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What was it about?

About sex during Communism.

Bullshit.

No, it's serious. They made an official study.

Turns out Eastern Europe women

had twice as many orgasms as Western women.

How do they know? They put someone to count?

No idea.

Maybe they installed some sort of sensors.

Where exactly did they stick them?

They are scientists, not idiots like you.

It's here?

That's what they said.

Plus, it seems

that Eastern men's dicks are 6 mm longer than Western men's.

Exactly six?

What's 6 mm? This small.

Maybe 6 cm then.

The fact is that sex was way better during Communism.

- We didn't compare, back then. - No.

Nowadays, we're all overworked,

men can't get it up and women don't wanna fuck anymore.

- Except for money. - Yeah.

The rich can pay, the poor can go fuck themselves.

Yeah, exactly.

But we are the most fucked of all.

- Did I tell you the scooter joke? - Wait!

Someone was fucking with us. There's nothing here.

Ivo.

Now we are really fucked.

Isn't this...

Yeah, it's him.

Yeah, definitely fucked.

Man, no way I'm spending the night here.

- Wait, I have an idea. - What?

- I'll shove this torch up your ass! - What do you propose?

-You're a genius! - Lower that torch and help me.

Fuck this guy!

- So skinny yet so heavy. - Stop whining.

- And porn? - What about it?

- It was forbidden during Communism. - Because we had real sex then.

- Now we have Internet porn. - So?

During Communism we had one TV channel with Russian films,

regular power cuts and we were fucking 5 times a day.

Men were up to it then. And now?

They take pills to get it up for 5 minutes.

You seem to know about pills, huh? You have some?

Don't provoke me, or I'll take care of your wife.

Wiseguy!

OK, let me tell you the scooter joke.

Another joke about Russians?

You and your fucking Russian friends!

Better be an American kiss-ass, like you?

Fucking Communist!

You should go tomorrow and help those morons

demolish the Red Army memorial.

I might very well go.

You seem a bit down.

What?

Lower the music.

- You seem worried. - Why?

Turn it down, dammit!

I was saying,

why did you decide to work on your birthday?

No girlfriend, huh?

-Who? me? - No, the Pope.

No, I'm turning 30 on the job. I'll party tomorrow.

- That's all. - I see.

Did I tell you how I was born?

No, but what a date: November 10, 1989!

It is, isn't it?

My mom was watching TV

and when she saw Zhivkov's ugly face, her water broke.

And a typical product of democracy was born.

- Yeah. - And 30 years later...

Dispatch to 44.

44 here.

Man threatening to torch himself, Samuil 22, near Todor AIeksandrov.

He poured gasoline on himself and holds a lighter.

We're on our way.

What's wrong with everybody?

Obvious, isn't it?

Poverty is everywhere.

But to immolate yourself? Worst way to die.

There's worse.

Is it better to die of poverty?

Watch for the potholes.

They're not potholes, they're fucking craters!

Unbelievable.

I think it's here.

Go back inside or I'll torch myself!

I'll kill myself! You're going nowhere!

- I'm leaving. - No! I'll torch myself!

- You're not leaving! - I'll leave if I like!

No, you're not!

I am. Stop making scenes.

Enough!

Scenes? Who called the cops?

- Stop there! - Easy now.

Don't move or I'll torch myself!

Everyone is laughing at us!

- I'll torch myself! - Calm down, sir.

- Do it already and let us sleep. - Shut up, you!

- Petko, go home. - Go inside, old hag!

Stop it, sir.

I'm up to my neck in debt over your apartment

and now you're leaving?

I can't stand you anymore! You're nothing but trouble!

And who feeds you? Me!

-You?! -Yes, me!

She feeds me!

What more do you want me to do?

Go inside Petko, you're ridiculous.

Don't talk to me like that! Go back!

Calm down.

I've worked my ass off for you

and you're gonna work in Spain

for your sister, the slut!

The bank took our flat while you're living like a queen.

And now you're off? I'll torch myself!

Go back!

Calm down.

- You're his wife? - Yes!

Please go inside.

What are you looking at? I'll torch myself.

You have no shame, Petko?

I'm ashamed, that's why I'll burn!

I've had enough! Go ahead and burn!

You're burning me! Not me, you!

It's the same scene every night, officer,

every night, I can't take it anymore!

Burn!

- I'll hang myself. - No torching anymore?

- First I'll burn, then I'll hang! - Do it!

- You'll never do it! - Yes I will!

Go inside please!

I'll hang on the noose, like a black raven!

Sir!

What's your name, sir?

- Petko. - Petko who?

Stoichev.

Mr Stoichev, I must test you for alcohol.

What?

I smell gasoline and you've obviously been drinking.

So?

It seems like you've been driving drunk.

I don't even own a car!

If the test is negative, there's no problem.

Hey, why are you beating him up?

- It hurts! - Leave him alone!

That hurts! Let me go!

Leave him alone!

Let's go, Petko. Move it!

Let's go!

Police brutality! Can someone film this?

Let him go! Please!

I didn't do anything!

Move it!

Nothing will happen to him.

I'll take care of him!

He'll sober up in the precinct.

Right now he's dangerous, to himself and to the others.

Your head, Petko.

Lioni!

Lyoni, I love you!

Madam! Stay away from the car.

I'm begging you! Let him go.

Lyoni, I love you!

Stay, Lyoni, please stay, I'm begging you!

I'm begging you, Lyoni, stay!

Stay, Lyoni!

Petko! Stop the car!

I'm staying!

Petko!

I'm staying!

Should be somewhere around here, right?

Right?

- You're not talking to me? - Yes I am.

- Was it your first time? - What?

Fucking a colleague at a party.

And you? Do it often?

Sure, every day.

Sorry.

No problem, Marin. Stop sulking.

Why choose me?

Why not? You're super. You're OK.

Why spoil everything because of one...

What? Come on, say it.

One what?

An error? A one night stand?

- Why, you want more? - Is it a problem?

No problem.

But the party is over. We are on duty now.

- That's it? - That's it.

Look.

It's Lazar.

Oh, great!

He's dead.

What a mess.

Heroin addicts don't last.

Yeah, but why does it have to be us?

At least he's at peace now.

Last time we took him, he was OK.

- Well, he's not OK now. - No.

I've had it with this job.

What now?

Do we call the other cops? You can fuck them too.

- Why, you wanna watch? - I love watching.

Marin stop! I don't wanna spend the night here.

And the paperwork! I have to be at the hospital early in the morning.

- Relax. - Don't tell me to relax.

Something important may be happening elsewhere,

while we're wasting our time here.

Pipe down.

All for this shithead junkie,

who found no better place to snuff it.

- I have an idea. - Dead loser!

Idea?

- The tracks. - What about them?

You don't get it? The railroad!

If you're OK with it, I am too.

As you said: something important may be happening somewhere.

Honestly, you're so hot in these pants!

Marin, you're totally crazy.

Are you on duty for the protest march tomorrow?

Yes. I don't have a choice.

You told Petrov that Maria is in the hospital?

I sure did.

And he said:

"It's your problem." Motherfucker.

I'll get him.

- He said that? - Yes.

Son of a bitch.

Listen. If you want, I can take your shift tomorrow.

I'll speak to Petrov.

- You're not on duty? - Strangely, no.

Must be a mistake.

You're sure you wanna do this? It may get ugly there.

I can imagine.

They'd better blow up the fucking monument

and be done with it, if you ask me.

I'll talk to Petrov.

- I'll owe you one. - I know.

Hello.

Yes.

Are you drunk?

Every day, the same story.

You're being ridiculous. Seriously.

Right now?

Not a good time.

No, I don't get it.

This is absurd.

Kosio, listen to me.

Get some sleep. Sober up.

She's OK. She's at the hospital, but she's OK.

No, I can't come home. I won't come home.

I'm at work. No, not with another man. At work!

Shithead.

What?

Nothing.

Weren't you separated?

Huh?

Yes, we're separated.

Why, are you jealous?

What if I was?

It's a free country, isn't it?

OK then, be jealous.

- Why is he calling you at this hour? - He's drunk.

He's been drinking like a fish for a year now.

- Block his calls then. - I will.

- Are you crazy, Marin?! - Easy.

I am getting a divorce. I don't need a new relationship right now.

- OK, no big deal. - Pick him up, before I lose it.

Easy does it.

All is clear.

31 to Dispatch.

Come in, 31.

The body isn't in our district. Nothing we can do.

They said he was.

Yes. But no, he isn't.

- He belongs to the Fifth. - OK, I'll tell them.

- Again? - Yes. No more gas.

Fuck them, son of a bitch.

- How much was there? - Obviously not enough!

Those stupid quotas!

Come on, get off.

What?

We'll push it to the gas station.

Son of a bitch.

Come on.

No more gas? Need some help?

Fucking suckers!

Loser cops!

Come on, Vasil. We don't have all night.

Fucking bastards!

Total bullshit.

Whatever, just push.

Why don't we harness this fat ass to pull the car?

We can't.

Ridiculous.

What?

Everything.

First, we save this idiot.

What are you looking at?

And he sits there like a prince, while we push the car.

What are you doing?

Hold the car!

We can't, this is evidence.

Evidence my ass.

Listen.

Don't use it all. Leave one liter for evidence.

Go on. Put some more.

They removed the IV?

Bravo. You're feeling better, right?

No, it's not over yet.

Just one more day, you'll be fine.

And get off the phone already.

I don't care.

You need sleep.

Yes.

What? Bananas?

OK. I'll get you some bananas tomorrow morning.

Maria... Go to sleep now. Bye.

Marin...

It's not that I don't like you,

but... the other night, it wasn't...

What? It was, or it wasn't?

It was.

But this is not the right time.

OK.

How is Maria?

Better. She wants to go home, but she's still weak.

How much longer?

Another day, if she's OK by then.

She'll be OK, you'll see.

I had my appendix removed. It's not that dramatic.

Not that dramatic?

200 for the surgeon, 100 for the doctor, 50 for the nurses.

- You know what the anesthetist said? - What?

Anesthesia is free. You pay for the waking up.

- He really said that? - Word for word.

- Fucking comedian! - Right.

Very funny.

If you need some money, let me know.

I'll manage, thanks.

Listen, don't worry about tomorrow.

I'll speak to Petrov.

- I appreciate this. - I know.

I really do.

Watch it!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Calm down.

What's wrong with you?!

- Sorry. - You almost died just now!

- Sorry, I didn't look. - Easy now. You alright?

- Why out so late? - I was at practice.

What practice at this hour?

- Chess. - Bravo.

Healthy sport. But you must be careful crossing the street.

And you must not go out alone.

Yes, I know it's late, but my mom is still at work.

- What's her job? - Tram driver.

- And dad? - He doesn't live with us.

OK, don't worry.

I'm really sorry.

Tell me, you were thinking about a girl, is that it?

- It's a girl, right? - No, not at all.

I made a bad move, and...

- Move? Oh, in chess. - Yes.

It's OK, don't worry about it.

- Leave him alone. - Come on, we'll take you home.

Get in the car.

There's no need. I live over there.

- There? - Yes.

OK. Cross the street carefully and go straight home. Agreed?

- Yes. - I'm watching you.

Thank you.

Well, well.

The little chess nerd.

Hey Goshko. Everything cool?

How's your game?

Where are your loser friends? Fondling their "pawns"?

- I'm going home. - "Going home."

Nerd.

The Chinese Wall has fallen. We need money to celebrate.

- The Berlin Wall! - Shut up.

- The money. - I don't have any.

Empty your pockets.

Leave me alone!

We'll just call your mom for a blow job in her tram.

Give me my phone back!

What's the matter?

- Can't call mommy for help anymore? - You gonna cry?

At least my mother is here.

Not like yours, giving blowjobs in Italy,

so they don't have to look at your stupid faces.

What is it? Where do you think you're going?

- Did you say something about my mom? - No, no...

- Blowjobs? - Leave him alone!

Fuck off, you!

- Blowjobs, huh? - No! No!

How about giving me one?

Goshko.

This street is closed for you.

You'll walk around the neighborhood to get home.

...30 years since the fall of Communism in Bulgaria.

How did our lives change? What was the most memorable event for you?

Call in to tell us your story

during our special show celebrating November 10th,

tomorrow on channel 4.

And now a special song, just for you.

If you win, you'll be paid in Rubles.

Very funny.

Nothing.

Mercury Retrograde.

Probably.

Wow, 2 Lev!

Let me see.

So coffee is on you.

Let me collect my winnings first.

Putin didn't pay you? You're working for free?

Who pays you? The European Commission or the clown with the wig?

"Trumpette�.

Dispatch to 48.

48 here.

Bakarena Fabrika cemetery. Go have a look.

Nothing more specific?

Someone reported suspicious activity there.

No other information.

OK. We're on it.

Great, the cemetery.

Tonight we're on dead people duty.

You're on duty tomorrow?

Do I have a choice? And you?

Yeah, me too.

Why don't they give up already? Protesting over a dumb memorial.

- There was a brawl yesterday. - I know.

They sprayed paint on other monuments.

They protest...

Losers protest. We're not protesting, are we?

I am against the Red Army memorial. They invaded us.

Against...

What did Bulgaria achieve in 30 years?

- A lot. - What?

We became civilized, a part of the EU, of NATO.

- What part? - A part!

A periphery of the periphery.

Just because we are Orthodox.

Better in Europe than in the Eurasian Union.

Fucking European Union! It's falling apart.

Soon we'll be the only member left.

Why?

We'll be the only ones who can't meet the requirements for leaving.

We're that bad.

And thanks to who? The Commies and the Russians!

- I knew you'd say that. - Everything is their fault.

If it wasn't for them, we'd be making 5000 Euros a month.

Who freed us from the Turks?

Yeah, to shove Communism up our ass.

- And the worst in Communism... - What?

- is the democracy that follows. - I'll ask for another partner!

Yeah, yeah, keep repeating that.

It's pitch dark in here.

Dark and eerily quiet.

You know the name of this street, by the cemetery?

No.

Silence street.

What idiot comes up with such names?

I lived in Class Struggle street, now called European Way.

But nothing has changed.

And here we go again!

So?

He's out for the night.

Hugging his bottle...

Did you see this?

Shit.

Fucking assholes.

"FUCK"

Fucking brats!

Marin, come on, don't waste your time on them.

Do you hear me?

They run fast, these fuckers.

Forget it. Let's go.

Fat stupid cop! We fuck your slut wife!

Come give me a blow job, you fat fucking pig!

See this?

"FUCK" who?

The football team? Who?

The Communists? The Americans? The Russians?

Isn't it obvious? Us, the cops.

- What? - Fuck us, Marin, the cops.

- You're so smart. - Yeah, I know.

Motherfuckers.

Come on, we're out of here.

Shit.

They're not worth it.

Fuck this.

- Lower the torch. - Can't you wait a second?

I bought them yesterday!

From Germany. On the Internet. 30 Euros I paid!

You stepped on a turd?

Fuck, new boots. No, it's not shit.

Sure looks like shit.

No, it doesn't stink.

Fuck it all, I've had it!

- What? - What! What!

I buy this, I buy that, I buy a belt, a torch,

I buy the pants... Now my boots are fucked!

- Calm down, Marin. - How can I calm down?

How can I?

Why don't I also pay the fucking electricity bill for the precinct?

Fuck them all!

- Buy some toilet paper. - What?

- Toilet paper for the precinct. - Fuck off.

Dispatch to 31.

31 here. Where's the fire?

An old man with Alzheimer's went missing

from the old people's home on 111 Oborishte street.

He's probably still in the area of the home.

He's 78 years old, disoriented. The name is Rumen Gaytandjiev.

He is dressed in pajamas.

Shouldn't be hard to identify.

Very funny. We'll be on the lookout.

What is it?

- No, no, straight ahead. - Why?

Just drive.

Where are we headed?

Just drive, please.

But where are we going?

I'll tell you later.

- You're doing it on purpose? - What?

Ignoring me.

It's not about you. Just drive.

I am driving.

Please tell me where we're headed.

To check if he hasn't gone home.

Who?

Gaytandjiev.

He was my high school teacher.

He taught literature and coached the boxing team.

Why not tell me right away?

Turn left on Ivan Asen street.

Where exactly?

There.

Turn left here.

- Now what? - Straight ahead.

- Just drive straight ahead! - Stop shouting.

- Now what? - Stop there.

By the garbage bin.

OK, I got it.

Slow down, will you?

Which floor?

At least we know he's not at home.

I have another idea. There's this place...

Could you please finish your sentences?

48 to Dispatch.

Dispatch here. Come in 48.

Not a living soul here.

Not a living soul in the cemetery?

You're a born comedian, man.

A genius. Not a living soul in the cemetery!

Fuck off, you jerk!

What now?

How did you come up with that?

What a jerk!

Enough now. Let me tell you the joke.

Hush! Turn it off!

No one move!

One step and I'll shoot!

What are you doing here?

- Desecrating gravestones? - What the fuck are you doing?

Speak, Gypsy!

They are stealing the letters.

Why? Why, asshole?

Speak! Stealing the metal for scrap?

This could be my mother's grave. I'll kill you!

Now you're fucked!

- No, don't... - Shut up!

- It's our first time. - We swear!

Shut up! Silence!

Speak only when asked!

- Is it clear? - Yes.

Fuck it, I'll kill them!

- We're bringing them in. - No way!

They'll be out tomorrow. Look what they've done!

Wait a minute. Let me see your IDs.

Your IDs!

- I forgot it. - I lost it.

Mine is being reissued.

Don't hit, boss.

Your IDs, Now!

- Rocky?

- Rambo?! - Me.

- And you're Sylvester. - Yes.

- Sylvester Akaciev? - Yes.

Rocky, Rambo and Sylvester?

Are you brothers or something?

No. We two are from the Burgudji. The boy here is with the Yerli.

I don't give a shit!

I'm gonna kill you all.

Come on, line up.

- Don't, boss. - We won't do it again!

My wife doesn't know I'm here.

I don't give a shit! Come on, move!

- Wait a minute. - What?

We have an important job tonight.

- So we let them go? - I have a better idea.

We won't bring you in. How cool is that?

- Health and good fortune, boss! - God bless you!

Shut up.

Shut it.

Right.

Are you listening?

I want you to restore the gravestones as they were. Is it clear?

Clear?

You will glue them, cement them, whatever it takes.

Count on us boss! We're on it!

Stay here till you finish.

Yes boss, on the holy cross!

Why don't I believe you?

We swear on our lives, boss!

As a guarantee, I'll keep your IDs.

No, No. it's not enough. Give us your phones too!

Don't just stand there, give me your phones!

Move it.

We don't have all night.

We'll be back in the morning. If the letters are back,

you'll get your IDs and your phones. Got it?

- Yes. - Get to work.

We're fucked!

Fucking cops!

- They are the real Gypsies. - Shut up and get to work.

- You start. - I can't read.

Me neither.

Can you read?

Now we are really fucked!

This is my letter.

The only one I know.

- What is this place? - This was the Rex Cinema.

It's open.

We had some of our classes here with him.

He used to take us all to the movies.

Were you close?

If it wasn't for him I would probably be in prison.

Wait.

Yes.

I can't talk now, I'm at work.

Yes.

Yes. That's it. The end.

What part don't you understand?

There's only one meaning for "the end".

Yes.

Yes, that's all.

Sorry.

Your business.

Marin.

Mr Gaytandjiev,

how are you?

I am...

Marin.

Class of 1997. Do you remember me?

Marin?

The Hook.

14 knockouts in a row.

They wanted to expel me.

I used to come to your home.

- Marin? - Yes?

Marin...

Where is Slavi?

When will the film start?

There will be no film today, Mr Gaytandjiev.

The projectionist is sick.

You will catch a cold here.

Come on, let's go out.

Let's go for a walk together.

Let me help you. Easy now.

Slavi.

Easy does it.

This is Elena. She is with us.

Elena, please.

- Who is Slavi? - His son.

Where is he?

I don't know. Disappeared 15 years ago.

I heard he's in prison in Norway.

And his wife?

She died when we were in school.

Watch for the step.

There you go.

- Any other relatives? - No.

Watch the stairs. Easy does it.

He's shivering.

- Bad luck today... - Here.

With the projectionist getting sick.

Today of all days.

We were pretty close.

Inseparable.

We were either at his place, or going out together.

And then, he stopped recognizing me.

- You know what happened once? - What?

They caught him stealing shoes in a second hand shop.

My God.

Obviously, the staff called the cops.

Obviously.

Good thing I was on duty.

I paid for the shoes and took him home.

Two years ago, he disappeared.

Where?

I went to his place, I rang and rang.

Nothing.

I checked the police computer. Nothing.

I thought he was dead.

How could I imagine that the social workers took him?

Slavi...

Are you married?

Not yet.

She's pretty.

Elena? Yes, not bad.

Take her to the cinema.

As soon as the projectionist gets better.

In 9th grade,

I was up to my neck in shit.

Drugs, stealing...

Bravo.

They caught me stealing in a pharmacy once.

Without him,

I would have been sent to juvenile prison.

And you know where that leads.

He vouched for me and took me to his home.

Thank God.

And he managed to get me into the sports school.

Made me practice like crazy.

And he managed to beat the bullshit out of my head.

- He made a man out of you. - No.

A boxing champion. Regional.

There aren't many people like him.

He was the best.

And look at him now.

You can't help him.

November 10, 30 years later.

While Berlin is commemorating the fall of the wall,

in Sofia we expect tomorrow protests for and against

the demolition of the Red Army memorial.

In the meanwhile,

two other monuments in Sofia were vandalized.

Are we subject to surges of division over the last 30 years?

Yes, but the debate is losing its sense,

while the nation is losing the focus as well as its heritage.

The Bulgarian society suffers

from lack of perspective, dissension and a certain sort of Alzheimer's.

Whether we like our past or not, trying to erase it

may lead to simply reproducing it.

What will change by removing a memorial? Will our lives improve?

We have to ask ourselves: What will finally unite us?

Where are our values and our dignity?

Here he is.

This was the best song!

We have a body. Congratulations.

We are fucked.

Lazar.

Lazar, oh Lazar. I was hoping you'd make it.

Couldn't he croak on the other side?

I'll call the coroner.

Wait.

What?

If you call now, we'll be here all night.

With the coroner, homicide and all that,

we're here for the night.

- So? - I'd rather not.

Tough luck.

Not to mention the paperwork.

So what?

It's not worth it.

This junkie was going to end up like this anyway.

So what?! We can't leave him here.

- There's a solution. - Which is?

What?

- The tracks. - What about them?

They delimit our sector, don't they?

So?

If he's on the other side, he's no longer our problem.

But he's on our side of the tracks. End of story.

Sergeant, no one else knows that.

No.

The colleagues will take care of him.

No.

- They will do it. - It's wrong.

Come on, man! Please.

No way.

- He could have died there. - But he did it here.

Just imagine that he died a few meters further away.

Imagine? He's right here, isn't he?

- Come on... - No!

- Come on, 2 meters... - No! No!

- Come on, Todor. - No!

- Please, sergeant. - Which part of "no" don't you get?

Come on, show your human side.

No is no. There's no way I will do it.

I'm calling the coroner and that's it.

It's my birthday.

And you are ruining it.

Pretty please.

Turn off the headlights.

- How... - Wait!

How did I let you convince me?

- Ready? - Yes, and you?

Let's go.

Don't worry.

Don't worry?!

I will buy you a drink for my birthday.

Well... I haven't bought you a present.

Why?

I've picked it, but I haven't bought it.

- Really? - It's a surprise.

There. He's not our problem anymore.

What are you doing there?

Taking a leak.

It's forbidden to piss here!

Fuck off!

Don't you have bigger problems than me taking a leak?

Beat it, or we'll take you to piss at the precinct shithole!

Let me at least zip up.

You are hindering a police operation!

- Fuck off! - Get back! And faster than that!

- Fuck this country. - Move!

What are you looking at?

See the risk we took?

Hello.

Hello.

We found him.

- Who? - Rumen Gaytandjiev.

He might be from the other wing. Wait here, please.

Give me a cigarette.

- Didn't you quit? - Just give me a cigarette.

- What's going on? - They are tied like animals.

We can't leave him here.

- What? - We'll take him home.

- Where is home? - I'll just give him some time.

No way.

You don't know how it is in there.

- Bad idea. - I don't have a better one.

- I'm sorry. - I just want to give him some time.

We can't take care of him all night.

Who then?

The social workers.

Go take a look inside!

Please.

Just for a little while.

We'll bring him back.

Just for a while.

Sylvester, man!

If only Stallone knew!

I didn't believe my ears.

Same here. Rocky, Rambo and Sylvester!

But it was a good idea.

- Which one? - Make them put back the letters.

Wasn't it?

A true European attitude.

Liberal!

- You'd send them to labor camp? - You bet!

Desecrating gravestones? Straight to labor camp!

What's this?

One of their phones.

Answer it. Come on, answer.

Rambo? Rambo? Where are you, you dumb-ass?

If you're drunk again don't bother to come home.

Do you get me?

Do you understand?

Are you with your slut?

You're with that slut again? Hello?!

I'm putting back letters.

Rambo? Who is this?

Who is this?!

- Let me tell you the joke. - Enough already!

- Come on! - OK, go ahead.

Do you remember the Balkan scooters? The ugly and shitty ones?

Yes.

The factory was built by your Russian friends.

- Here we go again... - Near Lovech.

After November 10th, the Japanese buy the factory.

They decide to build there their Japanese motor bikes.

The best in the world.

They recalibrate the machines, start production,

but what comes out? Balkan scooters!

Stupefied, the Japanese gather the board of directors and decide

to replace all the machines by Japanese ones.

They replace the machines, start production

and out come Balkan scooters again!

- Yeah, I remember those scooters. - Just listen.

The directors meet again and decide to bring in Japanese workers.

Japanese machines and Japanese workers will produce Japanese bikes, no?

No! More Balkan scooters come out.

From afar, the ex-manager and the ex-designer of the Balkans

watch all that with binoculars.

The ex-designer says: "I told you, boss."

"It's not our fault. This place is cursed."

This is a joke, right?

No! It's a fable.

It sounds so real!

Like the absolute truth.

- Well? - Allie fine, Ivo.

We'll see about that. What do we have tonight?

Afghans. And two from Iraq.

All right.

Drive fast and don't stop anywhere. Got it?

- Yes. - No matter what happens in the back!

Got it.

Good. My partner will go with you.

I will escort you to the city limit. Then you'll continue to the border.

Don't stop no matter what. Got it?

Got it.

You'll be met at the border. You'd better be on time.

- Got it? - Got it.

You'd better not screw up.

I won't.

Give me the water.

Wait! How much is it?

It's not enough. Pay up.

Come on, cough it up!

Give me something. Do you have a phone?

Fucking smart ass. Get in!

- There's no place - What?

- No place. - What?! Get in there!

Are you a sheikh or something?

Pretentious bastard.

- We should have left him here. - Let him go.

Make him drive as fast as he can.

- OK. - Everything will be fine.

Ivo, tomorrow we'll go to check the tombstones.

Sure.

Hi, boss.

No problems here.

Yeah, sure.

There will be enough for whiskey too.

OK. We're on our way. Bye.

Just a little bit more. Let's take a break.

Wait, wait.

Marin, he has soiled himself.

- I know. - Wait a minute.

He has a diaper, it's OK.

I will change him upstairs. I'll see what I find.

- Hold him please. - I am.

- I don't know why I'm helping you. - Because you like me.

- You learned this at sports school? - This and more.

One more step.

- Are you OK? - Yes.

Come on. We made it.

All right? Let's close the door now.

You're home now.

Here we are.

Easy does it. You are home.

Marin, don't put him on the sofa. Hold him up.

I'll try to find something.

You are home now.

You taught me literature here. Do you remember?

There was a cabinet with our textbooks here. Where is it?

There was a big globe on it. Do you remember?

Then you invited me to live here.

I slept in the next room.

Remember how I used to laugh at your checkered sheets?

Without you, I was a goner.

OK.

I found some stuff.

Here.

Here we go.

- What are you doing? - I'm changing him. He'll be fine.

He'll be fine.

- One second. - Here we go.

There.

- Oh my! - What?

Nothing good.

- He has bedsores everywhere. - Really?

Yes. It's horrible.

No one has taken care of him.

Easy now.

Almost done.

Just a second. Easy now.

- Hurry up. - Yes. Hold it.

- Elena, hurry up please. - Move, you're in my way...

That's better.

Easy now.

- Are we done? - Yes.

It's over.

Let's sit down now.

Easy does it...

I'm holding you. Just take it easy.

Here's some water.

Drink.

That's it. Some more...

Bravo.

Marin,

you can't help him.

Nobody deserves this. Nobody!

I know.

What did he do to deserve this?

What did he do?

I am going to burn that place down. I'll destroy them!

- Marin. - I'll destroy them!

Marin. He's gone. Don't you get it? Gone.

Leave me alone for a bit.

- Please. - We can't stay.

Elena.

- We're on duty. - Just for a moment.

10 minutes.

We are home now.

We are home.

Everything will be fine.

Slavi...

No more.

No more, please.

There is no point.

No more.

Slavi,

are you all right?

Take care of yourself.

Take care, my son.

Please.

OK, dad.

Easy now. Easy, dad.

Everything will be fine. Relax now.

Relax. Get some sleep, dad.

Sleep now.

Everything will be fine.

I'm here now.

Marin.

Easy, Marin.

Easy, easy. Pull yourself together.

Pull yourself together.

Come on.

Where is Gaytandjiev?

Where is Gaytandjiev?

What have you done?

What have you done?!

I can't believe it!

I can't believe it! You bastard! I can't believe it!

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are? You think you're God?!

You dumb cop!

That's it! That's it!

That's it! I'm not covering for you anymore.

Do you get it? You're on your own.

No!

Come on.

Hurry, hurry!

Thanks, bye.

I'd have bought you a beer,

but I'd rather avoid the lecture.

"No beer, we're on duty."

Happy 30th birthday!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

I look at you and I wonder.

What about?

What are you doing here?

Meaning?

I have a friend, who emigrated a long time ago.

One day I asked him:

Tell me. When things in Bulgaria get better,

when we're not so poor anymore,

will you come back?

- Guess what he said. - What?

"Todor, you've got it all wrong."

I asked what he meant. He said:

"We're not fleeing poverty."

"We're fleeing you - those who stayed."

Got it?

Not really.

What didn't you get?

Yeah, yeah,

we're poor.

So what?

So what...

We are free to do whatever we like. Whatever we want.

Whatever we want... If you're poor, you're not free.

Are you? You're not free.

And we are not just poor.

We are dumb too.

But you're a good boy.

Don't laugh. I wonder why you're still here.

Run away. Run while you're still young.

Not like me...

No, sergeant.

I like it here.

Like it here?!

Dispatch to 44.

Come in Dispatch.

Beaten up and unconscious kid.

11 Benkovski Street. You are the closest.

Roger. We're on our way.

Did you send an ambulance?

Ambulance on its way.

OK, we're on it.

- Benkovski is the next one. - Where are the small numbers?

Next one.

Next one on your left.

Here it is.

Hurry! He's gonna die!

Where is the ambulance? I called 112 for an ambulance.

Good evening. Did you call?

Yes! He's gonna die! I don't know what to do.

I found him here and I called 112.

- Did you see the attackers? - I didn't.

Vasko, don't touch him.

- He can't breath. - Check with the ambulance.

Can't you help him? Where's the ambulance?

Move away, sir!

- Where's the ambulance? - 112 fucked up.

Move away, sir. We got this. You're in the way.

The ambulance?

- Varna. - Where?!

Same address, in Varna! 112 messed up.

- Did they send another? - They're all busy.

The kid is dying!

What do you want me to do?

Let's get him in the car.

We can't touch him without a doctor.

We leave him to die?

We have to wait for the ambulance.

- Bullshit! - It's not bullshit, it's the rules!

- We're taking him. - We can't move him!

It's on me!

- You can't afford this. - He's dying!

What if he croaks in the car?

What?

You'll burn! And I'll burn with you!

I don't care!

You little fucker! Don't touch him!

Will you help me or what?

Decide now!

Wait, wait. Easy now, easy.

Hold him.

- Easy. - Come on.

I got him, open the door. Open it!

Help me hold him!

There we go.

A little bit more. That's it.

It's OK, you'll make it.

Breathe, son. There you go.

Breathe now. Breathe, son.

44 to Dispatch.

Come in 44. What's up?

We're bringing the kid to the ER. Call them.

You didn't wait for the ambulance?

It went to Varna, damn it! I had to wait?!

Breathe, son.

Don't you die on me! Don't you dare!

You haven't lived yet.

Dying...

Not today. Just breathe!

Breathe. Breathe.

You'll be fine. Breathe.

You'll be fine.

Soon we will be at the hospital. We're almost there.

Come on, boy.

Easy.

44, the ER is ready for you.

Breathe, breathe.

Good evening. Officer Elena Geleva, 3rd Precinct.

Driver's license, car registration and ID please.

Here.

Turn down the music please.

Stop the engine and put the key on the dashboard.

You know who I am. Take the money and go.

Stop the engine and put the key on the dashboard.

Call Ventsi.

Officer Elena Geleva, 3rd Precinct.

Hello, Ventsi...

Driver's license, car registration and ID please.

Get back to your car.

Your documents, Sir!

Leave me alone. Beat it!

Get out of the car!

Stop yelling and beat it.

Get out!

Give me back my keys.

Get out of the car. Now!

I'll fucking destroy you!

You should answer your phone. It's your boss.

This is your last warning.

Get out of the car.

Or I'll arrest you.

"Resisting a police officer during the performance of his duty."

I wrote this law! Fuck off.

Or I'll fuck you right here, on the hood of the car.

Fuck me, huh?

Leave him alone, you whore!

Stop right now!

You are fucked now, you slut!

Go back in the car.

Motherfucking bitch!

You're jobless as of tomorrow!

The other hand.

You'll be begging in the subway, you bitch.

Is this in your law?

Answer me.

Is this in your law?

Answer me!

Yes?

If you want to keep your job,

you'll come every day to my office

to give me a blow job.

Whores in uniform turn me on.

You can watch if you like.

Fasten your seat belt.

Can you believe how he crashed into us?

Yeah, didn't even slow down.

- Daddy! - Why aren't you in bed?

- I was waiting for you. - Yeah, right.

- You were waiting for your gift. - Yes. Where is it?

A kiss, first.

Happy birthday, son!

When mom wakes up, you'll kiss her and then you'll get it.

OK, OK.

You know the rules.

Yeah, yeah.

- Good morning, Bulgaria. - Today we celebrate

30 years since the fall of Communism.

A large crowd is expected today in the streets of Sofia.

Protesters and counter protesters will march

to defend their positions regarding the project to demolish

the Red Army memorial.

A heated debate, still not resolved.

The police will deploy considerable troops

to guarantee public order in our capital,

reinforced by troops from the provinces.

Certain streets will be closed to traffic.

A minute ago we received a breaking news bulletin.

A tragedy on the road.

Around 5 AM, an accident near Dragoman

turned into real catastrophe.

A van full of migrants crashed due to speeding.

Seven are dead, including the driver and a Sofia policeman

who was sitting next to the driver.

Eight injured migrants, three in critical state,

are on their way to Sofia hospital,

where we've dispatched our reporters.

Mom's awake!

This is not the first catastrophe involving migrants,

but the surprising element here is the policeman,

obviously involved in human trafficking.

An investigation is under way.

Good morning.

You brought the boy that was beaten up?

Yes.

You saved his life. It was a matter of minutes.

Good job.

Let's go.

Dispatch to 44.

44 here. We just went off duty.

You need to come to the precinct right away.

You broke the rules. The boss is waiting for your report.

He had it in his hand.

Bring it to him tomorrow.

You'll make him happy.