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‏Big boy!

‏Really?

‏How are you?

‏Good.

‏Hello!

‏Thanks for letting us park here.

‏My pleasure.

‏Make sure to leave me ‏your phone number, just in case…

‏No, my brother isn't home this week, ‏the spot was empty anyway.

‏-Yeah? ‏-Yeah.

‏No, really, at least let me ‏give you my number.

‏And then give me a ring.

‏Hadi?

‏Yeah.

‏It's even.

‏It's a joke.

‏I was thinking ‏we could go somewhere together.

‏Take the car, ‏stay someplace overnight…

‏You don't have to justify yourself, ‏it's not worth it.

‏-You don't have to explain yourself. ‏-No, I'm not.

‏Yeah, you are.

‏I'm not, you are explaining yourself.

‏You don't have to justify yourself.

‏So, bon appétit.

‏Bon appétit.

‏You're spoiled.

‏Wait. Were you ever little?

‏-Did she really? ‏-Yes.

‏What are you doing here? ‏I told you not to come.

‏Oh, come on.

‏Give me a kiss.

‏Was that so hard?

‏I brought you the food from Mum, ‏I don't have any room for it in my fridge.

‏Wouldn't hurt to call her now and again.

‏Sorry for coming like this, but I have ‏something for Cristi from our mother.

‏How do you say ‏“homemade food” in English?

‏I don't know.

‏Whatever…

‏There's cabbage rolls, cake, beef salad.

‏“Homemade food”, you loser.

‏Oh for God's sake…

‏-How was I supposed to know?

‏Bismillah.

‏Kind of like saying grace.

‏Well, Bismillah then. ‏Have another.

‏Leave it there.

‏Good, no?

‏I don't know…

‏You know better.

‏[in Romanian] I don't know, ‏I leave for work in one hour.

‏Say it in English.

‏Why are you so boring?

‏Why don't you do ‏something nice these days?

‏Take him somewhere nice.

‏Take him to the mountains.

‏Take him to the castles, Bran, Peleș.

‏Oh, come on, Cătălina.

‏Cristi!

‏[in Romanian] ‏How do you say… Four?

‏[in Romanian] ‏Four times?

‏Okay, I'll leave you two.

‏Cristi, please. I swear this is not okay. ‏Why are you acting like this?

‏It's your sister visiting us. ‏What's your problem?

‏Come on.

‏-So what was this about? ‏-What?

‏This whole thing, ‏your visit, your attitude…

‏-What attitude? ‏-Oh, come on…

‏I was nice, he was nice, ‏you're the one with a problem.

‏-I have a problem? ‏-Yes, I was just curious.

‏I wanted to see for myself ‏this phase you're going through.

‏-What phase? ‏-Your gay phase.

‏After I get home tonight, I don't plan ‏on getting out of bed until Monday.

‏I heard the weather's ‏meant to turn bad anyway.

‏Yeah, but you're so old.

‏Oh, I forgot, I can't tomorrow.

‏I'm going to the mountains ‏first thing in the morning.

‏With whom?

‏My girl, her brother and his girl.

‏Can't wait to have some mulled wine ‏when we get there.

‏Are the slopes already open?

‏Yeah, man, it's been snowing ‏for two days, that'll do.

‏How about the roads in those parts? ‏Are they snowed in?

‏Who cares? I'll clear the snow ‏with my bare hands if I have to.

‏Yeah, well, we might just have to do that, ‏the weather's meant to turn bad.

‏Yo, Gym-boy, I think Cristi ‏wants to ask you nicely

‏to take him along.

‏If you behave, maybe I will.

‏He could also take that Mirabela girl… ‏Or whatever her name was.

‏Anca.

‏We don't talk anymore. ‏We broke up.

‏Really?

‏Man, are you incapable ‏of being with a girl?

‏What's wrong with you, ‏do you beat them or what?

‏Why did you break up?

‏Whatever, some bullshit.

‏Why am I never home, ‏why do I work so much,

‏that I'm never there, ‏that sort of stuff.

‏Man, I hate that shit. ‏I don't get it.

‏Mine gets pissy about that stuff too, ‏so I ask her:

‏do you want food on the table, ‏shoes on your feet?

‏Stop talking nonsense, man, ‏it's not the same.

‏It's not like they were living together,

‏he had only known her for… what, ‏two months?

‏Yep.

‏So it's not the same ‏with you and your girl.

‏He's just a moron. Doesn't know ‏how to act around a girl.

‏Listen to me, you call her

‏and tell her “Mirabela…

‏how about coming to the mountains ‏with me and my colleague, Alexandru?”

‏She'll be on her knees, I bet.

‏What am I, stupid? ‏I don't beg.

‏This one will die alone, man.

‏He'll call us to go ‏wipe his ass when he's old.

‏No way, I'm not touching him.

‏And if we have to, ‏we'll just send Claudiu.

‏Claudiu!

‏Don't be such an idiot.

‏-Hey, listen. ‏-What?

‏What do you want?

‏Nothing.

‏-Why are you making fun of him? ‏-Well, well, look who's up.

‏Look out the window, how lovely ‏the city is, cars, manhole covers.

‏Stop pushing into me, move over!

‏-You're a fucking fat-ass, that's why. ‏-Move the fuck over.

‏You're a disgrace to the gendarmerie.

‏Boss, let's take him home, ‏he doesn't fit in the van anymore.

‏Shall I pull over here?

‏Claudiu, your hand ‏is on the gear stick, right?

‏He's closer to the boss, you know.

‏You, as a citizen, ‏are required by law to show us some ID…

‏-Only if I've committed an offence. ‏-Is he under any suspicion?

‏Nobody here is under any suspicion.

‏This is just a procedure ‏we have to follow.

‏You interrupted a screening, ‏people bought a ticket to be here.

‏And you are?

‏The projectionist.

‏I'm going to ask you as well ‏to show my colleague some ID.

‏Of course. ‏I've got nothing to hide.

‏What do you think ‏about this movie you're screening?

‏What do you mean?

‏Well, you're the projectionist and ‏you don't know that this movie is filthy,

‏it shouldn't even be screened.

‏This is a movie with women ‏mating with each other!

‏Let's stay calm, ‏we're not here to review movies.

‏Shame!

‏People bought tickets! ‏People paid for this show.

‏Exactly, for a cheap and dirty show!

‏Easy, please keep your calm.

‏The deputy manager ‏will be here soon.

‏Great, I'd also like to talk to him.

‏You'd better ask those from ‏the Gay Association for some ID as well!

‏Yes, we will.

‏Ma'am, the police will talk to everybody ‏so we can find out what happened here.

‏Yes, we will.

‏Lord, save your people ‏and bless the heritage…

‏Quite the commotion they made here.

‏More or less. ‏They made a fuss, yeah.

‏A few said they're calling the press. ‏And the NGOs just got here.

‏Great.

‏So here's what we should do: ‏ID everyone who's already here

‏and then let them go home.

‏I don't think so.

‏Let's just get it over with, ‏they're already filming.

‏Both the guys with the icons and ‏the ones in skirts, if you get my drift.

‏So let's just send everyone home ‏and that's that.

‏-Weren't you in the mood for a movie? ‏-Oh yeah, I was dying for one.

‏I'll go see what the boys are up to. ‏You'll stay here, right?

‏Where else?

‏I'm going for a piss. ‏Keep an eye on them.

‏Be back in two minutes.

‏Gays out of this country!

‏Can you believe this?

‏I asked for your full name.

‏We've got nothing to hide!

‏We want to know ‏the legal framework.

‏The quicker you show some ID, ‏the faster we get out of there.

‏You interrupted a screening, ‏that's what you did.

‏Why? Who gave you the right?

‏So, what's the offence?

‏How is it not an offence to stop people ‏from watching a movie they paid to see?

‏You know what?

‏The police should find out ‏who this organised group is.

‏Man, what organised group?

‏Please, stay calm.

‏Look at him, a man your age to get ‏involved with the likes of…

‏Aren't you ashamed?

‏You wretched man! ‏That's why God punishes us!

‏Lower your voice, please.

‏I hope you realise that ‏the police need to find out

‏who interrupted the screening. ‏You know that, right?

‏So you have to show them your ID.

‏But why should I give you my ID?

‏I'm a free citizen of this country,

‏I bought a ticket to see a movie.

‏Are you with me so far? Okay.

‏You should ID these fine people ‏who came to chant the national anthem.

‏How about that?

‏You are free to do whatever you want.

‏Exactly. ‏For example, to leave,

‏since the authorities ‏can't handle this situation.

‏You can't leave right now.

‏-Why not? ‏-You have to show me some ID.

‏Just show some ID ‏and then you're free to go.

‏Why? For what reason?

‏-Will you show me your ID? ‏-Why should I?

‏Will you give me your ID or not?

‏I'm not giving you my ID, ‏just showing you.

‏-Take your hands off me! ‏-Please calm down!

‏-I want to know why you're touching me! ‏-Calm down!

‏You are defending ‏a bunch of filth! Filth!

‏-Why filth? ‏-Because that's what they are!

‏Ma'am, please stop!

‏-Why do you call it filth? ‏-Please, show me your ID.

‏The Romanian man put by God ‏on this Earth is not a homosexual.

‏The Romanian peasant would never…

‏What? The Romanian peasant? ‏Listen to me, please, for a second.

‏I was raised in the countryside, okay?

‏The Romanian peasant is much more complex ‏than you could ever wrap your head around.

‏I'm sorry.

‏And he has the right to love ‏whomever he wants.

‏-Are you a sexo-marxist, miss? ‏-A what?

‏-Sexo-marxist! ‏-Such big words!

‏That's what you are!

‏Ma'am, you're dreaming of ‏orgies in factories.

‏Maybe you should read ‏that Bible you keep mentioning.

‏It says you should love thy neighbour.

‏[Romanian national anthem] ‏Wake up, Romanian, from the sleep of death

‏Into which you have been sunk ‏by the barbaric tyrants.

‏Hi.

‏How've you been?

‏-Don't you remember me? ‏-Beat it.

‏What are you doing here? ‏Bored already?

‏It was too hot inside.

‏Yeah, it is.

‏-What's wrong? ‏-Nothing, why?

‏I don't know, ‏you're making me nervous.

‏-Want a cigarette? ‏-No.

‏Man, how crazy can you get…

‏Who?

‏These people inside.

‏Oh…

‏Lucky we have Oancea.

‏She saves the day and ‏gives us something nice to look at.

‏-Yeah, she's hot. ‏-Yeah, very.

‏Sorry, can you spare a cigarette?

‏Thanks.

‏And a lighter?

‏-Don't you know her? ‏-No, how would I know her?

‏Thanks.

‏Let's go.

‏Come on, I need a drink.

‏Beer, wine, ‏half a bottle of vodka, whatever.

‏Chill. ‏Let's stick around for a bit.

‏What for?

‏I don't know, see what happens.

‏What's gonna happen? I might start ‏punching people, that's what.

‏I can't stand them, I swear.

‏Chill. Really.

‏Just wait another 15-20 minutes, ‏and then we go wherever you want,

‏drink whatever you want.

‏What are you doing here?

‏-Can't you see? ‏-Come inside.

‏Oh, for fuck's sake…

‏They have to stop these homosexuals.

‏Youths these days ‏are all a bunch of leeches…

‏I do mind my own business. ‏This is my business.

‏Why do you let them? ‏Aren't they ashamed?

‏Watch your language!

‏You have no reason to yell.

‏This is strictly police work.

‏Did we break any laws?

‏Did I say you broke the law? ‏We're only asking people for ID.

‏So you're not kidnapping us.

‏Of course not. ‏Please, just show us some ID.

‏No, you're keeping us hostage.

‏You're not letting us leave.

‏-No one's taking you hostage. ‏-Yes, you are.

‏Just show me your ID.

‏Did I do anything? ‏Why can't I leave?

‏Shame on you ‏for watching that filth.

‏Ma'am, enough with this nonsense.

‏What filth, ma'am?

‏Is it not obvious?

‏You're ruining our children, ‏shoving dirt down their throats.

‏I have a small child at home, but ‏when he's older I'll show him this movie.

‏Are you not in your right mind?

‏-God will punish you. ‏-Why me?

‏Because you're reckless parents ‏raising reckless children.

‏Watch your language!

‏I didn't talk to you like that.

‏Watch it. I didn't insult you.

‏Please watch your language.

‏Excuse me?

‏I asked you to watch your language.

‏Me? What about this lady? ‏What is the gendarmerie here for?

‏To defend us, honest citizens, ‏or these people who committed an offence?

‏Why would they defend you?

‏Didn't you see your colleague ‏grabbing that young lady?

‏Yeah, this one!

‏My colleague didn't harass anyone, ‏he didn't grab anyone.

‏The police will write a report…

‏Come on, what report? Can't you see ‏what these people are capable of?

‏Sir, I was trying to be polite, okay?

‏I've had it.

‏You bunch of assholes!

‏You should be ashamed ‏to talk like that,

‏considering your age.

‏You're one of those ‏strutting around the streets

‏with feathers up your ass ‏for all mankind to see.

‏Shame on you!

‏So what, did I come ‏into your home or what?

‏That would take the cake!

‏Leave me be.

‏Listen, lady. ‏I hope you'll have a gay grandson.

‏Then we'll talk.

‏Gay? Can't you speak Romanian?

‏You homosexual!

‏Lucky you're straight!

‏Ladies, enough! ‏You've been yelling for an hour!

‏How can a serious man like you ‏associate with all these…

‏-All these what? ‏-All these faggots!

‏Why use a word like that?

‏It's the truth!

‏Let the authorities to do their job!

‏You're really gonna pretend you ‏don't know me?

‏What kind of education ‏are you giving our children?

‏This is a disease!

‏Stop defending the homosexuals!

‏Do we all have to have sex on the streets?

‏Don't provoke us!

‏Please come with me, ‏I need to see your ID!

‏You're just an employee here, ‏stay out of it!

‏This is a state cinema! ‏It belongs to the state!

‏The Romanian language! ‏Romania! Not "gays' and other crap.

‏What the fuck do you want?

‏Wow, hypocritical much?

‏Not that I had any expectations from you, ‏but this is too much.

‏Piss off.

‏Lame. Are you ashamed ‏your colleagues might find out?

‏Get the fuck out of here.

‏So why are we here? ‏I thought you wanted to talk.

‏Talk about what? ‏I don't know you, you followed me here.

‏What? You beckoned me to get in here.

‏What the fuck are you doing?

‏Get the fuck out of my sight, ‏you hear me?

‏Listen, fancy a threesome?

‏What?

‏I was wondering if you and your lover ‏wanted a threesome.

‏What are you doing?

‏You fuckin' faggot! ‏Fuck you, you ass-fucker!

‏Get off him!

‏What the fuck are you doing? ‏Hitting him in the face? Are you crazy?

‏Fuck him!

‏I caught him jerking off in here.

‏-What do you mean? ‏-Are you an idiot?

‏Stroia sent me to see what's in here ‏and I caught him on the last row,

‏dick in his hand.

‏Who are you texting?

‏Calling Mircea in here, you moron.

‏That guy is going straight to the cops ‏and everybody will see his fucked-up face.

‏Go where? I scared him off, ‏he's gone, I'm sure.

‏Scared?

‏With everybody outside, all those who can't ‏wait to blame it all on the gendarmerie?

‏Okay, I'll go take a look. ‏What are you doing?

‏Cristi, stay put.

‏I kept my eyes on you today ‏as if you were my girlfriend.

‏You left the unit ‏like you didn't give a fuck.

‏Cigarette breaks and whatnot. ‏You idiot, I saw you coming in here.

‏I thought to myself, look at Cristi, ‏going to see dykes banging in a movie.

‏I told you Stroia sent me here.

‏So what?

‏Are you trying ‏to aggravate things with him?

‏Acting all hysterical?

‏Are you on your period?

‏Fuck you.

‏No, fuck you! You dickhead, ‏always getting us in trouble!

‏How could you hit him in the face?

‏What are you doing here? ‏Fucking?

‏Talk some sense into this moron! ‏He's a lost cause.

‏I'll go outside, see what's up. ‏You're bad news, listen to me.

‏Shut up already!

‏Fuck him.

‏He's ratting us out to Stroia ‏like he damn pleases, I'm sure.

‏So what happened?

‏I caught some guy jerking off in here, ‏that's what happened.

‏And I kicked him out of here.

‏Fuck me.

‏Did you hit him or what?

‏Just a couple of slaps.

‏I wanna go see what's going on.

‏Hey, hey, Cristal, where are you going?

‏Don't you start with me too, ‏or I'll lose it!

‏Start what?

‏Cristal, don't you know me?

‏Why do you wanna get out?

‏Stay here, it's warm, take a break.

‏It's worse if you get out. ‏He'll recognize you and rat you out.

‏I'd say that's worse.

‏He has nothing to say. ‏What could he say? I bet he's gone.

‏Really?

‏What makes you so sure?

‏Like Alex said, ‏the guy may very well still be outside,

‏talking to Stroia and the cops, right?

‏Did anyone else see you?

‏Fucking nobody.

‏Didn't you hear only Alex was here?

‏Who else is here?

‏What are you looking at me for?

‏And this wanker… ‏Who is he, what does he look like?

‏The one from outside ‏who asked you for a cigarette.

‏Do you have any on you? ‏I want one.

‏I just wanted to let you know ‏that the guy is talking to the cops.

‏And Stroia knows, he asked me. ‏He saw the guy with blood on his face.

‏Yeah, I bet he asked you.

‏-Sit down. ‏-What did you tell him?

‏Wait a second. What blood?

‏Yeah, he kicked him in the face, ‏fucked up his lip or nose,

‏I didn't see up close.

‏Come, let's see what the fuck's going on.

‏-I'm coming too. ‏-Stay here. Didn't you hear me?

‏What? Have you all lost your minds?

‏Hey, calm down.

‏It's all good.

‏Mircea, listen to me.

‏I want to know ‏what that guy is telling Stroia.

‏I just wanna talk to him myself.

‏You stay here.

‏Isn't it enough ‏that you embarrassed us today?

‏Us and the whole institution. ‏One gendarme equals the gendarmerie.

‏Shut the fuck up, ‏are you three years old?

‏Cristal, you're risking your job.

‏Fuck my life, risk what? ‏What am I risking?

‏I don't know why you're acting like this.

‏Really now. ‏You have the caution from last year,

‏Stroia's got his eyes on you ‏all the time…

‏Why the fuck are you acting like this?

‏Understand that if you go outside,

‏this whole thing blows out ‏and everybody finds out.

‏Finds out what?

‏This thing that just happened.

‏Cristal, you hit somebody.

‏Mircea, listen to me, ‏this one's a lost cause.

‏I swear I won't hit him. ‏I won't do anything.

‏I just wanna talk to him. ‏I swear.

‏I know you wouldn't do anything to him, ‏that's not the point. What the hell?

‏Listen.

‏We'll go first and see ‏what's going on and then,

‏I promise you, ‏I'll personally talk to Stroia.

‏I swear.

‏Okay?

‏Okay.

‏So, just to be clear.

‏From this moment on, ‏you no longer exist.

‏Yes.

‏We don't know what happened.

‏He was walking, ‏fell down, broke his nose.

‏We didn't see anything. ‏Easy, right?

‏No need to worry so much.

‏Be right back.

‏Okay, so where did you say ‏your seat was?

‏I'm not sure.

‏Around here somewhere.

‏Have you seen a small, ‏black waist bag?

‏-A what? ‏-A waist bag.

‏Have you seen a waist bag?

‏I haven't seen anything.

‏I can't remember where I sat.

‏Maybe you didn't leave it here.

‏I had it on me and ‏I only just realised it was missing.

‏With all this commotion…

‏I don't think I left it at home.

‏And I had everything in it.

‏I doubt it's here. ‏Maybe you should look somewhere else.

‏So what do I do now? ‏I don't even have my ID.

‏Go to the nearest police station.

‏We looked everywhere, it's not here.

‏Maybe I left it at home.

‏Maybe.

‏Okay, thanks.

‏Have a good evening.

‏You too.

‏-What the heck are you doing? ‏-What does it look like?

‏Are you out of your damn mind?

‏I can't stand being in here.

‏Oh, you can't?

‏What about your colleagues ‏who're trying to clean up your mess?

‏I have shit to deal with, too, you know.

‏Worries, problems, call them ‏what you like. I swear. But…

‏I keep it to myself. ‏I don't lash out at work.

‏Let me tell you something.

‏When my father was ‏in the Gendarmerie in the '90s…

‏One night they were all ‏at the command post,

‏some cards, booze, ‏you know what it's like.

‏And my dad goes to take a piss.

‏One colleague follows him ‏to the toilet…

‏And tries to kiss him.

‏In a flash.

‏No idea how my dad ‏managed to keep calm, but he did.

‏And told his colleague ‏"I won't tell anyone,

‏but if this happens again, ‏I'll report it."

‏Give me a break.

‏How's that guy? ‏Is he badly injured?

‏He had some blood on his face.

‏Gym-boy was saying how ‏the guy got all worked up,

‏but the cop cut him short, saying

‏no gendarme could've hit him,

‏since they were all there and ‏the theatre is closed now to the public.

‏But that's all I know.

‏So what does he want now?

‏How should I know?

‏And Mircea?

‏What am I, the encyclopaedia?

‏Yellow Pages? ‏How the fuck should I know everything?

‏I had to watch those idiots

‏so they don't poke ‏each other's eyes out with those icons

‏and whatever the hell they're holding.

‏You think I've got no other problems?

‏We're wasting time,

‏instead of just taking care of things,

‏sending all these idiots home, ‏since they're all the same anyway,

‏minding our own business,

‏going for a hot meal…

‏It's nice in here, I like it.

‏It's a long time since I've been ‏to the movies, never been here.

‏Listen, Dan.

‏Why did you come ‏in here earlier with that guy?

‏What do you mean?

‏The guy looking for his bag.

‏-He was looking for his bag. ‏-Yeah, I know that.

‏Did he need company, ‏why did you come along?

‏Did he personally ask you ‏to escort him or what?

‏Why didn't he come in alone?

‏What do you mean?

‏That's what I'm asking you. ‏And I'm gonna answer too.

‏You were at the door, ‏making sure I won't go anywhere.

‏What the fuck are we doing here?

‏Is this what we've come to? ‏Tell me why.

‏Tell me why.

‏What did that guy tell Stroia? ‏What?

‏Why won't you let me talk to him myself?

‏Jesus…

‏You've lost it completely.

‏I've lost it?

‏So why shouldn't I talk to him myself? ‏He can tell me what his problem is.

‏Be patient, ‏let's see what happens,

‏what the cops talk to him about…

‏Why aren't they done yet? ‏I'm sick of waiting in here.

‏For fuck's sake!

‏Mircea won't answer my texts, ‏same with Alex.

‏What the hell is there to talk about?

‏His life story?

‏How he came out ‏of his mother's cunt, what?

‏I'm going right now ‏to talk to him.

‏Jesus…

‏Just go, leave me the fuck alone.

‏Cristi!

‏Don't do anything crazy.

‏I must've sent you like three texts.

‏Really? Didn't see them, bro.

‏What's going on outside?

‏We're getting worked up for nothing, ‏there's nothing else to do.

‏We'll wait and see what ‏Stroia and Oancea say to the guy.

‏What did Stroia say?

‏I told him what we talked about. ‏He didn't say anything.

‏Is the guy okay?

‏He's fine…

‏He can stand, talk, fuck him.

‏It's so stuffy in here, ‏it's making me sleepy.

‏I barely slept three hours last night.

‏Mihaela cried all night long.

‏Can you imagine what that's like?

‏Why did she cry?

‏She's upset with me, that's why.

‏Why?

‏About a week ago, maybe…

‏After the match.

‏Mihaela and I found a dog ‏in front of our building.

‏A Maltese, I think…

‏Whatever. ‏Black and curly, a Maltese.

‏He had a rash on his skin,

‏covered in that blue healing lotion, ‏you know.

‏And Mihaela was like, ‏let's take him inside and feed him.

‏Okay, let's.

‏You can't imagine ‏how quickly that dog

‏entered the building ‏when we opened the door.

‏In a flash. ‏It went straight to our neighbour's door.

‏We have this crazy old lady next door.

‏And the dog started ‏scratching at her door.

‏So I go ask her if it was her dog.

‏She opens and I'm like, ‏"Hello, is this your dog?"

‏I hadn't seen her with a dog before, ‏but I figured I should ask anyway.

‏When she saw the dog, she went ballistic: ‏"Why did you bring it here, go away,

‏I tried to get rid of it ‏and you brought it back, take it away."

‏And slams the door in my face.

‏We were shocked, ‏both me and my girl.

‏So Mihaela insists ‏we take the dog in and feed it.

‏I didn't want to, of course.

‏With that skin…

‏I also felt kind of sorry for it, ‏but I didn't want any disease in my house.

‏But in the heat of the moment, ‏I said okay.

‏We fed it and it went to sleep ‏on the couch.

‏And then Mihaela starts pleading.

‏"Let's keep the dog until tomorrow, ‏take it to the vet…"

‏I said okay.

‏We took her… it was a female.

‏She had a little tag that said "Lola."

‏We took her to the vet…

‏The doctor said she was ‏very old, had no teeth left.

‏And that the rash will go away ‏and that other than that she's fine.

‏And Mihaela was like, that's it, ‏we have a dog now and we're keeping it.

‏For a couple of days, ‏I tried to convince her, you know.

‏We couldn't keep a dog.

‏I'm working all the time, ‏she's working all the time.

‏How the hell could we keep a dog?

‏I finally convinced her.

‏And after a couple of days ‏we took Lola to the park

‏and tied her to a tree.

‏Mihaela packed for her ‏a bundle with some food,

‏with the special shampoo ‏we bought for her rash…

‏And a note saying:

‏"My name is Lola, I'm old ‏and I'm looking for a home."

‏Something like that.

‏And we left her there.

‏And you can't imagine what I ‏went through with Mihaela after that.

‏She couldn't stop crying.

‏With hiccups and all, all red in the face, ‏I thought she was going to choke.

‏Really, in the end it got so bad that ‏we had to go back to where we left Lola,

‏who was no longer there, obviously.

‏And yesterday ‏was just the icing on the cake.

‏What?

‏Listen to this.

‏I get a call on my landline. ‏Get this.

‏I had forgotten ‏I even had a landline.

‏A lady calls.

‏Says she is a friend of Mrs. Lăcătuș, ‏the crazy neighbour.

‏I don't know how she got my number.

‏Even I don't know it.

‏Says she's a friend of Mrs. Lăcătuș, ‏that she left her the dog

‏to look after ‏while she was abroad

‏and that Mrs. Lăcătuș told her ‏she had lost the dog and we had found it.

‏How could the crazy hag ‏make this shit up?

‏This lady asked us to give the dog back ‏because her nephew,

‏who's in a wheelchair, ‏is crying after it.

‏That sucks.

‏Man…

‏Of course, Mihaela told her ‏the whole truth, everything.

‏You can't imagine what I ‏had to go through the whole evening.

‏Actually, the whole night.

‏She complained that we abandoned the dog,

‏that who knows what happened to it ‏in this weather…

‏What if a car ran over it?

‏Yeah…

‏She drove me up the wall.

‏That sucks, what can I say?

‏She'll get over it.

‏Yeah, she will…

‏But what if she doesn't?

‏Come on… She'll get over it.

‏How could you have known?

‏About the dog and the lady…

‏You couldn't have known.

‏You wanted to do something good, right?

‏Yeah… I mean, yeah.

‏Listen.

‏Lie low for a few days ‏and she'll get over it.

‏Yeah…

‏I mean, yeah, sure.

‏I might go outside, have a cigarette, ‏maybe it will wake me up.

‏Go.

‏You think that guy will leave?

‏Come on, screw him. ‏He's probably already gone.

‏- If anything happens, I'll text you. ‏- Okay.

‏Mircică?

‏Thanks, man.

‏What are you doing?

‏I wanna see what's going on.

‏Why the fuck are you lying ‏that I sent you here?

‏Is that why you beat that guy up, ‏because I sent you?

‏Stroia!

‏Don't Stroia me!

‏How much longer do I have ‏to cover for you?

‏You asshole, how many times ‏have I covered for you?

‏Answer me, fuck-face, ‏I can't hear you.

‏I don't know.

‏How come? ‏Are you calling me a liar?

‏Answer me.

‏Where the fuck do you think you are? ‏Doing whatever the fuck you want?

‏Tell me.

‏I have 50 people here

‏and one of them tells me ‏a gendarme of mine beat him up

‏because he thinks he is not only smarter ‏but also more of a badass than all of us?

‏If I fucking tell you ‏to stay here, then stay here!

‏I wanted to see what was going on.

‏You wanted to see what was going on? ‏What the fuck could be going on?

‏Now you see the gendarme, ‏now you don't.

‏If I've been trying for an hour ‏to convince him

‏that the gendarme ‏who beat him up doesn't exist,

‏why the fuck do you act ‏like you do exist?

‏Tell me!

‏You know what?

‏Why won't you let me ‏talk to that guy?

‏What did he say?

‏I want to go out and talk to him. ‏So he can tell it to my face.

‏You dimwit.

‏Are you retarded? ‏Where do you wanna go?

‏Stroia…

‏I don't care what he told you.

‏He's a liar.

‏He's a faggot.

‏He takes it up the ass, ‏sucks cock and lies.

‏He touched my dick. ‏Did he tell you that?

‏There's no talking to you.

‏If you move, you're done.

‏You stay here. Look at me ‏when I'm talking to you.

‏Claudiu.

‏How long have we known each other?

‏-Why would you do this to me? ‏-Cristi, calm down.

‏-How could I? ‏-Just chill.

‏Don't sweat it.

‏What, because you smacked ‏that guy in the face?

‏Big deal.

‏You know what?

‏I'm glad you did it, ‏fuck that faggot.

‏Fucking pansies.

‏Snowflakes. Always playing the victim.

‏If you asked me, he deserved it.

‏Do you know ‏what he said about you?

‏What?

‏That you're this, that and the other…

‏That you knows you personally. ‏That you had some dates.

‏That you like boys.

‏Crap like that.

‏He might as well have said that ‏the whole gendarmerie sucks cock.

‏A degenerate.

‏And you go and make ‏all this fuss for a little slap.

‏You should've knocked him out, ‏that fucking piece of shit.

‏Now I'm angry.

‏I swear, I don't get all the fuss.

‏Let's just plant ‏a bag of dope in his bag

‏and arrest him ‏for drug use and that's that.

‏It happened to me once.

‏Exactly like this, ‏with one of his kind, in a toilet.

‏I swear.

‏I was in a club ‏one Saturday night, drinking and that.

‏I go take a piss…

‏and while I'm pissing, ‏I see this guy watching me.

‏Looking right at my dick, you know?

‏And I was like, yo!

‏Just to scare him a little.

‏Like, what the hell is this?

‏He instantly freaked out, obviously.

‏Whatever.

‏But I respect that.

‏Whoever you are,

‏win or lose,

‏might as well try your luck, right?

‏Any man owes it to himself to try.

‏But then don't ask ‏why I smashed your face in.

‏So I totally get you, man.

‏I swear it.

‏And anyway, I sniffed you out.

‏But it stays between us, don't worry.

‏You just wanted ‏to kick his ass, didn't you?

‏Why would he jerk off ‏at a lesbian flick if he's a fag?

‏You set him straight anyway, ‏so fuck him.

‏Mine doesn't have any dressing, I hope.

‏Yes, princess.

‏Are you worried you're going ‏to spill some on you?

‏Make a stain?

‏Here.

‏Take half.

‏I don't want any, thanks.

‏Yo, Gym-boy, eat slower, ‏it's not good for you to eat that fast.

‏Let me tell you ‏what you could eat very fast.

‏He's buying time.

‏He's not in the mood ‏for a trip in the hood.

‏Where did you get those ‏nice boots you were wearing today?

‏Got them on Black Friday. ‏You like them?

‏Black Friday is a scam.

‏Yeah, I never buy anything ‏on Black Friday either.

‏They're for hiking, right?

‏Not streetwear.

‏Boss, they're good ‏for anything you want.

‏They were massively reduced.

‏From 350 to 100.

‏Where from?

‏Directly from the store.

‏In St. George Square.

‏Sportswear store.

‏And is the sale still on?

‏Boss, do you know ‏what Black Friday is?

‏Hello. What's up?

‏I saw boots like that.

‏At Miniprix.

‏-Which Miniprix? ‏-Otopeni.

‏Yeah, I'm not fucking going there.

‏Something sweet would go down a treat now.

‏I'll go buy something sweet then.

‏Does anybody else want anything?

‏Get some teddies.

‏-Gummy bears? ‏-Yeah.

‏Actually no, get a chocolate croissant.

‏What the fuck?

‏A thrashing.

‏Really now, ‏don't ever do this again.

‏I mean it.

‏Whatever happens, come talk to me.

‏Any problem you have, any trouble, ‏any heartache, you talk to me.

‏Don't go and do whatever you want, ‏like today.

‏You were lucky.

‏The stars aligned for you.

‏I mean it.

‏He could've hit his head falling.

‏Lucky we had the cop, Oancea,

‏she's a good guy ‏and understood the whole situation.

‏That guy was lucky too.

‏Had I been there, ‏I would've knocked him out.

‏I mean it.

‏Just kidding, man.

‏But for real now, ‏anyone messes with you, you tell me.

‏Got it?

‏-Say yes. ‏-Yeah.

‏There you go.

‏When you can, just pull over.

‏-We're not there yet. ‏-No, I just wanna walk for a bit.

‏There, on the corner.

‏Okay, whatever you want.

‏So, football tonight?

‏I don't know, don't think so.

‏Okay, champ.

‏Kisses.