up! If you need to go en route,
you don't stop! Better you shit yourself!

I'm joking, lad. But I'm very serious!

Jot it down:
"Things to do." Underline it...

One. Transport: Six packages.

-Transport: Six packages.
-Two. Of medical substances...

Medical substances...

What kind of medical substances?

Pharmaceuticals. It's written on the box!
That's all you need to know!

Three.

Where?

Bucharest, 16 Agricultori Street.

I've told you how to get there.

Pantelimon, Iancului,

then turn left, then right...

-And straight ahead to number 16.
-Yes!

-Three. You ask for Mr Doncea.
-Four. I ask for Mr Doncea.

Four. You ask for Mr Doncea.

-Five.
-I ask for Mr Doncea.

You unload the packages.

Six. You return double quick to Constanta.

Unload packages. Six, Constanta.

Here's 1,000 dollars.

You get another grand on your return.

2,000 for a trip to Bucharest?

Do a good job for me
and you'll be satisfied with the payoff.

That means three more deliveries
and I can buy my own stall!

We'll see about that.

If there are any more deliveries to do,
I'll let you know.

Let's see the list!

Here are the packages.

Two Phenylbutazone, three Preg... dnisone.

In brackets: % Extract. Sol. Vials.

And two Phenylbutazone.

Two more?

Here.

What about a delivery docket
in case I get stopped?

How about I send it by post
and you kiss the money goodbye?

All right.

I'm off.

-Do I have to call you from Bucharest?
-Never mind that! You just drive.

What are you doing?

Get out of that bed!

I told you we're in a hurry!
Do I make myself clear or not?

-Just a sec...
-Get up and get on with it!

What does the list say?
Read it. Departure at 10:00.

And another thing.

-This stays between us!
-Okay.

-All right?
-All right.

Want me to stay with you
till you get dressed?

No.

What's up?

We're off to Bucharest.

Yes, we're taking the van.

We have to deliver some medicine.

I don't know, medicines... You coming?

I don't know what time it is.

So, you're coming?

I can only wait until 10:00.

No! Who is she?

You're not bringing anybody.

Okay. Bye.

Mother!

-Have I got any ironed T-shirts?
-Look in your cupboard!

-Where in the cupboard?
-The top shelf.

Didn't I iron them yesterday?
They're all laid out.

Don't leave before having a bite!
At least have some coffee.

I haven't got time.

What? Leaving on an empty stomach?

-Is Vali going too?
-Yes.

Then who'll get my stuff
from the wholesaler's? I'm out of beer.

When will you be back?

I don't know...

Tonight.

I'll be out of stock until tomorrow.
You leave without telling me.

Couldn't Ivanov
have given you more notice?

Things should be organized.

-Use your head, dear!
-That's right!

-Tell him you'll go tomorrow.
-I have to be in Bucharest by two pm.

So what if you go tomorrow?

-What have you got there?
-Medicine.

-I don't like that Ivanov.
-You're being unfair.

Two years ago, during the sugar shortage,
who helped you out?

I've known Ivanov since we worked
at the plant together. He's a good bloke.

He makes good money
and he's got a good life.

Right. You've got customers waiting.

-Don't be cheeky!
-They're kicking up a fuss outside...

-What's the big rush?
-I'll have a cup of coffee, mum, but quick.

I can't right now. Let me feed Grandma.

-Or maybe you could feed her.
-All right.

-When will Vali be here?
-He's on his way.

Don't want any more?

Granny's had enough.

Okay. Take her to her room.

Let her sit here
and look out of the window.

If you're going,
I've got a list of stuff for the shop.

-Thanks.
-Cooking oil.

I'm out of medicinal alcohol.

We'll have run out of beer by tonight.
There's not much Coke left, either.

-Go to the wholesaler's and buy all this.
-And lug it all the way from Bucharest?

-Big deal...
-Yes, it's a big deal.

You buy them because we need them.

People come and ask for a beer, a Coke...

It's summer.
You have to keep them chilled.

If you're out of stock,
they'll go somewhere else.

I'll buy your stuff tomorrow.

Or better still, send Dad.
He's not doing anything.

A big fridge would be nice.

I know, but you don't have room for it.

Wait until I get my own shop.
Then we'll buy a fridge cabinet.

-I was talking about a display case.
-We'll get the fridge and a display case.

I'm going to sell sausages as well.

First, let's buy a big fridge,
and we'll see about you moving out.

I'll be out of here
in four, five weeks at the latest.

I'm getting the shop.
I already shook on it with the guy.

-You did?
-Yes.

-Hello, madam!
-Hi!

-How are you?
-Fine.

Granny, how are you? All right?

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Is this yours?
-Yeah, have some.

This is Betty, my girlfriend...
Mrs Caty... Granny...

-That's Ovarian. Let's go!
-Hi.

Let me write down the list...
Give the kids some coffee!

-Your treat?
-Sit down!

-With milk?
-Yes.

All right, but quick!
Left down the hall and then right.

It's with sugar. My mother made it.

That's all right.

Didn't I tell you to come alone?
Where did you pick her up?

-Nice bit of skirt, eh?
-Yes, really good-looking.

What about Laura?

It's over.

You're through with Laura?

Really?

And who's she?

-She's from Medgidia.
-When did you go to Medgidia?

I didn't. She came with my cousin
to Lips' party.

So she came after I left.

Vali, buy everything on the list!
The oil, the Coke, everything...

-Tomorrow, I told you.
-Whatever. Here's the money. 3.5 million.

-What's on the list?
-What I said!

Betty, come on, we're leaving!

Take this one, also.

And this one.

Give it here.

We'll stop by the wholesaler if we can.
Give me the money.

You got wheels?

Let's take yours. My car's acting up.

A heavy load will wreck the dampers.

-So we're taking the van?
-Yes.

-Okay, but we will risk it.
-Ovidiu!

-Bye.
-Get something to eat on the way!

-You're driving me crazy.
-Eat something. A pie.

-Drive safely, son! Drive carefully!
-Leave them alone...

Don't get into any trouble on the way!

Lord, why couldn't you have gone
to Bucharest tomorrow?!

Ma, I'll sit you in front of the TV.
Come, I'll help you up.

Up we go! Easy does it!

I didn't shout at her!
She wouldn't shut up.

I told her I'd go tomorrow.

-She does all the work in the shop!
-I want her off my back!

Fasten your seatbelt.

Betty!

Come on, your seatbelt!

When I have my own shop,

I'll hire an assistant, an accountant...

Then I'll move into my own bedsit.
What the fuck?!

-You'll be my driver.
-Bugger off!

And if she wants to, she can keep the shop
in that building.

I'll visit them once a week
to ask after their health.

We have to turn left, via Cernavoda.

And they'll keep the business?

Ovarian, you'll be a big boss...

-And you'll keep giving them money?
-That's some question. Sure I will.

What's one got to do with the other?

I mind my own business,
my parents mind theirs.

They're going to pull down this hotel
and build a car park.

No, it's to build a fast-food place.

No, it'll be a multistory car park,
car wash, petrol station, the works...

Cool. Like in the West.

Did you get a look at her?

-What's this music?
-Quality stuff!

-Guaranteed quality.
-Music from the hood.

Do we need to stop off at Nova 2000
to fill up with petrol?

Star 2000, you idiot!

That was the name of a band.

Star 2000...
What's-his-name, Petre Geambasu...

They used to dress up like Sinatra,
with spangles, and played like this...

You don't know him?

He was in the same class
as my dad at high school...

You must be kidding. See those buildings?

Ever hear of Chirvase,
the car guy with the world record?

He got it into his head,
he could jump these fences,

and crashed straight into someone's flat.

Hear about that accident in Sibiu?

A drunk driver in an Audi
flew off a bridge

and landed half in a house!

-He wasn't killed.
-He stayed for dinner.

And what about the people
with a car in their living room...

So what do they do? Listen to this!

He landed in their arms.

We've got the right of way.

He build a house

and the half of the car
was embedded in the building.

The accident guy left the car there?

-No, he took it away.
-So the man left his car or not?

-You're slow.
-I don't get it.

So the man crashed into his own house?

No, he crashed into this house,
then took half of the car away...

Why not tell us about
how you jumped over the pond?

That was different...

-When did you jump over a pond?
-A while back.

-Come on, tell us!
-Forget it, that's different.

You jumped over
Lake Techirghiol in your car?

-You're doing my head in!
-Come on, Vali.

I'll take you to Sibiu to see that car.

-Yeah, I'll look forward to it.
-Really?

-When?
-Soon.

-Don't do that! I'll get all sweaty.
-That's it, we're going to Sibiu!

Yes.

-Yes, Mr Marcel.
-Betty, I could do with a backrub.

Yes, I've left Constanta.

About five or ten minutes ago.

Yes, carefully, of course.

I haven't got a full tank.

I'll fill up if necessary.

Yes, I'll wait.

Yes.

No, I thought you were angry with me.

Yes.

If you don't mind...

Okay.

Yes. Bye!

-Which Marcel? Ivanov?
-Yes, fuck him!

He got on my nerves this morning,
acting like some big shot.

Don Marcelo...

I say, watch your step.

What do you mean, "Watch your step"?

If he wants me to do something,
I do it. I'm no moron.

Who's this Marcel?

Turn up the window.
It's giving me a headache.

-You're sensitive to draughts?
-Who, Ovarian?

His face swells up like a balloon
from the draught.

Move it, man!

He was all up himself.

He said to go straight to Bucharest,

not to stop even if I was pissing myself,

and to be in Bucharest
by two pm at the latest.

Is that Ivanov's bag?

Say, dickhead, did he cough up the dough?

Too fucking right, he did!

-He's helping me buy a shop.
-Helping you, my arse!

So he gets all cocky,
telling me to write it all down.

Big deal, going from Constanta
to Bucharest in four hours!

I can do it in two and a half.

Betty, how long did it take me on Sunday?

About four hours...

-Not two and a half hours?
-Two and a half hours.

-An hour!
-An hour.

That's my girl!

Come on, overtake, for fuck's sake!

You've got to have a good motor!
In a Dacia you're there in no time.

It also depends on the road.

It's taking them forever
to widen this road.

Look at the state
they left that motorway in.

-But it's still a motorway, right?
-If you can call it that.

For 17 km you fly like the wind!
I did 170 km per hour on it in a Dacia.

I thought it was going
to break in two on those slabs.

Obviously it can break in two
if you're doing 170.

If the dial goes to 170,
then that's how fast you have to go.

If not, then why did they put it
on the speedometer?

Where are you speeding off to like that?

Make sure you take the first left.

Get in the right lane, Vali.
You said we'd stop off at my place.

-We will...
-You should have turned left there.

On the way back.

I haven't changed my clothes
in three days...

Shall we turn back
to let Betty get changed?

No.

Please, Vali... I just need
to change my clothes. That's all.

-It's not up to me.
-We don't have time.

-Please...
-You heard what the man said.

You've been wearing them for three days.

Wear them until six pm when we come back.

-I promise...
-Yes, seven more hours...

-Betty!
-What, can't I even speak?

Give me a break!

Come on, peasant,
you've got the horsepower!

-That guy in the jeep keeps flashing us.
-Maybe he wants to overtake us.

So? He's got all the space he needs!

-Maybe we've sprung a leak.
-What leak? Fuck him!

He keeps flashing...

We're leaking oil or something...
Better pull over.

He doesn't want to overtake.
Better pull over.

Come off it!

If the oil's leaking,
we'd better pull over.

Have a little patience.
Maybe he just wants to overtake.

Look, he's overtaking...

-What the hell does the fucker want?
-Let's pull over and see what's wrong.

No. Look!

-Vali, I mean it!
-No!

-I don't want to run out of oil.
-I'll pull over when I can.

-Pull over in the first lay-by!
-You're a real numbskull!

-Shit, man, pull over now!
-If you've broken my glasses...

-I didn't break anything...
-Look, there's a lay-by!

You're something else!

Happy now? Go and see if there's a leak!

What does this guy want? I'll show him...

Fuckers!

There's another one!

Drive off, Vali!

-You fucking prick!
-Look out!

Fuck you, dickhead! Fuck you, you fucker!

I've got fucking glass in my eyes!

Fuck, it hurts!

-Broken glass everywhere...
-Are you all right, Vali?

Yes... I'm bleeding. The fuckers!

-Let me see. Where?
-My nose... I'm all right.

-How's your leg?
-It hurts like hell!

-They're coming after us!
-What?

-Who the fuck are they?
-How should I know?

They attack us with a baseball bat...
What did we do to them? Cut them up?

-Fuck all.
-What are you laughing at, dickhead?

If it hadn't been for me,
we'd be dead, I'm telling you!

-They had guns!
-Like fuck they did! They had bats!

One of them had a gun. I saw the holster.

It was his mobile phone.
How could he have had a gun?

-Can't you go any faster?
-Want to crash? Let me drive!

-Want me to pull over?
-Cut it out!

-Cut it out, Vali!
-Shut up, I'm talking to Ovidiu!

Bugger off!

Get a move on! Stupid Moldavian prick!

-What's wrong with your leg?
-It hurts!

It's nothing!

-It hurts.
-He's all right.

Forget it, Vali! Keep moving!

The way we took off we could've crashed...

They're behind us.
Let's stop and do them in!

-They've got guns and clubs!
-I'll get them with the pump!

-Forget it! Keep driving!
-Don't give me orders!

We do it my way and whack them!

Nobody beats me up!

-Fuck you!
-Relax! Come on, let me drive!

-What are you doing?
-Move!

-Careful...
-Hurry, man!

All right, Mika Heineken...

Betty, brush these shards away!
They're pricking me in the arse.

Vali, turn that music down.
You're not listening to it anyway.

Hello, Mr Marcel?

Some guys in a jeep stopped us
and attacked us with baseball bats.

They smashed a window,
and almost broke my leg...

Yes, a red one.

They're following us.

A red Rover.

-Nissan Patrol!
-A Nissan Patrol, I don't know, an SUV.

Vali, my partner.

Yeah, I made a mistake...

I thought it was better this way.

I admit it, I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

Faster! They're trying to overtake us.

No, it's Betty.

Yes, his girlfriend.

I told you I made a mistake, Mr Marcel.
What else can I say?

They're trying to kill us

and we're talking about
whether I'm by myself or not?

So, I didn't leave by myself!
What do you want me to do now?

Who are these guys?

How do I get rid of them?

I won't take any chances.

Not true. That wasn't the deal.

I said no! I'll turn around
and go back to Constanta

and if they stop us again,
I'll give them the bag. I'm not joking!

I'm not joking, Mr Marcel!

What do you mean, why?
Risk my neck for 2,000 dollars?

I'm not interested!
I'm very calm. I'm turning back!

Yes.

Right. Yes.

He said to keep going
and he'd tell us what to do later.

What did Ivanov give you to transport?

Spit it out, Ovarian.
Don't fucking clam up on me!

Ovidiu, what's in the bag?

Give me that bag.

-Vali, stop it! Betty, stay here!
-What should I do, Vali?

-What did Ivanov give you?
-Medicine.

Don't fucking lie to me.

Don't tell me he gave you 2,000 dollars

just to take a bag of aspirin
to Bucharest!

-What are we carrying? Powder?
-Powder, pills, I don't know...

He told me who to give it to
and that was all! That was the deal.

I didn't ask any questions...

For this kind of dough you have to work
for a couple of years.

And you didn't put two and two together?

How did he give you the dough?

-Don't worry about it!
-What do you mean, don't worry?

One thousand now.
Another thousand when we get back.

-You think they're drugs?
-Definitely!

-Got the balls to open the bag?
-Sure, what the fuck!

Give the bag here.

Meclophenoxate,

Prednisone...

-The cover will tear if I open them.
-Kiss my arse!

I mean it! One more Meclophenoxate.

-Yes, Mr Marcel.
-Phenylbutazone...

-They're behind us.
-Suppositories, it says!

If I can squeeze in
between two big trucks, I'll be all right.

-But how do I get rid of them now?
-And where do you find two trucks?

Listen to me.

I was saying that
I should go to the first police station...

Do what?

After Lehliu? They'll have got us by then.

There's a turn-off after Lehliu?

-I don't know.
-You mean the Urziceni road?

No... So after Lehliu Station.

Right... I'll try...

All right... It's a dirt track?

What do you want me to do? Wreck my van?

I've just replaced the shock absorbers...

All right. I'll wait for your call.

There's a country road after
Lehliu Station and they won't see us.

If we leave them behind,
we're off the hook.

-I heard.
-He said to drive in a line of cars.

I heard. What about the delay?

He'll talk to Doncea.

-Doncea is the guy expecting the bag?
-Yes.

Betty, keep your eyes peeled.

Tell us their every move.

Overtake this guy in the Dacia!

Get your hand off the wheel!

-Stay there!
-They're behind us.

-They're tailgating us.
-Sit down!

Let us in!

They're way behind!

Sit down in the back! Come on, please!

There's still glass all over.

Betty, clean it up! Please.

-Move over!
-Careful, don't cut yourself!

Look at him!

What's wrong with your indicators?

-We're all by ourselves...
-Step on it!

They're overtaking us...

They're not after us...

I told you so.

Turn on your hazard lights
and let's clean up the broken glass!

We're not stopping.

You want the police to ask
about the broken window?

-I'll tell them it was a stone.
-And they'll ask you about your load.

I'll tell them I'm empty
and going to Bucharest to buy stock.

And they'll search you and find the bag.

Come on, let's take a break.

Clean up the glass, have a piss... Please!

All right.

Betty, help me clean up
this broken glass, please!

It's not like we get attacked
with a baseball bat every day!

You freak out,
start thinking of all those films,

imagining they're after you with guns...

Isn't that right, Betty?

They had guns, I'm telling you!
I saw one on his belt...

They didn't have guns.
You watch too much TV.

-Tell her!
-Why, is it so impossible?

Everybody's got guns.
You can buy one if you want to.

Air guns, Betty of Medgidia!

You said you could buy one in the port!

-Ovarian, did they have guns?
-I didn't see any.

To be honest, I didn't have time to look.

Like you said.

It's enough to freak you out.
You start thinking they're out to get you.

You freak out and imagine
they're running you off the road.

That only happens in America.

Yes, Mother.

We'll get everything on the list.

Right, and wafers.

And lollipops too.

Ma, what the hell?!

Right, bye!

Not even in America.

Know what Adi said
when he got back from the States?

Which Adi?

Laura, his girlfriend's brother.
Ex-girlfriend.

Which Laura?

That blonde from Lips' party?

-The one wearing Turkish jeans?
-Don't tell me you're better dressed.

-You and her were an item?
-Yes. So, Adi's her brother.

-You were saying, Vali?
-I can't remember...

Yes... In the two years
he spent in the States,

he didn't hear a single gunshot
in the city.

-He was in New York, then?
-No, Las Vegas, LA, somewhere.

Anyway, it's not like that.

Give me 6,000.

Thanks.

-I can't believe they let us go.
-You think they're still after us?

How could they be, if they overtook us?

I keep thinking
they'll pull out in front of us.

The hell they will. They weren't after us.

Ivanov...

Yes...

I don't know.

They overtook us on the main road.
Haven't seen them since.

It's about 16 km to the Urziceni turning.

Okay.

We'll watch our backs.

All right.

He said to be careful, they'll be waiting
for us further down the road.

-I don't think so.
-That's what I'd do.

Come out of the blue with my gun.

They went ahead,

so they don't know where we're heading.

Bingo, Betty! You won a T-shirt!

Do we keep going, or lie low,
so you can give it to them...

-Tell me, man!
-Keep going.

When we get to Lehliu
we'll take the turning.

-What do we do?
-We keep going.

Look at him!

The Faclia road was all gravel.

Didn't you see it was all gravel?

-Yeah, cobblestones.
-That's what I said.

-The gravel gets flattened by cars.
-What, flattened by cars?

The gravel gets flattened after it's laid.

No, bulldozers are for laying asphalt.

That road wasn't surfaced.

What, didn't you hear
the gravel flying around?

Yes, and then they spread the gravel.

Yes, and then they roll it in
with the compactor.

What compactor? The cars press it in.

What cars, nitwit?

The compactor does it, because it's heavy.

What about the chips?

They lay them then coat them with asphalt.

-It's not them. It's a Suzuki.
-It's not them.

Look, these are uncoated chippings.

-And it gets pressed in by the cars!
-By the compactor!

-Because if the asphalt hardens...
-As if you went to university!

-I did. What the fuck?!
-For two years.

Fuck you!
You only made it until tenth grade.

Careful, the turning is coming up.

They're nowhere near. We'll keep going.

Take the turning.
They're sure to be waiting further ahead.

To steal your bag of Meclophenoxate.

Sure it's Meclophenoxate?

If they wanted the bag
why didn't they take it the first time?

Or afterwards, on the highway...

Stop revving the engine, you'll stall it.

Like they wanted to steal your bag
and your windscreen wipers.

Vali! Ovidiu, isn't that them behind us?

-Where the fuck did they come from?
-Keep going! Faster!

Faster!

This is the best she can do.

-Stop!
-What does he want?

Don't mind him, keep going!

-Don't look, keep going!
-Tell me where to turn left.

They're overtaking us again.

-Stop!
-Don't look!

Fuck him! Don't look! Keep going!

Keep going!

Where can I hide
with those guys right behind me?

-Step on it!
-Want to take my place?

-Let me drive then.
-I can't see any turning...

Come on!

Really! Get out of the way, woman!

-Now they've got us for speeding.
-Where?

That white Dacia.

Easy.

I can't be bothered to wrangle with them.

I know what to say to them.

We've got money.
We'll pay and that's that!

Yes, all right.
They've stopped our guys too.

-Documents and registration, please.
-Registration.

-And your driving license?
-I left it at home.

Have another look...

No, I'm sure I left it in my jeans pocket.

-So, you don't have a license?
-Yes, I do! You can check.

-Your ID.
-Betty, look in my jacket.

-Perhaps the little girl has it...
-No, I'm positive it's at home.

But you can check over the radio.

-Blood type?
-It's not there.

That will increase the fine.

So you were travelling
at 60 km per hour in a built-up area?

-We can send you the photo as proof.
-No need, I believe you.

-Where are you headed?
-Bucharest.

-Is this your vehicle?
-No, it's a company vehicle.

-Where is the license registered?
-In Constanta.

Check this license, please.
Valentin Patranescu, Constanta.

ID number: BG 080326. I repeat, BG 080326.

-What's the rush?
-So we can get back home early.

Stuff is cheaper in Bucharest.

Do you know what the fine is
for not having your license on you?

20,000.

The law imposes a fine
of 600,000 to 900,000.

300,000 if you pay within 48 hours.

I think you should keep looking...

And between 100,000 and 250,000,
or 50,000 to pay within 48 hours

for speeding in a residential area.

-I don't have it on me.
-Keep looking. I'll wait.

I told you not to argue.

If I give him the license,
he'll confiscate it.

-Do you have it on you?
-Yes, but I'm not showing it!

It will take two months to take it back.

Better to give him 100,000
than have him suspend it.

Go grease his palm
and let's get out of here.

Give me 100,000... No. 50,000. That'll do.

I'll go.

Let me drive.

-What are you doing?
-We're taking Ivanov's route.

Why this way?

Mind we don't get stuck...

-Don't you worry!
-How do we get back?

The road is back this way.

-You bribed him?
-Yes.

-How much?
-250,000.

What the fuck?! What an asshole!
Make Ivanov refund it.

Turn left...

Past that cart.

You think?

That's it, good.

There's the water tower.

-This is the water tower.
-Yes.

At first there's asphalt,
then it's a dirt track.

Goodbye, asphalt!

That's it!

Go too fast down here at night
and you're a goner!

You'll break the car.

This road is only fit for an SUV.

An SUV is good on any road.

Good speed on asphalt,
four-wheel drive for the potholes...

This is a road for an all-terrain vehicle.

Not to mention the suspension...

The suspension is shit...
I mean it's rigid, shakes you into jelly.

There are all kinds of SUVs.
Town SUVs, off-road SUVs...

The best...

are those with good suspension.

A Rover's what you want, baby!

We were lucky the police pulled us over.

Otherwise those guys would have got us.

We were lucky.

Otherwise those guys would have got us.

What's this, another cop?

Look, another one.

He's feeling hot...

He's taken the wife out for a picnic...

-No way, it's a hooker.
-Don't bother them, then.

These potholes!

-I told Ivanov I'd wreck my axle...
-Go on asphalt.

-That asphalt looks like heaven...
-Wait, there's a truck coming.

Jesus!

At last!

-We're back in business!
-Welcome back to civilization!

I can't believe it's 14:10.

What, with the cops,
and crawling along that lane.

-But it's OK.
-Anyway, Doncea knows we'll be late.

How are you enjoying the trip, Betty?

Ever coming with us to Bucharest again?

-Aren't you thirsty?
-Let's get a Coke.

I'm kind of hungry.

While I fill up, you go buy some grub.

-There's a shop not far from Doraly.
-Dollary...

Yes, we'll stop at the petrol station.

They've only got oil...

They've got to have something...

Just motor oil, can't you see?

-Are you buying anything?
-What, oil?

-Maybe they've got other stuff...
-They haven't got anything.

-300,000 lei worth of petrol.
-Betty, want a Coke?

-Want anything?
-Me? Nothing.

-I'll get you a liter of oil.
-Nothing, thanks!

Betty, Coke or Fanta? Ovidiu, the SUV!

-It's the same make...
-Yes.

-Don't wash it!
-Leave the little fucker alone!

Go away! Get lost!

The cigarette! This is a petrol station!

-You can't smoke here!
-Sorry!

-What the fuck do you want?
-Watch your language!

-Watch your language!
-I'm watching my language.

What the fuck do you want? Tell me!

Vali! Get in the car.

Come and get your money!

Don't mind him, he's upset!

-You didn't need to have a go at him.
-Fuck them!

That little brat pissed me off, too.

-Why did the other one butt in?
-He told me to put out my cigarette.

I don't want anything more
to do with Ivanov.

We unload the stuff and off we go.

You were shitting yourself
when you saw that SUV.

Yes.

Easy...

Man, these Bucharest drivers!

-No signal, nothing...
-Did you see that one?

What about this one?!

Keep looking in the wing mirror,
I almost sideswiped that car...

-They're too small, those Tico cars...
-Look in the wing mirror for me.

The light's red!

Is it much further?

I think it's on the right.

-First right?
-Yes.

Let me ask someone...

-What street?
-Agricultori.

Excuse me! Agricultori?

Thanks a lot.

I think it's on the left.

-Look, this is it!
-Yes, Agricultori.

This side or the other?

I think it's the same. Try left.

Yes, man. Agricultori!

Let's see if we can get past
all these cars...

You've got room.

16 you said? This is 65.

-16?
-Yes.

16?

-80! I think it's the other way!
-Yes.

Past the intersection... Look!

This is it.

Turn the engine off.

Nobody's home.

He knew we were coming.

-I don't think the bell is working.
-We'll knock on the gate.

-There's nobody here... What the fuck?
-He knew we were coming.

He must have popped out.

-What's the time?
-14:50.

He'll be back at 15:30 latest.

He knew we'd be late
and he went out to get some stuff.

What do we do?

We wait, what else?

Stop knocking!

We're waiting here like a couple
of idiots! Let's do the shopping.

-No!
-Come on, please!

We could be waiting for ages...

We deliver the goods
and then we do the shopping.

-My arse has gone numb.
-Take a walk!

How about I take the van
and go with Betty to do the shopping.

-And you wait here for Doncea.
-What about the bag?

You hang on to it.

No.

We'll wait a bit longer.
He won't be much longer.

It was just an idea.

-What's the time?
-15:05.

Let's go! Fuck Doncea!

-One of us has to stay in the van.
-Why?

-I don't want it to get broken into.
-Who would break into this jalopy?

-I don't want to have to worry about it!
-I'll stay behind.

Let her stay behind.

-I wanted to see those sandals...
-Not now.

-Go, I'll stay.
-I can't carry all the stuff with her!

All right, I'll stay... Big shots...

-Betty, listen here.
-Get me a croissant! I'm hungry.

Look after the bag.
Don't get out of the van!

What did your mother say? Oil?

Coke, beer, medicinal alcohol,
mineral water.

It's stupid to buy beer here.

Let's not buy beer then. Get the rest...

-Got any oil in glass bottles?
-Plastic bottles.

-How many in a case?
-12.

-How much is a bottle?
-12,000.

-12 times 12... 320...?
-Bollocks! 240 or something...

We'll take four of these.

-Got any cans of beer?
-Yes.

-Alcohol free?
-With alcohol.

We're not getting beer.

Puffed wheat!
I haven't eaten that stuff for ages!

-We have to buy Cola and pretzels.
-And something to eat.

-Bananas, full of protein.
-You eat bananas if you like!

-They've got croissants here.
-Buy one for Betty and for yourself.

-How much is the Coke here?
-13,900.

-We have to buy ten cases.
-It's cheaper at the fat bloke's.

Why is it so expensive here?

It's 1,000 cheaper down there.

Wait, I don't get it.
Why is it so expensive here?

-I wonder if Doncea is back? I'll call...
-Ten cases of cola.

I left my mobile phone in the car.
Damn it!

-Oil... Medicinal alcohol?
-Yes.

-How many cases of oil?
-Four.

-Hurry up, will you?
-Two cases of medicinal alcohol.

Fuck Doncea! Let him wait!

-How many cases?
-16...

It'll take too long by the time
you get the invoice and pay!

-I'm going back to the van.
-Wait, I'm coming with you.

I have to call that guy.

What's the time?
It's late. Fuck it, I'm going.

Give him the oil now.
I'll stay behind and pay.

-Four cases?
-No, two.

It's OK.

-Here's the list.
-You want a trolley?

-Yes.
-Take the money.

-Anything else?
-I told you...

Coke, medicinal alcohol, cooking oil,
water... That's all. And the trolley.

-The trolley...
-And the invoice.

Didn't I tell you not to leave the van?

-Have you got shit for brains?
-So do you!

-You went to get a fucking ice cream!
-Big deal!

That's right! In two minutes flat
they'd have cleaned out the van.

Fuck!

What's the matter?
What are you wound up about?

The clever girl left the van unlocked
and went to buy ice cream.

-Did they take the bag?
-No.

You left the van unlocked?

-Yes, but nothing happened.
-So what?

You were supposed to keep an eye
on the van, not buy ice cream!

What were you thinking?

I asked her why she left it,
and she says nobody broke in.

-Leave her be, man!
-You knew why I left you behind.

-Don't make eyes at him!
-To look after it.

To look after the bag.
And you go buy yourself an ice cream...

How could you do that? Fuck it!

What's this? Want to strangle her?

You've been rubbing me up
the wrong way all day, arsehole!

Oh yeah? You watch your mouth.

Don't you realise
they could've taken everything?

She understood!

Man, I told her to stay rooted
to the spot, didn't I?

Stop staring, bitch!

-That's enough, man. Enough!
-What?

Enough!

Fuck Bucharest.
I'll get the train back to Constanta.

Get the fucking train back to Constanta!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Man, aren't we in the same shit?

Why should I be ashamed of myself?

Tell me!

-Why?
-Fucking leave me alone.

Ashamed of your big boss attitude.
You're full of shit.

So why are you hanging out with me?

So now it's every man for himself?

-It's like you say...
-I say fuck!

Take your big boss bag
and shove it up your arse!

I'm looking for Mr Doncea. From Constanta.

He's busy. Tell me.

Tell him on behalf of Mr Ivanov.

Come on in!

Shut the gate!

-Sit over there with that guy!
-Hello! Do what?

Sit over there with that guy!

-You're Ovidiu, aren't you?
-Yes.

Hand it over.

The bag, give it here!

Those guys on the road left you be, right?

-And? I've been waiting since two pm.
-There was nobody here at three pm.

Give me the mobile!

I was expecting 14 packages.
There are only six here.

I don't know anything about that.

There are eight packages missing...
Hi, Mr Marcel!

Yes, he's here...

No, no problem.

We'd agreed on 14 packages.

Yes, right... It just took me by surprise.
Whatever you say, yes...

Maybe it's better this way.

Mr Marcel, if you need anything,
you know where to find me.

One moment.

Yes, Mr Marcel.

Tired... Yes, that was after Lehliu.

Lucky in a way that the police stopped us.

And them too.

Yes, thank you.

It would have been good
if it'd been like that all the way.

Bye.

Gabi!

Come on.

Put this in my office!

That's all.

Bye!

Bye!

-Where's my denim jacket?
-I don't know...

-He put the stuff on top of it.
-Does your leg still hurt?

Shall we take the same route back?

Take whatever route you like.

I'll go the same way.

Are you coming
to my place when we get back?

My mum will make us something to eat.
We'll have a couple of beers.

-What do you say?
-I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

Why the long face?
We're partners, the money's fifty-fifty.

I'm off to sleep.

I'll put some music on.

-Anything special?
-Whatever!

There's been an accident.

-Shall we go and have a look?
-I'm not interested!

I think it's the SUV...

-You coming?
-Leave me alone!

-What happened?
-I don't know.

I've never seen anything like it.
They're all dead.

Make sure that yellow car doesn't leave.

Don't let him leave.

What happened there, sergeant?

Clear the perimeter, please!

Stand back! Stand well back!

Please stand back.

Fallen asleep in there? Get moving!

You left without the cases of beer...

It's all right, I can manage.

Bring them up front, not here.

-Good evening, Mr Ovidiu!
-Good evening.

You left without the beer cases.

Watch out.

Customers were asking for beer all day
and there wasn't any to give them.

-Hello!
-Hi, son.

-Did you buy what I asked you to get?
-Yes, everything.

There are some people waiting for you.

-I know.
-Mr Marcel's here too.

-Good evening, Mr Ovidiu!
-Good evening.

You've got cockroaches
in the bathroom too.

I'll send a man round
with some insecticide.

We've got things to discuss. Mrs Caty.
Business, invoices, that kind of thing...

Good evening.

-There's more stuff in the van.
-Never mind the stuff. We need to talk.

Come in. Get in line, lads.
We have to talk.

Mr Mitica!

Never mind the shop.
There are no customers at this hour.

Go into the kitchen, have some coffee...
Relax. Feel at home.

Would you like a beer or anything?

Miss Nina, Mr Sotir Erdogan,
my associates...

Ovidiu, the transport man...

Beatrice.

Beatrice, Vali.

Let's start.

Ovidiu, you delivered the bag?

-Yes.
-Okay.

I said one grand before, one grand after.

I've already given you one grand. Erdogan!

Another grand now and I'm done with you.

We don't count Beatrice... Vali!

You talk to your partner Ovidiu.
How you split it is your business.

Here!

Turk? Are those three really dead,
or will they turn up at my door tomorrow?

Yes, right, at your door tomorrow!

Good! Ovidiu, how's the leg?

-It's fine now.
-Okay. Thanks.

Vali, how was the trip?

The police pulled us over.
The guys in the SUV...

-But we got away. We're smart lads.
-Have you got a car?

-The white Dacia in front.
-A Dacia will do just fine...

-What's the mileage?
-No more than 100,000 km.

Okay.

You'll receive some packages
tomorrow for Mr Doncea.

You know the address.
Don't take Beatrice with you.

Drop them off, come back
and pick up your money!

That's about all!

Mr Ivanov, Vali and I don't want
to make any more deliveries like this.

What are you saying?
Secrets between friends?

Say it out loud
for these people to hear too!

Come here...

Don't cross me! I don't play games.

Or I'll send you, your folks
and your fucking stall to kingdom come!

What the fuck...?

Come on, let's show Erdogan
where to find you in the morning.

I'll give you a lift.

Mr Mitica, the coast is clear!

Shall I send the man
to do the bathroom tomorrow?

-I don't know... It might be expensive.
-It won't cost you anything.

I'll call you when I get home.

-All right.
-Enough already!

-Leave the confession, lads! We're off!
-We'll talk later.

-Have a good evening.
-Bye-bye!

Are you hungry? Want to eat?

Yes.

There's salad and chips.
I'll put them out for you.

The guy with the stall called.

He said to call him tomorrow before 10:00.

-Bread?
-No thanks.

All right.

If you want more, help yourself.

I'm going to bed. I'm knackered.

-How was the trip? Was it hot?
-So-so...

It was sweltering here...
That must be why I'm so tired.

-I'm going to bed. Goodnight!
-Goodnight.