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You keep the house open?

-So?
-So...

What if someone comes in?

Who? The heat, maybe.

It bites?

People bite, let alone dogs.

She bites.

What's her name?

Police.

Police... Here, girl.

I'll chain her up.

Hungry?

The wife cooked some stew for you.

Now that I feed you,
you don't bark anymore?

Don't worry son, she won't bite.

Unless she gets angry,
then she bites.

Anyways, better have
something on you when you go out.

Like what?

An axe, a plank...

Something.

A dog is good, you know?

The world is full of crazy people.

How big is my land?

As far as one can see.
I mean you, I'm blind as a mole.

So all this land was his?

And now it's yours, son.

Where did he get the money
to buy all this?

Who said he bought it?

-Meaning?
-It was his.

Always was.

If all this land was his,
why the fences?

That... has been there forever.

Come on, let's go see the rest.

He got it all within a single year.

Even less.

From March to...

December 1983.

Nine months.

He had some gold coins stashed away?

Tycoon farmer, huh?

Careful, the table is wobbly.

I wonder how come the Communists
left him alone.

-Anything shady in there?
-Not a thing, buddy.

Everything is paid for,

stamped by the notary.

No worries.

My commission is 5%.

Out of?

I'll tell you.
You know how much land you got?

About 550 hectares.

And one hectare is worth...?

Seven, eight hundred.

Euros.

Your buyer, he wants to buy it all?

There's no forest, no water,
it's wasteland.

Relax, it's not what's on it.

It's what's around it.

The border.
Access to the sea, the Danube.

He doesn't want to grow anything?

It matters?

You get your money,
I get my commission...

What's her problem?

What are you staring at?

The Big Dipper?
Ursa Minor?

Shut up, bitch!

See those lights there?

It's a car.

And here comes another.

Maybe they meet
to fuck under the stars.

-It's a road down there?
-No, nothing there.

That's your land, right?

Yes, up to the border.

Something is going on there.

Police!

Shut up!

Shut up!

You're crazy? What's that?

Don't tell me you haven't seen it.

I saw it right as I walked in,

above the kitchen door.

Winchester, 12-gauge.
Pretty slick, huh?

Is it loaded?

You bet.

Pellet cartridges.

For bigger animals, not just pheasants.

Let's get closer.

What are you doing?

You're scared?

It's up to you.

But you're on your property.

Shoot in the air, OK?

In order to increase
the efficiency

and the quality of services
rendered by the police...

OK.

...the Ministry of Interior proposes

to suspend all countryside
police stations...

OK.

...and to replace them

with mobile police units,

which will be called by using
the 112 emergency service.

I told you I heard about it.

But what does it mean, Chief?

It's bad?

It's bad.

Can you do two things
at the same time?

Eat your salami while driving?

Well...

Not so easy on our country roads.

But if they give us
one of them automatic cars,

I have no problem.

But you know what
I'd love to use for patrolling?

A pope-car.

Comfortable,

low speed,
so I won't hit another deer,

bulletproof windows,

and my mother-in-law will shut up
about my church attendance.

I'd tell her:

"Can't you see I spend
10 hours a day in the pope-car?

Five days a week.
You do the math.

And you're in church, what,
an hour a week?

So stop breaking my balls."

How is she, by the way?

She's fine. Just fine.

Unfortunately.

-Tell me...
-Good day.

Hello.

Hello.

How're you, Uncle Terente?

Getting worse every day.

The romanticism?

The rheumatism, pops!

If you knew how bad it is.
Especially with the clouds.

What clouds?

It hasn't rained in a while.

Yeah but...
I visited my daughter in Stoenesti.

And there were clouds there?

-There were, why not?
-Because it's sunny.

Uncle Terente,

what brings you here?

What the hell?

I can't do anything.

Mr. veterinary, for God's sake,
don't leave me like this.

Don't you get it?
The humerus is broken.

This bone here. Shattered.

Why the hell did you drive
down this slope?

I can't do anything.

We came from there,
I reckoned I'd shortcut here.

It's very hot, and I thought
it was better for the horse.

Great, I'll beware of your help
like the devil's, from now on.

Hello, Chief.

Got a moment?

Damn!

Whose is it?

And the rest of it?
How does it look?

This is all.

Terente's dog found it in the pond.

At Uncle Alecu's.

Don't touch it.

Come on, man.

It's gone stale.

How old, you'd say?

Several days. It'll soon be ripe.

You say it was in water?

It was wearing a sock.
And a boot.

Then it could be more,
it rots harder with clothes.

It still has the toenails.

The nail goes after two weeks or so.

And the bite?

Reckon it was Terente's dog?

No, this isn't a dog.

A dog tears, you see,
it grabs and tears off.

This bite is more like

it was chewed, munched.

Big teeth too.

Could be a boar.

So, for the sake of the argument,

this foot belonged
to a fella, right?

That's the idea.

That's what happened to Petrache.

Struck dead by lightning.

His son found him after a few days,
in the middle of nowhere.

Only his teeth and his watch
left to identify him.

The boars had devoured him.
Polished his bones.

Right.

Say, for the pleasure of chatting,
that our poor fella dies

in a remote place, otherwise
someone would have told us.

Then, your boar finds him

and devours him till it's stuffed,

then throws this foot in the pond,
just to spite me?

And this?

Is it from the rotting?

Ticks.

Ticks?

Them ticks that live on animals.

I know where ticks live,
I wasn't born in Paris.

Reckon it bit him when he was
still alive, or deceased?

The swelling is the reaction
of the body to the poison.

But if the man is dead,
I reckon he doesn't react.

My opinion.

Mine as well.

Listen,

who says that he's dead?

How else can he be?

Alive.

Then it's simple.

I only got to look for a citizen
hopping on one foot.

Here, girl!

Go get it!

See this?

Go get it!

Bravo!

Police!

Police!

You got a 4x4, a little old?

My grandpa's black Jeep.

Is it here?

I lent it to someone to go
catch the bus for Bucharest.

Why?

Seems a car was found
in the fields,

but headed for Tulcea,
not the bus stop.

Headed for Tulcea?

Abandoned at the edge of a corn field.

Doors open, keys inside,
not a soul around.

And Voicu?

-Your friend?
-Not a friend, just a guy I know.

I reckoned,

maybe you can give him a call.

Doesn't answer.

It happens.

Maybe...

Maybe he ran out of gas

and continued on foot.

Ask at the bus stop for Bucharest.

Why did he come here?

He helps me sell the land.

You want to sell Uncle Alecu's land?

I don't "want to", I am selling it.
That's why I came.

You drew up the papers?

This week.

My words carry no weight.

Don't come file a complaint,
my hands are tied.

It's wrong
to spit on the dead, but

Uncle Alecu led a busy life.

Meaning?

No use to burden you with details.

What did he do? Did he
bash someone's head in?

-Don't throw words around.
-What words?

I saw him myself smashing
a guy's head with a hatchet.

And when he fell down,
he bashed his skull in.

This was a long time ago.

-Ugly thing for a child to see.
-So you knew.

That's what you came to tell me?

I came to tell you about
the guy who disappeared.

A while ago, I heard about

this citizen,
who went to hunt lions in Africa.

So he lies down stalking his prey.

A lion comes out of a bush,
big, beautiful mane.

Our citizen shoots

and wounds the lion,
who disappears into the bush.

The guy lies down to wait for it,

the lion appears again,
he shoots again, nothing.

The lion disappears in the bush.

And so on.

The lion appears, disappears,
and he shoots and shoots,

frustrated about not killing it.

After some time, the lion
stops appearing.

He goes to see behind the bush...

And the lion jumps and kills him.

He had shot seventeen lions,

all lying there, a real bloodbath,

some dead, others dying.

Now,

Uncle Alecu is gone,

but not his boys.

He kept all this land empty
on purpose.

Not even the Commies could plant
their collective farms here.

Where there's no one,
you can do as you please.

Nobody sees you.

Not even the police.

What are you telling me?

To leave? Not to sell?

Sell, why not?

But go back home

and get them lawyers and notaries
to do the job for you.

It's no use to stay here.
To watch over your shoulder.

Who told you
that I am living in fear?

If you're smart,

don't be stupid.

Got the tank full, you're all set.

Do you want me to drive you
to the bus station?

No. Give me the keys.

Come on son, don't make such a face.

You're not made for such places.

Leave it, it's better this way.

That's

the way of the world.

The animals too:
some are big, others small.

The small ones have to take

the bigger ones' deal,
or they get eaten.

Take care of the house, OK?

And of this mongrel.

Son, I'm taking care of this house
since forever.

Come back here on holiday.

Bring your girlfriend along.

Take care now.

Don't worry about that guy.
It's not like the earth swallowed him.

Hey Pops!

Why do you have Voicu's phone?

Don't you hear?

Pops!

Why's his phone in your pocket?

Leave me alone!
Aren't you ashamed?

Where's Voicu?

Where's Voicu?

-Get off me!
-Where's Voicu?

Where's Voicu?

I only got his phone
and the money, that's all!

They only scared him,
he left walking!

-Where's Voicu?
-I didn't hit him! It wasn't me!

Who, then?

-Who?
-It wasn't me. The others.

Better get in the car and go home.
You're still young, and...

Fuck off!

Hello, Mr. Guttman?

Roman here,
the owner of the land near Tulcea.

Yes, Sebi Voicu's friend.

No, no problem. Voicu left
on holiday, that's why I'm calling.

Voicu told me you shook hands
on a final offer of?

Still negotiating, yes.

It was...

385,000.

Mr. Guttman, the price is 300,000.
Interested?

It's my land, it's my decision.
Interested?

This evening.

Tomorrow, then.

Yes, I have the papers.

It's a deal. Thank you.

You're like a cat, Wrench.

I didn't hear you coming.

Or a dog, maybe.

Are you a faithful dog?

Where's the Bucharest guy?
Here in the pond?

No, Chief.
Why would he be?

Just gave him a scare.
He went on his business.

Wrench,
what am I gonna do with you?

How long have we been talking?

Four years or so?

And what have you done for me?

-Chief...
-What have you done...

For me?

Chief, I told you,

he keeps everything locked.

No one knows when a shipping
is due in or out.

He divides us
so we don't gang against him.

Do you know what Agent Ana
found during his last control?

Exactly.

Nothing.

Pigs.

He keeps changing plans.

No one knows what or when he ships.

Since Alecu died,
he's even more careful.

He has eyes in the back of his head.

Did you start smoking?

Whose is it?

That's supposed to be a boar bite.

But I reckon it can also be
a good old domestic pig.

And you know
who owns pigs around here?

No one.

The swine flu wiped them all out.

So I deduce that this foot
has spent some time with you at the farm.

And where's the rest?

At the bottom of the pond...
or not.

-And why not...
-Drain the pond?

You know how long it takes,
how much it costs?

They barely give me money
to put gas in the car.

I can't look through
his papers any more, Chief.

If he finds out, I'll end up
in a shit-hole

with concrete on top of me.

Forget the papers.

I want him for murder.

Whose is it?

I don't know, I swear.

What's he up to?
Who is he hanging out with?

Chief...

Wrench, you can fuck with me.

But don't fuck around with my time.

Not this week,

the one before.

-He picked a fight with a Russian.
-I see.

Arcadie. The one...

I heard about him.

The young one.

Then the shipping stopped

and this Arcadie

can't be found anywhere.

So Samir,

who in ten years never got a ticket
for even spitting in the street,

all of a sudden stiffs a guy

for picking a fight with him?

Not for that.

It seems that Arcadie

wanted to change the deal
we've had for years.

That's all I know.

I saw nothing, I swear.

Otherwise you'd have found me
in the pond too.

Then,

maybe I should get you
one of them white canes

and sunglasses.

Chief...

-He doesn't allow phones.
-They don't in prison either.

It's getting dark, time to go.

They keep asking me, you know.

What?

Why don't you live with us.

Why don't we live with you.

Because it's not possible.

Why didn't you call
to say you're coming?

You¹d have told me not to come
and I wouldn't have.

And I wanted to come.

I wouldn't have said not to come.

You would have.

No I wouldn't.

Hello?

How are you?

I'd like to come to you,
to the countryside.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

Good, so I'm coming.

You'll get bored.
There's nothing here.

You are here.

That's enough.

So it's done?

Did you sort out
what you had to sort out?

That's not mine.

Whose, then?

Voicu's.

Who?

The guy who helps me sell the land.

He's here?

He went back to his business.

So we're alone?

How nice.

I'll go chain up the dog.

Roman?

Roman!

Where is the beast?

Remember the one from last year?

At least 881 lbs.

There.

See if it's dead, or it'll
chase you till morning.

That's the one.

Did it bite you?

Did it bite you?

No.

Good. Otherwise we'd have
to shoot you too.

It's got rabies.

Wanna come down for some grill?

Chief...

A nice little steak?

I'm not hungry.

Wrench, let's put him down,

so he doesn't pass it along.

Popica!

Get me some gasoline here.

That's the custom after hunting.

A nice little steak,
washed down with some booze.

Don't worry, not from this one.

We don't want to wake up
foaming at the mouth tomorrow.

We have good meat,
first choice quality.

Come on, Chief.

That's what hunting buddies do.

Don't forget your slingshot.

So,

you are Uncle Alecu's grandson, right?

Yes.

Uncle Alecu was our master.

Great man, Alecu.

Hey, boys.

Great man, Uncle Alecu, huh?

Great man, great master.

Great boss.

To Uncle Alecu.

To Uncle Alecu.

To Alecu.

Here. A toast for the dead.

May he rest in peace.

May he rest in peace.

But now that we have no master...

I'm your master.

You're our boss, not our master.

Didn't Samir fuck your mom?
So he's your master.

Then I'm his master too.

To the new boss.

To the new boss.

The young lady arrived safely?

The young lady.
I gave her a lift last night.

She was hitchhiking.

I drove her to Uncle Alecu's place.

Your place.

You're setting up a family here?

Something happened to her?

No.

She's fine.

Nothing happened to her.

Man, what the fuck?
You fucked up my neck!

-Not my fault you got a swan's neck.
-Fuck you, asshole!

Enough.

That's enough, girls.
What will our new boss think of us?

Here's to your health, Chief.

You fucked up my throat.

-No, he fucked you in the throat.
-And I'll fuck you in the ass.

Man, you work that mouth more
than a whore does.

Look what he's done to my neck.

He broke my fucking gold chain.

Your four-leaf clover chain?

Your lucky charm with the ladies?

My mom gave it to me.

Take him on for a one-on-one.

Yeah pussy,
take him for a one-on-one.

What are they doing?

One-on-one.
Wrestling, countryside style.

They're not kidding.

Yes they do.
That's how we kid around here.

We wrestle, we kill...

If we're not educated,
we get bored, what can we do?

You like it here?

Fresh air,
as much space as you need.

Not locked up like in the city.
I'd go crazy there.

Yeah.

If I want to cross the street,
I cross the street.

Impossible in the city.

You must wait for the green light.
You cross on green.

Know what I've seen?

Dogs too. They cross only on green.

You, a man,

you stay with the dogs,
waiting for permission to go.

Me, a man,
side by side with the dog?

You fucking assholes
and your fucking city.

Play by the rules, man!

Popica, give him a yellow card.
If he continues, he's suspended.

So you like it here.

Why do you want to sell it then?

The booze went to your head?

I like it here, but...

for holidays, for the weekend,
not to live here.

Oh, right.

Not to live.

With those pianist hands of yours,

you couldn't even pick silk.

I'm selling.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I'm sorry.

Why?

I know about...

What do you know?

I saw the cars meeting at night.

And I know about you.

Epure told me.

You don't say.

And I know about Grandpa.

You know what a crazy old man
told you.

You know the shit
that dying cop fed you.

One more fart, and he dies.
Fuck him and his cancer.

This mongrel cop, Hogas,

he'd wag his tail real nice
before Uncle Alecu.

He was on Alecu's payroll for years.

None of my business.

Yes it is, if you say you know.

Barely weaned, yet you know it all.

You come from Bucharest,

you shuffle some papers

and everything here is yours,
to use as you please.

You wipe your ass with our work?

With us here, with our business?

It's not what I meant.

No...
Us here, we're only peasants.

Only countryside dimwits.

So you can charm us
with your fancy talk.

A pat on the shoulder,
a flask of booze,

You know, Lipovans drink heavily,
everybody knows, so fuck them.

It's my land.

Your land...

Then why sell it, son?

You don't know what to do with it?

A woman you live with,
but don't know how to fuck her,

is she yours?

Listen.

You'd better follow
old man Epure's advice.

If you want to come on holiday,
or for a weekend with the lady,

for a barbecue with the boys,
Come.

Otherwise,

better stay home.

The rest stays as it is.

I'm...

I'm leaving.

Goodbye.

Where have you been?

It was a boar who had rabies.

That's why it attacked.

And?

You chased it all night?

I got lost.

What are you doing?

Acting like that again?

Like what?

Like you're alone.

Talk to me, say something.

Go back home.

What?

I'm off to Tulcea, to the notary.

Go to the village.
The bus leaves in an hour.

Can you drive me at least?

Tulcea is this way.

The village is the other way.

Go home.

I don't want to leave.

Ilinca, go home.

We'll talk tonight.

Don't you keep a hammer in the car?

What?

A hammer.

In there.

The world got crazy.

It's always been crazy.

You think he was on the phone?

The State Police?

They're waiting for our signal.

But Chief Patru said that

he can only spare four men.

He needs the others
for the football game.

Go back to the station.

When they get there,
go straight to the farm.

And you, Chief?

How are you, girl?

How are you, Police?

Yes, my girl, yes.

It's all good, Police, all good.

May I help you?

My respects.

I'm looking for

the grandson of Uncle...

Mister...

-You're here for Roman?
-Yes. Exactly.

He's not home.

When is he due back?

Come back later.

Right.

You're... the girlfriend?

Mr. Roman's girlfriend?

Why are you asking?
Who are you?

I'm a...

One of my boys
drove you here yesterday, Wrench.

We work for...

We used to work for Uncle Alecu.

The grandpa of...

Yes, I know who he is.

Samir is my name.

Where is Mr. Roman?

Better if you came
in two hours or so.

So late?

He's at the notary, in Tulcea.

The notary?

In Tulcea?

Yes. Come back after lunch.

I see. My respects.

-Police!
-She was outside.

The dog.

She must have smelled...

Police, come home, girl.

Police!

If it's no bother,

can I have a glass of water?

And here comes the police.

The man, not the dog.

Shouldn't you take care
of the living first, chief?

Not much longer, huh?

Two men in one day?

Two?

Wrench was phoning while driving.

God forbid,
I could have passed too.

And this one here,

I don't know.

The young people
say they reason with their brains,

but they don't look around
to see how the world goes.

How can you reason if you don't see?

A villager told me

that he saw a young woman
at the bus stop, late last night.

You tell me,

what man in his right mind
brings his woman to this place?

Of all people, you should know.

Just saying.

Where's the girl?

Gone.

Gone?

Where?

Gone home.

She didn't belong here.

Are you afraid of anything
in this world?

I'm afraid of God.

But he's afraid of me too.

Gonna smoke that?

I'll go get the boys, we got
business to attend to.

Take care now.

Stay healthy.

They say it's the only thing
that matters.

You reckon I can...

I haven't eaten all day.

Or is it evidence?

Any idea what its name was?

Subtitle translation by Catalin Dobre