Original subtitles

- Hey, Jewel ...

get out of there.

Please.

I have a good sandwich for both of us.

Are not you hungry today?

You have a little stomach ache, huh?

I told you, but you never listen.

H , h ... h , good man!

So, do not you want some?

Too bad, it's me who eats it.

Salmon, do not like it. You want caviar.

You're in the regime, is that?

(door)

(guardian): Outside, Brutecki! Your father is here.

- Kiss my ass, I have no father.

(creaking and closing of a door)

- Brutecki. You really are a shit bag, you.

But I'm still going clean yourself.

When I'm done with you,

your soul will be as white than that of an infant.

- What are you, sir?

A cureton or a baker shit?

- Ah, much better than that.

I am Saint Peter in person.

And I open the doors heaven.

(He sneers.)

You smell a smell of toilets!

Where does she come from,

all this rot, Brutecki?

- You are right, I am a real shit.

You only have to try to clean me!

- I'll take care of it, duck. Do not worry about that.

Pretty pleasant.

Welcome to Paradise, my boy.

- And do not come and walk anymore your ass here, huh? !

(shouting)

(aircraft engines deafening)

(The driver sings kill your head.)

(He sings in Romanian.)

(Collapse of a tire)

(He's laughing.)

- Connards!

(He imitates an airplane engine.)

(small shrieks saccad s)

- Welcome Gura Nera ... Mr. Jerry Brutecki.

- It's Brutetski.

(crying little saccad s of the kid)

- Oh, are you Polish?

- No. - English?

- No.

- I see, you're Mr. No one.

Follow me, please.

- Your resume is very impressive.

(The doctor coughs.)

Twenty-three armed robberies,

28 flights to La Tire, 31 burglaries ...

Three divorces!

We surprised you urinating

on the forecourt of Westminster

and you're the host of Her Majesty's prisons six times.

- Seven times.

- Excuse me, I was wrong.

Tell me, my friend ...

do you know why we sent you here?

- Someone will close the mouth of this little fuck? !

I can do it myself, you know.

(The child is still pushing little squeaky cries.)

What do you do to them? These snitches?

Do you cut them alive?

Aaah!

No !

- Naturally.

- For God Sake !

(little cackles of the kid)

- Shut up! Did you ask?

- I never ask.

- Here, we ask.

- Who are we asking?

- We do not close this window.

- Our friends from the West have shown themselves

generous as usual.

We will be able to repair the roof with a.

- We'll give him the tools you need

right now. (little cries of the child)

You are in a hospital for orphans, Mr. Brute.

You are here to repair the roof

and make you useful. Do you listen to me, Mr. Brute?

(The child has calmed down.)

Mr. Brute ...

Every week, you point to the prosecutor,

but you will stay under my entire responsibility.

It suits you, Mr. Brute?

- No.

- Good !

- Leave, little one!

- Hey!

It's a girl.

Go slowly, she is schizophrenic.

- Ah?

(He makes a face at her noisy.)

(laughs)

Fucking Gura Nera!

(small shrieks saccad s)

Shut up ! H ! Are you gonna shut up? !

(small shrieks saccad s)

Ah!

(The girl screams.) - Slut!

- You are interested in stopping it, if not, I'm laughing at him!

(She spits on him.)

- Do not approach it

otherwise you will kill her. Do not touch it!

- The next time, I spit on it!

- It's the disease Orphans!

It's not his fault!

- She's a little slut!

(He sneers.)

- H , Mara ... tea you enough, a?

- What does that mean? - That's a lot of money.

A big sum. English money.

With this, you can buy everything.

- You're so smart, Ion!

(gummings of a child)

(She hums a lullaby.)

(The child calms down.)

(footstep )

(grinding of the wheels of the bed)

- Hey! Your name is Mara? - Leave me!

- Hey! Mara!

Slut.

(She coughs.)

- The nurse ...

What's her name ?

- The nurse ... (Howling)

Is her name Mara?

- Ah, Mara ...

(beep of the device)

- Yes, first, me, I take a good shot ...

and after, ciao! - Ciao?

With me ! OK. !

Hi, Romania! (She imitates an airplane engine.)

- Go for it.

Oxygen.

I said: oxygen!

- We do not have any more!

(She laughs.)

(barking in the distance)

(Mara): We're out of oxygen.

You have to look these photos.

Please, Babits, look.

On these photos-- - Outside !

(laughs of the children)

(cries of panic)

- We bought this medicine with your money.

Children think that it is a miracle cure

who comes from the West,

but it is only vitamin C.

That's all we could buy!

- But there were more That's money!

- The rest is gone. But you will soon

read in your journals how, thanks to you

our children survive!

- I did not understand everything, there.

- Drop.

- Mara ...

Mara!

(crashing)

(He whistles.)

- Why did you come here?

- To fuck you. (He sneers.)

- What you can be stupid. - I know.

- You do not know how to do anything. - Oh yes, you believe?

I am an expert in all things.

You feel it, huh?

Hmm ...

- No, I do not feel anything.

You are an expert in flight and fight.

You are nothing at all.

You make me pity! - I think I hear my father!

- You think our poverty arrange you.

(She sighs.)

- Mara?

- What?

- You want me to shoot myself, that's it?

- Pay attention in this room.

AIDS. Moscu has her, too.

(He sneers.)

H ! I asked you a question.

- You are free!

I call Sincai! Get the hell out of here !

- Maybe I do not want to.

Maybe he likes me, this fucking place!

(rain runoff)

(rumble of thunder)

- Ah!

- You bitch!

Where did you put my gun, huh? !

(She halts loudly.)

Hey ... did you see what you did?

You're just about to die. I do not care!

(She smothers.)

You're going to stop your circus, yeah!

I ask you to stop!

Please.

(staccato breathing)

Quick, do something!

- Elena, that's enough.

- But you're crazy! She is dying!

(The little laugh.)

- Hey! You want to tell me What is it

What all this mess?

- She has nothing.

- It's all nonsense!

- That is true.

- I'm sorry for you to annoy, Mr. Brute,

but I have to ask you a question.

- Enter, please.

- Mr Brute, you had the delicacy

to borrow money.

Can you return it to me?

- I am sorry, there is no question of it.

- In these conditions,

I will enlarge you the asshole.

- Ha! If it is who excites you, boss ...

Ah!

- These notes were intended, Mr. Brute,

medicines for kids.

- And the gun, it's for children?

- Do you see ... the country in which we live

is very strange, Mr. Brute.

He sends us thieves in his hospitals

to teach children Do not fly.

- You only have to complain to the Minister of Health.

- No.

I prefer the prosecutor.

He will be delighted to your knowledge.

- You're not going to do that, chief ...

- Han Han.

- Good. I just had an idea.

I do not mind you return the money.

(laughs)

Ah! Aaah ...

- I'm really, really Sorry, Mr. Brute, but ...

I ask you to move slowly,

with a lot of precautions.

- I'll remember a ..

- Tell me, where is the rest?

- I do not have it.

Serious!

- Listen and remember, you little shit!

You are nothing here! Huh? You are very, very far from home.

And if you disappear, no one will come for you!

(He arms the rifle.)

(Waiting for the gaster)

- Where did you hide it?

My gun.

Will you give it back to me?

Oh, shit! Give it to me !

Shit!

(children's choir)

(They stop singing.)

(Brute laughs.)

Eat! It's going to cool!

(laughs) - H , h , h ...

Children, please ...

(German)

- What?

- No meat.

- Because it's green?

- Because we are vegetarians.

- Good. So, take a biscuit.

(laughs)

Come on, eat!

- Please, please, excuse Mr. Brute.

He is not...

he is a little strange.

(silly laugh )

Please,

Mr. Brute, would you like to bring wine

our guests? Thank you.

(laughs of the children)

- Silence please. Please!

- Hey, kids!

One. Two !

(violin and repetition of the song)

- This one ?

You're welcome, do not hesitate.

They are all children intelligent and very talented.

For example,

look at this one.

This one...

adorable.

- Moscu better!

- Moscu!

Hmm ... uh ...

Here, this one.

The pretty little gypsy, she has a heart problem.

She, I do not sell it.

Since you do not pass through official channels,

the price is higher.

Four thousand five hundred, how's it going? Hum?

It costs only 3,000.

It's difficult because she has seizures.

So she vanishes sometimes

and she falls to the ground.

He is 5,000. But for you, 4,700.

I give you a price.

(music)

- So, you have

a family, now!

You are interested treat it well!

- Iorgu! ! !

Iorgu ...

- I had a teacher oncology Paris.

He said:

"A nice lie is easier to swallow.

(He's laughing.)

Tea?

- Well ... let's drink.

(Brute coughs.)

- I have the feeling that you go ask me questions.

Bad luck, my friend,

I'm not in the mood.

And I will tell you Something.

I no longer answer questions since a long time.

I prefer lies.

- Lies...

Including for children?

- Damn you.

- It's a profitable business, right?

- Ha! Ha! Profitable?

It's an interesting concept,

in a country where people are dying like flies.

Yes, if you ... you ...

you are referring to ...

oxygen, antibiotics, everything ...a ...

Yes, it's probably ...

more profitable than having to suffer ...

the attitude of some ... hooligans from the west.

You see,

we learned to survive ...

alone.

So ? what you intend to do

throw me out of the window?

(cricket singing)

- The night is full of dangers, Mr. Brute.

You may die of cold.

- Drugs that you have here ...

could last me all the life.

- If you live ... long time.

(chirping of birds)

(b lements)

(b lements)

- Guess, asshole?

You're going to give it to me.

Go to bed, Moscu.

- What?

H ! You do not touch me, okay?

- Go ahead.

Hou!

Go ahead, touch it.

- It's my father when he was young.

(She laughs.)

Good. Go to bed now.

- You're not taking me with you by plane because I'm crying.

(rumble of thunder)

- Enter.

Pose a.

- And you fucked with Sincai too?

- It's only my boss. - Yeah ... for what job?

Tell me ... how much do you have touched for this kid?

- Two thousand dollars, the usual price. He has a sick kidney,

but it's not a problem in the United States.

If a child, for example, at the ab m e corn e,

it is worth $ 3,000 or more.

We even find buyers for cancerous children.

We only have two weeks in advance

in antibiotic supplies.

Those we can save have their chance there.

- What did he do to you, Sincai?

- Sincai is a good guy.

- Hum.

- Kiss Me.

- Ah! Stop!

(strident cries)

(She's screaming.)

(mess)

(She halts.)

- Ah, she's pretending. - It's for real!

Help me to take him away.

Help me to take him away!

- The door !

Take the !

(Romanian)

Toubib, do something! - Outside !

Let me do it.

Defibrillator.

(continuous beep)

Ah! Nothing works here!

(intermittent beeps)

(regular beeps)

God is with us today.

Come on, open your eyes.

Give me grain alcohol.

That's it, my dear.

A small drop? Yes.

- I do not know. One month, one week ...

What does it change?

Do not ask questions

which person can not answer.

She will die when the time comes.

- I know how you can save her.

- It's beyond our means.

She needs of an artificial valve.

- She's an orphan, right? - Yes, she is an orphan.

And she will die. - So ?

Why do not you sell it somewhere

where can we operate?

- Who would want to buy a 12-year-old gypsy

and spend thousands of dollars

to try to operate his sick heart?

Who ?

You?

(to laugh)

(laughs) - Hey!

It's the little crooked!

Why do not you shout today? Come on, scream!

Look through the window and shouts as usual.

Calls out !

I can not hear you !

- Mama! Mama! Mama!

- "Mom, Mom, Mom!"

Do I look to be your mom, huh?

H ...

(Romanian)

Wait a second...

Open the mouth.

You're still pretending, Elena.

It does not take.

- You are stupid. - No it's you

who are stupid. It will end badly one day you will see.

- I do not understand.

- What? What?

- You're a son of a bitch! - Elena ...

- You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara! - Do not talk to me like that!

- You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara!

(all): You fuck Mara! You fuck Mara! You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara! - You're a shit!

(Elena cries.)

(all): Hooray! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

- Good, then tell him we do not fuck together.

- You see ?

H !

- "I tell you that I love you. "

- You are very lucky.

Usually gypsies are married at his age.

- It's not an orphanage, it's a crazy house.

- And above all, do not try to go through!

- Wait, what are you waiting for? Do you speak ?

- You have to like it. - What?

- Pretend.

It will not last.

- You're crazy.

- She needs your love.

- I do not know how to do that.

- You want to kill her, this little girl?

- Hum ... no, it's not my thing. Forget it.

- Where are you? - I just love it.

- You can write to him love letters.

- Ask him how much it cost.

- Who pays ? - Who had the idea, huh?

- Your declaration of love,

she must have class.

- Come on, we ship them all.

Hum?

And add a more.

(Mara): No, you have to say Something.

- Why ?

- I paid for all these things.

I will not do your declaration and more!

- Listen ...

Listen, little girl, uh ...

I have something to tell you.

I can not.

- Continue, you're almost there.

- What a story!

It's for you.

It's because...

It's because I ...

(Cheers)

- Oh, shit!

- Elena is waiting for you for half an hour.

- I had something else to do.

- Did you learn it? - What?

- The poem!

- Of course.

(Romanian)

What does that mean?

- "Your eyes are like stars

in an autumn sky. "

- Tsss ... What bullshit!

Nobody has the idea to watch the sky in autumn.

It always rains ! - You can do better ?

- I have a poet's head? - Please.

- Well, for example ... uh ...

"I ..." uh ...

"I'll find you beyond the seventh mist. "

- Keep on going. - That's all !

This is the longest sentence I never said!

- No !

(little whistles)

- Moscu!

(She's crying.)

- It's Sincai who told you to fuck with me?

- You are crazy !

I love you.

- You love Me ? So...

tell me about Gheorge.

- It was him, the chief from the hospital before Babits.

- It's him, the guy, who fell by the window?

And the little schizophrenic saw it. Did you like him too?

- He was my husband.

- Mr. Brute.

Your plane ticket. - What?

- You are a free man. You go back home.

In business class.

- I'm not you, chief.

- Your compatriots, at home,

are really satisfied of your progress.

Send me a postcard.

- Psst!

Chief...

There is only one small problem.

- Which ?

- Ha! I like it here!

I am a free man!

(Elena laughs.)

- Song. - A song ? No !

It does not come from a song! I wrote it down. In your turn.

- Hush! Hush!

- "Your eyes are like seagulls

who fly in the wind. "

- It comes from a song!

(He sneers.)

- Exact.

Okay, now, listen to this.

If you laugh, I'm leaving.

- Brute !

Promise!

- Okay, promised!

- Promised.

(Brute) So, how's that? It's bad ?

Doctor! - Silence!

The sedimentation rate and leukocytosis

both went down. These are really his results?

- I took the sample myself.

- Good.

I feel like we have recover our mezzo-soprano.

- So she's better?

- Love can do miracles.

Ah! Give him penicillin when we have it.

- So, she's going to live?

- Yes, that's right, she's going to live a little more.

But ... you know, my friend, she will eventually die.

We only do prolong suffering

in an honorable way.

We will perhaps avoid it to go to hell.

But we will not go for as much in paradise.

- Go away.

Go away, Moscu, I must speak to Sincai.

Please ... D gage!

There, she can be cured.

Sell ​​it.

- Is it an order, Mr. Brute?

- No, it's a request. - I do not believe.

see your eyes, I doubt it.

- You see...

I'm not a good person.

I do not have conscience.

- Ah? Oh, that's new, a!

- You need people

who have no conscience.

- Finally, where do you want come ?

- If you find a buyer for Elena,

I will work for you.

- I do not understand you always not.

- Please ...

H !

You bastard!

If you do not save this girl,

I'm balancing you with the police for your crappy traffic!

Oh, shit!

I did not want to do that.

- This time, I tell you understand, Mr. Brute.

- Yeah, I do not doubt it.

- Hey, listen to me, now,

you dirty little thug, huh?

You just have to live with your conscience,

and I will live with mine.

And I will give you another tip:

get out of this hospital while that you still have time.

- And if I refuse, I risk falling

by your fucking window, that's it? !

- Brute, what is it?

- I dunno. Guess ?

- Slowly. He does not remains more than ten seconds.

- No eyes in the back!

- It's only a flower of love.

(Moscu laughs.)

- A flower of love? It's pretty. I like it.

Elena won!

Here is your gift.

(He is crying.)

- Tattoo.

- I can not.

(He's laughing.)

- Hey ...

(He hums "I have a stone.")

(cries of pain)

- We'll talk about it later. - How much is it ?

- It's not a price problem.

- It's a question of competence, is that?

- Yes. Why not ?

Oh I see. Our western fell in love.

I'm willing to operate it, but I promise you nothing.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!

A transplant Valve, do you?

But it's a joke!

There is one thing you need to know, Mr. Brute,

it's that Dr. Babits is Hungarian.

And Hungarians are

all imbeciles.

- Yes, I love you, Ion

Let's call it, if you want,

a whim.

Hungary is a capricious nation

who loves to relieve the conscience of his enemies.

- Three thousand dollars for a valve.

A clutch, an artificial heart: $ 3,000.

It made $ 6,000 for an operation, only one.

We would never recover this expense even by selling

the most beautiful child

and the blondest. - It's wrong.

Part of the material would stay in the hospital.

- Martinescu, hum? pilepsy: 4000 at the most.

Rebreanu, apoplexy:

3000.

I do not know.

I have no idea.

- You promised to operate it.

- Find a solution, Ion

- Maybe I have one. Mara, I have to talk to you.

- He said he was going to operate it.

(crashing)

What are you doing there? ! Do not stay in the passage!

Come on, that's okay. Go clean yourself. And next time,

you will see where you walk, Okay ?

- It does not mean anything.

You asked for it.

(motor noise getting closer)

- Trucks...

Welcome to Hell !

- No, do not go!

Do not go, Brute! It does not serve anything!

Stop!

Brute !

If something happened to you,

you would destroy all their dreams!

They live in hope to go with you one day.

- Stop!

Good.

Now, leave him the envy

to poke his paws in my business.

(Brut gémit of pain.)

- You knew it ! You knew it, bastard!

(He yells.)

- It's better than morphine, I guarantee it.

- Ac, dad, ac! D'ac, dad.

I will ask more questions.

They cut my hand! ! !

Go away, daddy!

Go away ! Go away !

Dad, go away!

Go away ! (He screams and cries.)

- Now,

mouse, a big smile!

- She's going to kill her.

(Declare the camera)

- You are not satisfied yet, Mr. Brute?

- You are going to separate the brother of the sister.

- They are not brother and sister.

Elena believes it. She likes to play comedy.

- She'll kill her anyway.

She has only him in the world.

- We will do it so that it do not realize it.

You may have another solution ?

- You have to fall

in love with her.

It's like that that you can help him.

Walk with her in the mountain.

And while she will be we will sell it.

Finally, she must pay her

in one way or another, his operation, huh?

Attention, Iorgu, a big smile for Sincai!

Huh? Come on, Iorgu

(Brute): Wait, little girl, wait.

- "Wait, little girl,

hold on."

(music)

- HM hm ?

You want some ?

Its good. Ha! Ha!

- Here, you and me ...

- Yeah.

Do you want a cigarette?

Its good.

- You, husband ...

me, woman.

- A little smile, come on, Elena.

(laughs)

Oh ... hop!

- Iorgu!

- Elena!

- Iorgu!

Iorgu ... (music)

(He's laughing.)

- Elena!

- I'm sorry. - Ion, it would be better

that you let us do our work.

- Hurry up, doctor! Quick !

- Scissors.

Clean.

Aspiration.

Temperature.

Now start the ECG.

- Clamps.

Stop the pump.

(singing in Romanian)

(hysterical cries of children)

- You are thirsty ?

Um, my little ch?

Oh, I have an idea.

Yes, I offer you a drink and ...

we will go dancing.

Hum?

(discordant sound of the violin)

Ha!

What shit!

(rumble of thunder)

(wrong notes )

- He did his medicine in France. This is for a

that he did not have the right to practice under Ceaucescu.

- Who forbade it?

- Sincai, maybe.

Or people like him. What does it change?

- Sincai ...

He is trafficking arms

by pretending that it is of drugs.

He sells children.

He sells small children!

That's right, he's buying drugs,

but not for this hospital. And Gheorge is dead

because he wanted to end His crappy traffic.

How did you live here?

- My place is here.

I am born here.

(She's crying.)

- Ah, the gun.

I did not know it was you who had it.

H ...

Mara ... (She's still crying.)

I go... Mara, I'm going away.

Do you want to come with me ?

- We'll see each other in paradise.

- You're going to fuck me Camp from here right now!

Take me away! You find that he's not a real blond?

He does not bother you?

I do not need people like you !

I can do it alone!

This place, this building ...

will become a hospital again again ! Huh? !

I do not need you!

Take me away!

(cry of the child)

Screw you !

(scream)

Dedicate! And faster than that! Shoot!

A fake blonde! who is it that they know, those, huh?

That's right, we've dōcolor the hair !

They are still blond, there is no difference!

We do not need those damn stinky capitalists of the West!

And now, what do I do ?

I'm going to decolorize you. Yes.

No, I'll clean your head. I'm going to rub it,

scrub up what it is clean!

Go to bed ! We will not do it anymore.

We will clean them thoroughly.

(Moscu mimics a plane.)

We will never do that again. No, it's over.

I'm going to wash your head myself.

- Go away !

Do not follow me !

- They said they wanted recover their valve.

Well, I told them to pick it up themselves

in the grave, to destroy it!

They only have to dig,

dig if they want, this fucking valve!

Dig, dig!

I will not do it!

I'm going to curl up.

Huh? I will clean all this shit, do you understand?

I'll get rid of ya.

(The child takes a breath.) Again !

Here is my house!

Hum?

It's my life !

You hear ?

This is my hospital!

It's my life !

It's my life ! - Lick it!

- Ah, Mr. Brute! (The child is coughing.)

I see you finally have

decided to go my gun.

- Elena ...

Elena ...

- Brute ! Brute !

(Moscu is crying.)

- Brute !

(soft music)

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