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Second floor, apartment no. 7.

- Hello. - Hello.

- For you. I hope you like them. - Thank you very much!

Come in!

I bought them fairly close, at Sudului market.

There seem to be florists everywhere around here.

That's true.

I come from Brâncoveaunu…

Perhaps I should have bought a larger bouquet…

I picked a medium sized one with irises and freesias…

- Please, do come in. - Thank you so much!

I don't know if you have received my Covid questionnaire.

I sent it to you by e-mail, on Yahoo,

I use Gmail and…

- Did you get it? - Yes.

I thought maybe you didn't get it,

I wasn't quite sure, so just to be on the safe side,

I also printed one.

I printed it out earlier and I put it in my bag

now that I think about it, there might be another problem,

one of my colleagues will drop by later,

I don't know when, because I forgot…

I forgot my card at the office, and I don't want to go back today.

- I thought that maybe… - That's where I sit…

- Oh, sorry! - You sit here, on the Poltrona Frau.

Well, it's not an original, it's just a copy.

My husband and I bought it three years ago,

actually four years ago, from Nessebar.

I assure you that it's identical to the original.

Oh, well…

I simply wanted to offer my client the greatest amount of comfort,

so I decided to give up the PF. That's what I call it.

It's quite large…

After all, one doesn't know in advance how…

who the potential clients might be who will… enter the office.

It's a shame!

This whole thing about genetically modified products.

Let me tell you something confidential.

This week alone I've had six overweight clients.

Women.

Six out of forty-two.

Just so you can get an idea.

And I was worried you'd only do online sessions.

I only do it online, but…

here I only meet the clients who are recommended.

Like you.

It was Cezi who recommended you, wasn't it?

- Cezara Postelnicu. - Ah yes, Cezara Postelnicu.

Actually, it was Mihai, Mrs Postelnicu's husband.

My husband works with her husband at Romatsa.

The romance…

Well, for our first appointment I would like to…

fill in a short questionnaire.

- All right? - Yes.

First, can I ask you, how do you feel about wearing a mask?

I have a deviated septum and breathing is hard for me.

The mask makes it more difficult, but I understand the rules of…

Don't keep it on my account, I'm very much OK with removing it.

- Can we continue without masks? - If you prefer, yes.

- You don't mind? - No, not at all.

- So we remove it? - Yes.

I can't wear my glasses when I have my mask on, they fog up…

- That's much better, isn't it? - Yes.

Right.

- Thank you. - There you go.

I'll get you a BIC pen.

They are the most reliable pens out there.

- I could also give you a gel pen. - No, this one works just fine.

As you wish, but…

I insist… that BIC are the very best pens.

I only have a green gel pen.

It's OK, the BIC will be fine.

Are you sure?

Very well.

It makes no difference to me, you can use whatever pen you like.

In fact, I would like you to tell me…

For God's sake!

I'll give you this BIC pen, as well as the gel one.

And you keep it… over here, by your side, and…

If you feel like switching, you can switch.

But you'll have it just in case.

Great.

- So, shall we start? - Of course.

Here we have a series of questions

you need to answer by using a 1 to 5 scale as follows:

5 means "all the time".

4 "frequently",

3 "moderately"…

By the way…

this is logical since 3 is halfway between 1 and 5.

2 "a little" and 1 "not at all".

Let's read together.

"We have here a series of thoughts

that go through people's heads.

I would like you to think…"

I'll make a small detour:

I want you to understand that, since you have walked in here,

our relationship will be based on trust and mutual respect.

I would therefore like us to be on first-name basis.

Let's talk to each other less formally. Do you agree?

Sure, that would be great

because you remind me of a very good friend of my sister's.

- Glad to hear it. - From Oravița, Lucy.

- Or… what? - Oravița.

Oravița.

Lucy.

Right.

- Shall we start? - Of course.

"I feel like I'm standing against the whole world".

How would you assess that?

Where would you place this thought on the scale we've discussed?

5, 4, 3, 2, 1?

I haven't quite understood the question…

I don't feel like I'm against the whole world.

And I don't even know what "the world" is supposed to mean,

because I haven't travelled much.

Neither alone, nor with my husband or my family.

We've always spent our holidays by the Black Sea, in Mamaia.

Occasionally, at the spa in Herculane, Govora, Olănești.

But if you ask me what kind of people I detest,

then I can safely tell you:

the Dutch, the Danes, the Swedes.

All the fair-skinned, blond and blue-eyed.

Why is that? Because ever since I started working in 2005,

I've only had white-skinned bosses with blue,

green or brown eyes.

- It doesn't mean they were Scandinavian. - Yes, it does!

Either Dutch, Danish or Swedish.

Jansen, Nelson, Linderot,

Dick, Fleming, Ingemar.

Oh, right, Chinese too. Christen Ho.

A Chinese woman…

She had a Chinese mother, but her father was Dutch.

So if we were to assign a score, what would it be?

Wait, I'm not done!

To be honest, I've never felt like I'm against the whole world.

I would rather say that the world is against me.

Maybe not everyone… like I said,

I've only travelled around Romania.

All Romanians… ok, not all of them, I also have some gay friends,

but some people did try to hurt me my whole life.

So… I would give it a 5, but I don't want to overdo it.

You have the obligation and the duty to your own conscience

to evaluate this thought exactly as you see fit.

I can't influence you,

but as a specialist,

I have to answer to my own conscience.

Then, I'll stick with 5.

- 5. - Next.

"I'm completely useless".

Now you've got me!

I never thought of myself as good for nothing.

I always believed I was the best.

In everything!

I only need to set my mind on something

and I get it, it's that simple, I am Nadia, I am…

Esca, Halep…

Bianca Drăgușanu!

It's true, sometimes I do feel that I am good for nothing,

it's just a thought that crosses my mind, but…

I run from it as fast as I can.

I would give a 2 to thought number 2.

2…

Ioana and…?

Macri Ioana Elisabeta.

- Shall we move on? - Of course.

- "Why can't I ever succeed?" - That's a 1!

- 1? - Definitely 1!

Didn't I tell you I always succeed?

I just don't set myself a goal, because if I do… I'm Nadia!

Saltimbocca a la Romana.

It came out perfectly!

I didn't even know what it was. And I don't speak Italian.

I found a recipe, and I thought I'd give it a try!

I succeeded on my first try!

I couldn't find any sage, but I used rosemary.

Perfect!

It's true that some things require more time, more commitment.

I always dreamed of doing synchronized swimming.

I never liked gymnastics, it seemed too silly, too basic.

I couldn't do the splits, but I decided to give it a try.

And after practicing for about a month, I succeeded.

Yes…

My folks couldn't afford to pay for swimming lessons at Dinamo.

But I trained on my own.

With no water, on my balcony.

I had a mattress,

and I did all those synchronized swimming exercises.

Do you understand?

If my parents had had the money

for my swimming lessons, I would have been a champion!

I understand.

So 1.

Next: "Why can't I ever succeed?"

I said 1. Moving on?

Sorry.

Right.

"Nobody understands me".

That is true.

Especially Doru! My mother's second husband.

He was against my decision to attend the Art School.

You know what I thought there?

That he was against you attending synchronized swimming.

That too.

He was against my swimming, my Art School,

my emigration to Canada, this, and that, and the other.

When I set my mind on something,

there's always someone trying to stop me.

It's not because they want to hurt me, I believe it's not that,

but no one listens to me, no one understands me.

So what score?

A 5.

5.

A 5 because, I don't know…

sometimes I feel like… I speak another language.

Esperanto, it's as if I speak Esperanto.

But do you understand me? Do I sound incoherent?

- No, I understand you perfectly. - Thank God!

Being misunderstood happens to all of us.

That's good to know.

What is your place of birth?

Onești, Bacău County.

Let's move on to the next one.

- Of course. - "I have disappointed people".

I have disappointed people…

I have disappointed people?

Wait…

I have disappointed people or have they disappointed me?

Oh, that's rich! That's why I'm here,

because people have been disappointing me.

Always!

Hasn't Cezi told you?

No, tell me what? I don't discuss my clients with other people.

I wasn't talking about your work ethic,

I thought she'd have told you as she's always chiding me,

she says: "Stop taking everything to heart!"

"You'll end up with myocarditis or a heart attack".

And it is so true! 5 plus.

I mean, it's not like…

just a feeling I have, it's an objective thought -

people have disappointed, are disappointing

and will keep disappointing me, so 5 plus.

I understand, but the statement is: "I have disappointed people".

What people?

I'm only reading what it says here: "I have disappointed people".

And if you say 5, it means that you think about it all the time.

Oh, how silly of me. I am really very stupid!

1! I almost screwed up big time! I'll say 1 here, for sure.

Next: "I don't think I can take it anymore".

With the questionnaire?

- No, that's the next statement. - How many questions, 12?

- Good God, 30! - 12 on this page.

Ok, I've decided to go on, because…

Cezi paid for this session and I don't want to let her down.

We'll go on, no doubt about it, we'll go all the way.

We'll move on.

I couldn't say I can't take it anymore, because I am going to.

So I would say 1, "not at all".

Not with the session, with life.

Of course I'll go on, I'm following my path, aren't I?

Like I said, I'm a winner.

And if I started this way, I will finish it this way.

I'm thinking of writing an autobiography,

I've had a very exciting life.

I was thinking about the title…

"My life in a thousand words".

Something like that.

Or maybe a book of poems, we'll see.

So what score?

It's a 1, "not at all".

"I wish I were a better person".

I agree.

I think that… anyone can become

a better version of themselves.

One must always aim higher.

I was a good person, a good girl,

ever since childhood, since day care,

today's kindergarten, it was an all-day care center.

I used to attend that and there were theme parties.

One of them was called "Guard your health with your teeth",

based on dental hygiene.

The teachers told me I had ticket number two

and I was supposed to learn it by heart, it was the longest.

I did great. And I carried on like that.

Excellent in kindergarten, excellent at school.

Straight 10 out of 10 in elementary school.

In secondary school, I once had a 9.98 average

because of the maths teacher, oh, well.

Straight 10 in high school as well, and the same in college.

Well, with a brief hiatus from excellence

due to clubbing, you know how it is…

So what would the score be?

I would say…

Yes, I'd like to be better.

I wish I were better.

Let's say a 3, "moderately".

Just a moment.

What am I doing?

- Hanging out in the street… - What's with that attitude?

- Why won't you answer? - I'm in a meeting…

- With whom? - With a patient.

You couldn't answer a text message?

I don't look at my phone. Calm down. What do you want?

- The house key. - What key?

Your key, yours…

I left mine at home.

Keep your voice down.

Hello! Mihai.

The brother.

My brother. Come on!

- Do you have a hundred? - What for? I have a patient…

Are you going to give it to me or not? Oana…

- Do you have more? - Go away!

I'm sorry.

No worries.

Do you want water, tea or maybe some coffee?

- No, I just need to use the restroom. - Sure.

- Where is it? - This way.

Straight ahead.

Straight on.

And then, on the left.

There.

Are you stupid or what?

Why 13th to 19th?

I told you after the 21st.

I didn't say I couldn't.

On the 21st I have a school feast.

And why should I care? It's not about that…

It has nothing to do with Teo,

I already told you

I'll be available after the 21st.

What difference does it make? I lose 100 euros, but…

Then do as you wish.

Either way, I can't come until the 21st.

Only after the school feast.

It's not my problem, I said so from the start.

Because it's not my problem.

All right.

Yes, sure…

go ahead without me.

I can't… bye.

Sorry.

Very interesting your brother, with his glasses and…

He reminds me of my uncle from Piatra Neamț.

He is a poet, he wrote a book.

- What book? - "Late Leaves"…

Alliteration.

- But I don't know if he published it. - Alli… what?

- Come again? - Alli… what?

Alliteration.

"Late Leaves".

When consonants are repeated in a phrase.

- Do you want to continue? - Of course.

"I wish I were a better person".

I believe we have already answered that before.

Question number 7.

- I didn't write down the answer. - A "moderate" 3.

- 3, moderate? - Yes.

- Sorry. - No worries.

"I am so weak".

No.

We answered that one, sorry.

No, we haven't, but I couldn't say that.

After all, we live in Bucharest,

you know what the streets are like, the traffic,

the queues for paying taxes or anything else for that matter.

People try to walk all over you, you can't afford to be weak.

Maybe in the countryside, but not here. That's what I mean.

I'm quite competitive,

I don't let anyone get the better of me, wherever I happen to be,

if I have an emergency, I take care of it.

"I'm so weak". Not at all. Never. I'll give it a 1.

"My life isn't going where I want it to".

That statement is wrong.

My life is going exactly where I want it to go,

but not when I want it to.

I set myself a deadline: having my own house before I turn 40.

We've taken out a loan to buy the house,

my husband's salary pays for it.

So I said to him: "Don't you think you should go to work abroad?"

I know they make good money on cruise ships,

or on construction sites, maybe even making boats.

But he didn't want to. So at this rate,

we'll finish paying for it when we're 45, which makes me angry.

I'd give it a 2.

"I am so disappointed with myself".

I have never disappointed anyone.

As a child, I was taught not to disappoint my parents.

I told you.

First in kindergarten,

First in school…

Not in university, because of all the clubbing, but…

then I got a job and I did very well.

I have never lied and I have never disappointed anyone.

Myself? Have I disappointed myself?

Myself. "I am so disappointed with myself".

That's impossible.

I have always taken care of myself.

Eating proper meals…

sleeping eight hours per night…

so I don't see the point of this question.

It's a 1.

"Nothing pleases me anymore".

That can't be true, because I take pleasure in many things.

Ice cream for example, I love pistachio

and salted caramel ice cream.

I buy it in Amzei Square, do you know where that is?

Yes.

There's a gelato place on the corner. So good!

- Yes, very good. - I go there every Sunday.

I think this is a 1.

RUM BABA

Is there by any chance a bowl left at your place?

I don't remember having something like that here.

I haven't used it either.

No, I don't have the box.

All right, I'll keep looking, but if you find it, call me.

Yeah, he's around, checking his smartphone.

See you soon, bye.

Apart from the bowl, is there anything else missing?

I also need that stuff for mixing the dough.

- What does it look like? - Like the regular one, but smaller.

It's like a pointy sphere.

I don't know, the normal whip is shaped like a balloon,

It's smaller and shaped like a pointy sphere.

- I don't care what shape it is. - Why ask then?

Because you didn't say it was a whip.

- Didn't I tell you what to look for? - A whip.

- That's all you had to say! - So where is it?!

Yes?

What?

There's your bowl.

- Why is it so dirty? - What's wrong with it?

- Can't you see it's dirty? - OK, I'll wash it.

- You're the one who used it. - That's what I said, I'll wash it.

Tell me if a whip from this thing got left at your place,

I can't find it here. Well, I didn't use it.

All right, bye.

Move over.

Do you know how they managed to sell more toothpaste?

They weren't selling enough,

so what did they think of to sell more?

You know the hole in the tube, right?

It's a few millimeters wide.

The marketing manager

thought of widening the hole by one millimeter.

It was too small, and too little toothpaste was coming out.

So they widened it, and, lo and behold, their sales increased.

Brilliant, right?

I don't know where it is.

I'll keep looking and I'll bring it by tomorrow.

No, I need to make the dough today.

Why not tomorrow?

I have to let it dry for two days.

I made it before, don't you remember?

- Dry, you mean rise? - You don't get it.

So I pour the dough in the molds, and then I put them in the oven.

Then I let it dry for two days. Dry, not raise.

- Can't you leave it just for one day? - Of course not.

- Why? - Cause it doesn't soak up properly.

- Enough! When do you need it? - Don't you know my birthday?

On Saturday.

So, did you get the rum?

What do you mean, Havana?

I told you to get Bumbu, didn't I?

Listen dad, if you buy shitty rum, you get a shitty cake.

Do you remember Malta?

Forget Malta! Do you remember stopping by in Milan?

When we had that rum baba at Mokuzai?

That one had Bumbu in it.

Because I asked.

I don't know, you drink the Havana with Mum.

Go to Fine Store, you'll find Bumbu there.

End of story, OK?

Do you know when my birthday is?

Here, listen to this!

Thanks.

Thanks, bye!

- You're such a pain in the ass. - Give me a break!

I told him three times, and he still didn't get it.

Can't you go buy it yourself?

- Or are you too empty headed for that? - Fuck off!

He asked what he could buy and I told him to get rum. Bumbu!

Not Havana, fuck it!

I needed to come here to get the Kitchen Aid.

I just wanted to make a stupid cake

and you can't find the whip, he buys shitty rum, what the fuck?

What about the orange peeler?

- What sort of crap is that? - The thing that peels orange skin.

Look!

I don't know, call mum.

Do you know how your great-great-grandmother used to cook?

Show me the photo!

Your great-great-grandmother cooked with her hands! For 8 people!

Until the Americans automatized the kitchen

in the 1950s, after the World War II.

Do you know about that stuff?

- So there was another war before? - Are you kidding me?

You don't know when the World War I happened?

I'll tell you! It started in 1914 and ended in 1918.

The second was from 1939 to 1945.

And I was talking about the 1950s.

Hence the name Kitchen Aid.

A kitchen helper to give your tiny hands a rest.

What am I saying, you didn't even use it.

Paradoxically, you lost the parts without using it.

Enough, damn it, you're driving me nuts!

I need those parts to make the rum baba.

It's a complicated recipe and everything must be perfect!

Not with Havana rum and missing parts, OK?

How are you, man?

Fine.

This shit stresses me out.

What shit?

The missing parts.

I smell something.

- What are you wearing? - Invictus, Paco Rabanne.

Interesting.

Someone gets it for me. Interested?

I beg your pardon?

Clive Christian.

1872, by Purcari, eh?

So funny.

How are the exams going?

Getting by.

Et vous?

Comme ci, comme ça.

Open it.

Mum! What do you have from this shitty device,

I need a grater, a lid…

No, it looks like… how do I…

7 spiral thingies…

Grating system… Shit! I don't know, mum…

A normal, slightly elongated grater that can fit in the device.

Send her the photo.

- Is it the one you used at Christmas? - Yes, bingo!

Are you shitting me? Yes, Mum, that's the one.

Yeah, all right. I'll call you when I'm done.

OK, I'll call you when I'm done.

Hugs, see you later.

Listen… Have you seen a whip anywhere?

Co?

It's not a whip,

it's a six-ring stainless steel device, with aluminium handle.

The washing machine is done.

Then take it out.

Take what out?

The laundry.

Honey…

Ankylosing spondylitis, does that ring a bell?

Rheumatology, baby.

"Rheumatology, baby".

You've got chocolate left on your lips!

Funny guy, your German.

I can't find it.

- I'll pay for a new one. - Where will I find one at this hour?

- What time is it? - I don't know, but it's late.

These assholes close down at 9 pm again.

And what time is it now? I don't know…

8:23. If you leave now, you might still make it.

I can't do it, Wonder Woman. Have you seen the traffic?

What's on TV? What are you guys watching?

…the world's greatest inventor was born in Romania.

His father was an Orthodox priest…

…confiscated by the Americans.

They stole my purse, the ticket was inside.

- Who? - I don't know!

There were two of them, in my apartment building..

Wait, if there were two of them, then it's not a coincidence.

Let's go to the police station!

A white car with Bucharest plates.

- What brand? - I don't know. I don't know anymore.

Isn't he a car mechanic?

Wait a minute! It can't be a coincidence.

Two guys chased another guy, who had just won the lottery,

they have a white car. Watch out! A white car from Bucharest!

- The secret service is involved! - What service?

S.I.E., S.R.I., D.I.I.C.O.T.

Oana, the phone!

Do you think they're watching us now?

- Oana, the phone! - It's Mum, pick up the phone.

Who put Johannis in charge? Who orchestrated the revolution?

Let's go to the police!

- It's Bobo! - Answer!

What's up, boss? It's late, I'm busy.

What do you mean, who it is? Mihai.

What happened?

Oh, that sucks.

How are you, Bobo?

I don't know, two men… Should I write down "two men"?

What do you mean?

What they looked like, the clothes, anything specific.

Why?

Wait! Calm down!

The car was from Bucharest.

What about her pregnancy?

Bobo, calm down, please!

- When did it happen? - Four days ago.

Let me call, I'll see who I can find and…

I'll call back as soon as I get an answer.

Calm down, please!

At least she's there and she's being taken care of.

Did you want her to end up like Mariana?

You couldn't have helped her at home.

Bobo, calm down!

Being worried is absolutely natural.

All right.

I'll call and see… Hello?

I'll call you as soon as I have an answer.

Yes?

Fine.

Bye!

What happened?

Sabina's in hospital, she was feeling sick.

- How come? Which hospital? - Bucur Maternity Hospital.

Bucur Maternity Hospital?

Shut up! Stop bothering me and listen to what I'm saying!

But I don't listen in on your conversations.

- What's going on? - Hello, Doina, can you talk for minute?

My friend was admitted into Bucur Maternity 2 hours ago.

Sabina Ogredin.

OK, thanks! Let me know when you find out more.

Great, thank you!

Bye.

Wait, someone from the maternity ward, or…?

Call the girl from the Military Hospital. Alina…?

No, maybe she knows someone.

Her name is Doina, I've just called her.

Someone from the inside? Doesn't Bobo know anyone?

No, Bobo is on quarantine, he doesn't know anyone.

I'm here if you need me.

Well, I do need you.

I do need you. Go and get Luca from your mother.

What? Now when I'm busy with the stupid exam?

Good evening!

My name is Oana Pfeifer.

I need some information regarding a patient who was admitted today.

Sabina Ogredin.

No, I am a friend.

Yes, I know…

but I'm a friend of the family and also a doctor

and her husband asked me to look into it,

because he's unable to talk at the moment.

Of course, I understand, no worries.

Well, thank you, have a nice evening!

Why didn't you say you are a relation?

Because I'm stupid.

Is that a Covid hospital?

I'll call Bobo. What? Yes.

How are you?

I haven't heard anything yet.

Did you call the maternity ward?

No… wait, let me explain.

You can call them for information, but as a relative.

Bobo, focus.

I'll give you the number, say you are her husband,

and they have to keep you informed about her.

I'm sending it to you right now on Whats App.

Call me. Listen!

Call me afterwards. OK, go on!

Bye!

Don't they already have two boys?

Don't tell me they want a girl?

Are you stupid or what?

She's sick and you're making jokes?

Do you want me to cry?

Isn't it normal to get sick when you're pregnant?

No, it is not sure, it's not from the pregnancy.

- But is it serious? - She has acute abdominal pain.

Maybe it's not serious, but she tested positive for Covid.

Does she have Covid?

Yes, they were in quarantine. Haven't you listened to me?

How far along is she?

Eight and a half months. Hold on, I need to send him the number.

So they tested her in the ambulance?

They were already on quarantine.

But they took her in the ambulance, right?

- So they all have Covid? - Yes! Is that so hard to grasp?

Can you keep your voice down?

Do you know anyone at Bucur Hospital?

Yes, the king's mother.

Look, I'm serious, Sabina was taken to Bucur.

Well, good luck with that.

She has abdominal pain, and Covid too…

Can you help me, please?

Why don't you call your BFF who's mom is a politician?

Bobo is desperate.

Sabina was admitted into hospital, she has abdominal pain.

Weren't you in pain when giving birth?

What's so strange about that?

How far along is she?

8 months and a half.

Congratulate him, he's going to be a father.

Buy me some Heats when you pick Luca up.

Tell me…

Did you read that book I gave you?

- No, Bubico. - Can you hear me?

Do you know anyone at the Bucur Maternity Hospital?

Yes.

Can you hear me?

Oh, good evening!

How are you? Yes, Oana.

I'm fine.

My mother is also fine.

What?

I can't hear you anymore.

I can't hear you. It keeps cutting off…

I called Cornelia by mistake.

She'd have kept you talking forever.

- Were you rude to her? - I hung up.

She was this close to fucking me the last time.

- And why didn't you let her? - Who says I didn't?

Stop talking shit.

Here is…

the proof.

I'll show you lower if you like.

Do you know someone who knows someone there?

No I don't.

Don't worry, she'll be fine.

It's probably just birthing pain.

What else could it be?

- You're all acting crazy. - It's not that kind of pain.

She isn't due for another two weeks.

Says who?

The doctors. Any more stupid questions?

- Why, is there a problem? - Yes, you and your big mouth.

You forgot to hang the laundry.

You forgot to hide your misogynistic prick!

You forgot I make more money than you.

Please leave! You're screwing up my "feng shui".

And if you could turn down the volume,

that would be extra-califragilistic.

Super-califragilistic, bro!

Let's go, or I won't see any action tonight!

- What did you say? - Come on.

Mum.

Yes, Mum.

Well… Well done, Mum!

Mihai will be very happy!

Yeah, come on… You can tell me later.

We'll talk later.

All right, mum, bye. See you later!

She found your whip so you can scram.

Is this how you talk to Elvis reincarnated?

You said it was an emergency. Rum baba and other bla bla?

Too late ma'am! I changed my mind

while you talked to doctors from all around.

I'm going to make a… "Anna Pavlovla".

"Pavlova", you peasant!

Why are you still here?

Have you heard of metempsychosis, teacher's pet?

Why are you still here?

Listen to this!

Pythagoras, walking around in the cradle of civilization,

sees a redneck hitting a dog.

So Pythagoras, of the theorem fame,

says to him in perfect Greek: "Ay caramba, jungle bunny!"

Roll me a cigarette, will you!

Can you drop me on your way to pick up your kid?

I'll think about it.

Hi, how are you? Sorry to bother you.

This is Oana.

Oana Pfeifer. You don't have my number anymore?

Ah, right.

Fine, what about you?

You had children!

That's great, congratulations!

In Monaco?

Ah, on holiday…

Wonderful!

What do you mean, how do I sound?

You really haven't changed!

Here I am, talking in a squeaky voice in order to charm an ex

who might help me save a friend.

I'm not offended, you know me…

I'm tough as nails, you know that.

Yes, yes, OK…

Here's why I called you:

I need you to help me with something.

Sabina has been feeling really sick.

She's supposed to give birth

and she's in terrible pain.

Bobo called the ambulance.

They took her to the maternity ward.

They were in quarantine.

And they took her to Bucur Maternity Hospital.

No, she hasn't given birth yet.

I wanted to ask you if you know someone there.

Yes, great!

If you can, that would be wonderful.

Well, talk to your mother and let me know.

All right!

Thanks a lot.

Kisses, bye!

Who was that?

Daniel.

Daniel Rapunzel?

Yes, that's right.

Has he got kids now? Does he live in Monaco?

Yes, but he doesn't live in Monaco.

So all is not lost!

Well, good for him!

Listen!

Those tests don't work. They're all fake.

Have I told you about my friend Gabi Popa?

He's a prosecutor.

He had an investigation abroad.

And he needed to get tested.

He called a clinic to make an appointment,

and the next day they called and told him that he was positive.

And he goes: "What do you mean?"

"Yes, you tested positive".

"But lady, I haven't taken the test!"

"It says here that you have and that it's positive".

"I'm to get tested later, I've just made an appointment!". See?

Cheap tricks.

Pandemic, my ass!

And then you see all those statistics…

Who was it?

Iulian.

What does the oven have to say?

Oh, shit, the chicken!

Herr Septimius will have to settle for chicken "a la carbonara"!

Thank God it's not burnt!

It will do just fine.

Your phone!

- Mum has the whip for you! - Give me a break!

- Go, it's been an hour since that call! - Forget it!

Is there anything else to eat here?

Good evening, Father! Sorry for calling at this late hour.

I need your help.

You see… I have a good friend

who got admitted to Bucur Maternity today,

but we don't know how she's feeling.

I thought I'd ask if you know anyone there.

No, we can't go in, it's a Covid hospital.

Not sure. Bucur Maternity Hospital. Just a moment.

Maybe…

Right away.

Number 10, between Gârle Street.

Yes, Mărășești passage, Splaiul Unirii, yes.

Thank you so much, that would be wonderful.

Thank you, I'll be waiting for news.

Yes.

God bless! Thank you!

Yes?

Oh, sorry, someone will come down in a moment.

It was so crowded, sorry. We're coming down right now.

Septimiu!

Yes, Mum.

Yes.

I'll leave in about an hour. I'll stay with her a bit.

For Saturday?

I don't know, gloves…

Masks…

I don't know, about twelve people.

Bobo, calm down, I don't understand.

Isn't that how it's supposed to work?

Right…

We're having a barbecue, yes.

And why…

Bobo, calm down, sign for what?

Yes, let's talk at home, OK? Thank you.

Try to stay calm, I can't understand you. How is she?

Well…

At least they have the best equipment there.

Well, then…

Listen…

Listen, calm down and we'll try to find a solution.

I am waiting for Daniel to call back

and I'm looking for a lawyer.

I'll call you. We'll if Daniel contacted anyone there,

and I'll try to find a lawyer.

All right.

I'll call you. Bye!

What is it?

I don't know, it's bad…

She was taken to the hospital. She gave birth

and it seems that she is… the baby has scored…

5 on the Apgar test.

5 Apgar?

That's very bad. She's been transferred to Sf. Ioan.

With chronic pancreatitis.

You know what? Call Dad!

Tell him to…

Ask him to call the guy who helped you.

Who?

When you had that accident in Vadu.

I'm not sure Dad knows him personally.

Never mind, call Dad!

But there are all kinds of lawyers. Accidents, penal law…

We don't know if he's any good, we never got to the trial.

Just call Dad!

How are you?

Ah, you bought it? Great, thanks!

We have a problem.

Do you remember when I had that accident?

Forget that…

Did the policeman come to see you? And what did he say?

Yes!

Look, I have a problem.

Sabina has given birth. I'll cut it short.

She felt really sick,

gave birth, and the child was taken from her.

She is no longer allowed to see it for 15 days.

Yes, a friend of Oana's. Ogredin.

- Covid. - The child was taken from her.

She can't see it for 15 days.

Do you have the lawyer's number? Send it to Oana.

Yes, if it's the legal procedure. Do you know or not?

- Fine. - Thank you.

Talk to you soon.

We'll keep in touch. Have fun, bye!

- He's sending you the number. - Good.

I'll move the car.

Yes?

Yes, all right.

Thank you so much! I'm calling him right now.

No, I'll call him myself, Bobo is devastated, paralyzed…

We need to pull ourselves together!

Well, it's different now.

Sabina has given birth… and the child was taken from her.

They had her sign that she wouldn't see her child for 15 days.

Yes, because of Covid.

And besides, the Apgar score was pretty low.

I need to know if you can talk to a lawyer.

Thank you so much! No, it's OK.

Call him and then send me a message!

And then I'll call him as soon as he's free to talk.

Thanks a lot!

Yes, sorry, I'll be right down.

I've had a little problem, please stop shouting!

In a second.

Please stop…

- Will you move the car? - He's just gone down there.

He went to move the car.

- What? - Just now.

- When? - He's just got out.

It's Mum.

Yes, Mum.

I'm glad you found them, but you've already told me.

I can't talk now,

Sabina's not well, I need to make some phone calls.

Call mother! Mihai will tell you all about it.

Yes, he's calling you now.

- I'll be going in a few minutes. - Good evening.

Yes, Sabina.

I suppose Daniel told you the gist of it.

They made her sign away her right to see the baby for 15 days.

The Apgar score was 5.

She was in quarantine… Covid, yes.

Whoever was there, I guess.

How should I know?

I don't know, I doubt it.

I was wondering if what they did was legal.

In this case?

Is that so? I see.

Okay, I get it.

Yes, thank you very much.

Goodbye!

- Mum is waiting for you to pick Luca up. - Can you help me?

Come on, please.

Please, take me to Săndulescu.

It won't take long.

- Why don't you drive? - I can't, I've been drinking.

Take a taxi or a Free Now.

It takes too long.

Take an Uber, it's easier.

If I move the car, I lose the parking spot.

- Where does he live? - In Tei.

It's a 10-minute drive. You can go on foot.

Ten minutes by car is 40 on foot.

It all depends on how you walk.

Either way, you can't change anything

by showing up at their door.

Sure I can.

Are you getting an Uber?

Can you drop me off?

You can take me to Săndulescu, take Mihai home,

pick up Luca, and then call me.

Come on, your highness, loosen up a bit.

I know you can.

We share an astrological sign.

Capricorns are generous, but they hide it well.

Fine, but first we're going to get Luca.

- Wait, I need to go to the toilet. - Wait, I'll go too.

You go to the other one!

Come on, please!

Hi Mum, how are you?

All right, we're coming.

Yes, let me hear him!

Hi, sweetie!

We're coming.

Me too.

Yes, me too. Bye!

Why didn't you stay in Chișinău?

In Romania there is the American dream.

In Moldova we have the Romanian dream.

For others, it's the Russian dream.

The Romanian dream?

Yes, the Romanian dream.

In my case, the Bucharest dream. Where else?

Now, it's nowhere, I guess.

If I could study film in…

Cluj, Timișoara or Sibiu, I would have gone there.

I don't like Bucharest.

Every time I go out, I can't wait to get there,

and when I come back, I can't wait to get home.

I don't feel fine in Bucharest.

I can't breathe here.

Why didn't you go to Moscow?

Why Moscow?

Well, where do they make films in Russia today…

In "Soviet Union"?

I would've preferred to play in Romanian It would be easier.

Or maybe you like Russian women more than Romanian women.

Moldavian women are the best.

The Moldavians are like the soul.

We had to pass by her, she was living at her mother's.

- Was it your idea or hers? - It's hers, Cristina's.

God, she was so sexy…

What is sexy to you?

Tall, slender…

beautiful breasts, not too big, not too small…

Latino butt and… the face of an angel.

Pear-shaped breasts or rather round?

Round.

Apple-shaped.

Besides, she was airy that night.

Airy?

Yeah, airy.

What do you mean?

She was wearing a white

cotton dress, just above the knee,

that was blowing in the wind.

Norma Jean.

Marilyn Monroe, sonny.

Blonde…

green eyes…

olive skin…

So you went to her house.

Her mother was messing around a bit,

it wasn't enough for me to call her.

Cristina wanted to change her high heels, as her feet hurt.

So we got there.

A big house, on the ground… with a garden.

I don't know where that money came from. They weren't working.

But I didn't care.

What's a house "on the ground"?

A house on the ground.

A house with a garden?

Yes, on the ground, with a garden.

A house on the ground, a house under the ground…

There are also apartments.

Apartments on the ground?

No, the flats are higher.

So apartments on the first floor are called "on the ground"?

- How do you call it? - We just don't.

We say a house, a villa or an apartment building.

You were saying?

We got there,

and luckily I refused to go inside.

And then?

Why?

Luckily, you said. What were you lucky about?

So… She went inside, then went outside…

She took my hand, and we went for a walk in a park.

We took a taxi, we arrived at our friend's house…

The hand in her underwear or on her tits in the taxi, maybe?

In the taxi, I did her…

Spiderman.

You did her what?

Spiderman.

What's Spiderman?

I didn't know it was called that.

I didn't know either, at that time.

We arrived at the friend's house, we had a drink,

we talked a little bit,

and then…

we got separated from the others, we chose a room…

we locked the door…

and we had fun… until dawn.

You had fun?

We made love all night long.

She was screaming… she was crying, singing…

I was laughing like crazy.

I covered my face with a pillow.

What about her?

She was shouting, crying, singing…

Are you so good in bed?

Well, no.

She had been to the seaside and she was tanned.

Got sand burned.

Sunburned…

Sunburned. Badly sunburned.

I had to do some contortions all sweaty.

She was posing like statues.

What do you mean, statues?

She was sunburned, she had blisters.

I had to twist myself to get to her G-spot.

Kamasutra, if that rings a bell.

No.

That rings no bell to me.

In the early morning, we were hangover…

We put our clothes back on, we combed our hair

and went home, each one to their place.

All day long I had a grin on my face.

Nirvana!

I was replaying scenes in my mind and laughed.

I remember that…

I kneeled beside the bed

and said The Lord's Prayer,

and I thanked God.

You're kidding me.

Praying for that?

I mean it,

it was one of the best nights of my life.

Not because we made love for the first time.

It was magical. I can't find the words.

Around 9 o'clock in the evening, I lied down all tired

and as I was still smiling brightly,

the phone rings.

At 9 o'clock in the evening?

Exactly.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the next day.

Exactly, at 9 o'clock the next evening.

So the phone rings.

"Hello?" I say, and I hear a voice whining.

"Hello? Hello?"

And on the other end of the line: "Eugen, we're in trouble!"

"Both of us!"

I realize it's Cristina, but I don't understand what's going on.

By the way, her father is a priest.

I was once at their place, when they argued.

He was swearing like a trooper!

- Right. - Yeah…

And while I was listening to her, I turned up my voice:

"Hey, Cristina! What's up with you?"

And she was like…

someone told her husband

that they saw us holding hands

and that at 3 o'clock the following day

we were to go to his office, to talk about it.

In the meantime, the two of us were to meet

to agree on the scenario to tell him.

Was she an actress too?

No.

An actress… I have no idea what her job was.

Are you listening to me?

Why?

Well…

Where did you get this acting story?

You were talking about the scenario.

Oh, no, sorry.

We had to be on the same page,

so that we wouldn't tell different stories.

To tell him the same thing.

I had heard that her husband was a brute,

that he beat up a guy out of jealousy,

until that guy lost his sight.

I suddenly felt like fainting, so I sat down on the floor.

I had heard about it on the news. The police didn't do anything.

They didn't even try. They were working hand in glove.

- I had no idea that they were… - Who worked hand in glove?

The mobsters and the police. They're the same.

It was a criminal gang, mafia,

a very influential group, with contacts everywhere.

We even saw them in public, always dressed in black.

Men in black.

Glamorous, isn't it?

The next day,

at 7 a.m., she was in front of my building.

Her face was all red.

Her guy had been terrorizing her on the phone all night.

Poor thing!

And she told me:

"Listen carefully!

We were in "Ginta Latină" Street,

at Ana Tkachenko's birthday party".

Ana Tkachenko is a colleague of mine

and our common friend, Cristina's and mine.

"At some point, we all went on to Ana's house,

and I asked you to accompany me to my house,

because it was dark outside and I was afraid".

That is, the truth.

The problem was that we were seen holding hands.

That was the problem.

We thought we'd just stick with our version, that…

we held hands just to cross the street,

because of the cars, for safety.

That's all we could think of.

She told me that and… she was gone.

I watched her walk away, thinking…

"This is the woman for whom I said the Lord's Prayer!"

And the little angel's prayer.

I felt terrible, I wasn't able to do anything.

I had lost my appetite.

What do you mean, you were seen together?

Who saw you?

The bouncer at the disco.

We found out about it later.

The discotheque belonged to her husband

and the bouncer was his man.

Straight into the lion's den.

I went to a park and…

That morning, after Cristina left,

I wandered around the park

for a couple of hours, aimlessly.

I was lost…

My left hand felt numb.

I was sweating.

The lump in my neck was swelling. You know… I showed it to you.

I know, the extension of your brain.

You already told me.

Let me explain:

It's called a lipoma.

Angiolipoma, fibrolipoma, myelolipoma.

Who knows what you have there.

I swear, when I get stressed, it swells up.

The prospect of imminent death.

Like guinea pigs.

Do you have a Nokia charger?

- A what? - A Nokia charger.

Are you serious?

Cezi, I found your charger!

- Do you have one? - I found yours!

Problem solved. Thanks, good night!

Be good.

Girls be good or I'll put the saddle back on your bikes.

Lucky me that he didn't take it away.

What?

My driver's license.

I could surely lose my job.

Fortunately, I told them I'm an ambulance driver,

if I said I was an actor, I could've lost it.

You see? There are some benefits.

Stop complaining, lover boy.

Keep going!

Did you hear about that gang of mobsters from Iași?

Sile Cămătaru?

No, those are from Bucharest.

In Iași there's the "Cordoneanu".

But the Cămătaru also do the trick.

Imagine that, without knowing it…

you fucked the chick of this kind of mobster

and he asks you to come and talk.

I was wondering what to say, how to say it.

They can suddenly ask you…

Say that again?

What did you say?

What about you?

Oh, sorry.

Who are you in life?

What do you think is your place in life?

Good question.

It's a trap.

If you give the wrong answer, they kill you morally.

Because you're a loser.

Good question, though.

For the appointment, I decided to dress up like a clown.

It's negative.

Go on.

I thought of dressing up like a schmuck,

hoping that he would pity me.

I put on a pair of shorts, all worn out,

a Mickey Mouse T-shirt,

sandals and white crew socks.

The sandals were the "pièce de résistance".

Besides, I had rehearsals that day.

We didn't even start and I excused myself…

I couldn't articulate a single line.

Luckily, it was not the day of the play.

How did they react when they saw you dressed as a schmuck?

They gave me strange looks, but they didn't say anything.

I left the theatre…

I sat down at a terrace, waiting for 3 o'clock.

Suddenly, came a friend

I'd lost touch with since elementary school.

He sat down at my table and started chattering.

I couldn't believe it.

The guy had just read a book called…

"How to Stop Worrying and Start Living"

by Dale Carnegie.

If you'd put this scene in a movie,

everyone would say that's nonsense.

And yet it's true.

It was a fashionable book that everyone was reading.

So the time came, I greeted my friend and I left.

How old was the man?

- What man? - The man in black.

No idea.

Did you know him?

No.

All you knew was that he was dressed in black.

How did you get there?

By trolleybus.

Not very glorious.

I arrived…

It was a luxury hotel. So I entered…

and the first thing I saw was lots of pictures.

- What kind? - Like in the Louvre.

- Pictures of what? - Paintings.

Only paintings, no photos?

No, only paintings.

Landscapes, still life, portraits?

I don't know. Do you think I was in the mood for that?

Was she there?

Cristina? Yes, she was in the lobby.

She waved at me, I got closer, and she showed me…

a staircase, taking to the basement.

Down the stairs there was a guy in black waiting for me

who asked me to follow him.

I followed him into a room where there was only a table.

No windows, no furniture, no chairs, just a table

and a light bulb hanging above.

When you say dressed in black…

you mean leather?

Not necessarily.

Black pants, black shirt,

black suit, black jacket - all in black.

You mean, pants made of cloth, black, well ironed?

Yes, cloth pants.

Black, perfectly ironed pants, fisherman's boots and a bra.

- Chicken lips and fish knees. - Exactly.

He closed the door, he went to the other side of the table

and he stared at me silently.

We looked at each other but said nothing.

After a while, he asks me:

"Did you see when the Chechens were hitting on Cristina?"

What Chechens?

Chechens?

The conversation was in Russian.

Say it in Russian.

One more time.

Now, faster.

Yeah, right. Keep going with the Chechens.

"I heard that the Chechens were hitting on Cristina".

Did you hear about Chechens? They're Arabs.

You don't mess with them.

- Muslims. - Yes, Muslims.

The guy's question was torturing me.

I had seen no Chechens at the disco.

Why is he asking me this question? I wonder.

Does he want to test me or what?

I thought I'd tell him yes. To be on his side.

But since there was none there, I told him so.

What if she had told them about the Chechens?

Cristina? Why would she do that?

I told you we had agreed on the story to tell.

Why would she lie?

She would have put herself in danger.

Except you got there after 3 p.m. and she was already there.

What if they threatened her and she made something up,

to save her own skin at the cost of yours?

What a fool I am!

I didn't think of that.

I just stuck to my idea.

We decided together on a story to tell.

She had nothing to lose.

She had only one thing to protect, her own life.

And you, for her… just a brat.

A one-night stand.

I didn't think of that.

And then?

Go on!

The guy…

pulled a gun,

he put it on the table, he pointed it at me,

and asked me again about the Chechens.

And then?

I stuck to my story.

After all, I was telling the truth, and the guy believed me.

How do you know that?

- Did you read it on his face? - No, he took his gun back.

The guy was the bouncer or the husband?

I don't know.

Not even the slightest idea.

All I wanted was to save myself. And I made it.

You got off easy.

Yes, you're right.

And then?

He escorted me into the hall, where there were the paintings

and he asked me if I liked the paintings.

And what did you say?

I said that I liked paintings, but that I preferred photos.

I didn't say anything, I was shitting my pants.

He also asked me if…

if he could drop me off somewhere.

- And you said no. - And I said no.

But that's not the end of the story.

Two years after all that, I was downtown.

I don't know where it was exactly.

And I ran into Cristina.

I quickly took two steps backwards.

She noticed my reaction and looked at me…

in contempt.

I felt so tiny.

"Don't be afraid!", she said to me,

"I'm not with him anymore".

Fuck…

Yes, like a coward… I was so ashamed!

You were the coward one?

Yes, because when I saw her, I got all flustered like a bitch.

It happens.

And then, she wasn't a woman, she was the wife of a mobster.

She was not his wife, I used the wrong words.

The guy was married, he had children and a family.

Cristina was his mistress. He probably had several others.

A whore.

I think the whore… was me.

What did you do next?

I went to the theatre, with my tail between my legs.

We were rehearsing "Filumena Marturano".

- You didn't see her again? - No.

I didn't see her again, but…

I would be curious to see her again, see what she looks like,

ask her how she's doing.

Well, anyway,

those men in black didn't sound scary to me.

Mafia style, I mean.

A bit of blabla, an airsoft gun and painting chit-chat.

Believe me, I'm lucky I'm not wearing glasses right now.

After all, they are Mankurts.

They don't care about your nationality, your thoughts, beliefs,

of all the human rights.

Is that their definition?

Who are they?

"Person without memory, totally submissive to his master".

"He who has forgotten the horrors of dictatorship,

his origins…"

"A totally submissive person".

"The mankurt was the perfect slave,

asked only for food and clothes,

executed without fail the orders of his master,

did not argue with anyone and especially…

did not want to run away nor to rebel".

It's negative.

So, I have sinusitis.

It's a little different than I thought, but they're not stupid.

That's why they're dangerous.

They have no mercy. Brother, sister, mother… no matter!

Guys, I'm bothering you again.

We have a Covid case in Berceni. An 82-year-old man.

- A what? - A grandpa who is short of breath.

But how do you know that it's Covid?

What do you mean?

You said: "We have a Covid case in Berceni".

A suspicion, perhaps.

But he's 80 on the pulse ox, he's diabetic, cardiac…

He's breathing heavily, we have to hurry.

Mariana!

Mariana!

"Apply now, without proof of income". From Altex.

"Zero administrative costs the first year".

"You will enjoy shopping…"

EIGHTH OF JULY

I said, Nichita Stănescu.

Until you make a mistake, God gives you nothing.

I said, Nichita Stănescu.

That's all, no farewell letter.

Just this book opened at "Farewell, we die".

That's the name of the poem, "Farewell, we die"

Only the last lines were marked. Circled in green.

Search it online.

Wait!

Wait a sec.

…an education, so to say

"Farewell, we die"

Wait a bit.

"And as time goes by ever-elusive

when I call for you

when you call for me

whilst we're still twisting ourselves, I wave and I salute you:

Farewell, we die".

Normal…

Yes, these are the marked verses.

These are the marked verses, Mom.

I need to go now. I'm almost there.

Ask Rodica to search it for you.

Mom…

I'll hang up now. I'll call you when I'm done.

Kisses. Bye.

Giani! I'm here. Tell me where to go.

Hello?

Hello?

I can't hear you, tell me where you are!

- May God forgive him. - May God forgive them.

May God forgive them.

Watch your head.

We have three dogs, but they don't bite.

This one is Azorel.

The other one is Bogdan, in the shade.

Come with me. Not that way. This way!

Careful. My husband poked his eye out two years ago.

I took him to the eye hospital in Lahovari.

Watch the threshold.

All this plot is my land.

I have two sisters. That is their land over there.

Stamate bought this plot, with a credit from Bancpost,

but he didn't pay, the bank got the land back.

My sisters will come back from Italy,

we do the… the retrocession or something…

after the death, to do the thing with the will.

- Succession? - Session?

- The succession. - Right, the succession.

They came from Italy to take away my land.

I've been working it for 20 years,

and they want to take everything.

Over there, that triangular thing in cellophane,

that's the greenhouse.

You can go there, but watch out for the corn.

Be careful not to scratch your head on the plum trees.

And over there is Mr. Giani. We spoke earlier, all fine.

- May God forgive them. - May God forgive them.

- Hello! - What did Bratu say?

- May God forgive them. - May God forgive them.

- Tell me, what did he say? - Where are they?

Behind the greenhouses.

Don't you want to tell me?

What did Bratu say?

Why do you keep insisting on Bratu?

You know very well. He said what everybody knows.

What do you mean, what everybody knows?

What does everybody know?

Are you nuts? Why are you playing innocent?

The whole office knows you were fucking Vero.

The whole office? What do they know?

Are you nuts?

What the fuck are you playing at?

If they know I was at Vero's

when you and Fieroiu were in Novi Sad,

it's because you told them.

That's the only explanation.

You were in their bed when he called her

- about the Christmas present? - Stop pretending, you knew it.

Even if I hadn't said anything,

you knew that I was with Vero.

No, I just knew there was something between you.

What you really told me

is that you broke up with her when she married Fieroiu.

Well yes, we broke up.

When I was at her's for a coffee on St. Nicholas' Day,

it was for a coffee, not to fuck her.

And after the coffee, you thought it would be nice

to have a quick fuck.

What quick fuck?

I was with Iulia when Fieroiu called me.

Are you dumb? Do you really believe all those lies?

I didn't invite myself over. She asked me for help.

You didn't fuck her on St. Nicholas Day,

cause you were with Iulia.

Then why was your hand down her panties on New Year's Eve?

As you know, New Year's Eve comes after St. Nicholas' Day.

I didn't have my hand down her panties.

It's an expression, Giani.

If you feel sorry for Fieroiu, I have good news for you.

He didn't shoot himself because Vero was cheating on him.

And Bratu, what did he say?

That you're an asshole and to stop spamming him.

I know, but what did he say about Fieroiu?

Bratu thinks he committed suicide for fear of A.L.S.

What? What's that?

An ugly disease. In a year he'd have been paralyzed.

Last December we went to Novi Sad for a second expert opinion.

An American doctor who was touring Europe, including Novi Sad.

Fieroiu had made an appointment three months before.

Even Vero didn't know that he was ill.

That's why she blames herself for his death.

So as you, but it has nothing to do with the two of you.

How do you know that?

Because I'm smart.

Fieroiu was seeing someone from the Dâmbovița Court of Law.

How do you know?

He came by the office with her a couple of days ago.

- Poor Vero… - The poem was for her, not for Vero.

- What poem? - The one we found on his desk.

What are you talking about?

This one.

6-6

2-8-1

1-8-5.

0766281185.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

A name. I just need a name.

Dinache! Give me a name.

Moș Crăciun.

Repeat please.

Moș Crăciun.

Père Noël.

Santa Claus.

The one who puts lollipops in your boots.

Marin Sorescu.

What?

The poem.

- What about it? - Marin Sorescu.

What about him?

Isn't the poem you sent me by Marin Sorescu?

No, it's by Nichita Stănescu.

Is it?

Beautiful.

I would've said Sorescu.

Anyway, awesome poem.

"Farewell! We die".

Of course it's Nichita Stănescu.

I don't know why I thought it was Sorescu.

What the hell are you doing here?

Where is the girl?

Which girl?

The girl, Giani, where is the girl?

- With Marin, didn't I tell you? - No, you didn't tell me.

In the house, in the front room.

Wait, the street side entrance, the back room,

to the right, as you enter. I'll show you.

Why the fuck did you dress like you're going to the beach?

What's wrong?

They're burying their dead and here you are

- like a punk in Monte Carlo. - Big deal!

I won't change my clothes so as not to spoil your image.

Wait a sec!

What?

Hold this hosepipe, please.

Didn't you have anything decent to wear?

- Navy blue or brown? - I know, but I have nothing brown.

It's a good thing you have shorts and flip-flops!

You could've worn a pair of trousers.

I know, I did bad!

I had to stop by my house, but I got caught and forgot to do it.

I realized too late, right in front of the house.

Just say you forgot!

You let me do the talking.

Hey! I will do the talking!

She wanted water, and I brought her a bottle of Zizin.

I didn't know it had to be fresh.

It's okay, don't worry.

This is police chief commissioner, Pătrănescu Narcis-Valentin,

of the Combating Organized Crime Directorate.

You can call me Narcis.

He's going to ask you some questions.

Tell him what you told me about this story.

You sit there.

- Can I take the mask off? - Yes, of course.

I know I have to wear it, but I would like not to wear it.

If the boss says you can, then you can.

In fact, there are no rules about wearing the mask inside.

Some say that it's better to wear it, some say it's not.

You do what you want, I chose not to wear it.

Stand there and guard the door!

Should I close the door?

Yes, and the window too, so we don't freeze.

Leave it open!

Petrescu Lenuș, Botoș Marilena, Șoloc Daciana, Crețu Corina,

Strugariu Mona Victorița, Tudorache Ionela

sold them for prostitution to the brothel.

Vlad Georgiana, Mitu Alinuța and Ștefănuță Nicoleta,

sold them for their organs.

I don't know why I have to repeat

what I just told Mr. Giani,

if you have already spoken to Valderama.

I heard that Bebe Trandafir is detained by you since April.

Didn't he tell you?

Lenuș and Daciana's children stayed at our place,

in Engelstrasse.

The others were taken to Belgium, Switzerland and Austria.

I know it's hard to tell this story.

Of course it's hard.

That's what I'm saying.

And to save you from repeating yourself,

we'll record you.

I've already told Mr. Giani, I don't want to be recorded.

This is just for us, for the investigation,

not for television, don't worry about it.

Don't worry, nobody cares about what you're saying.

So why record it?

It's important for us. It helps us with the investigation.

I don't want to be seen.

Can we record your voice?

Didn't you say Valderama stole your childhood?

Why are you covering for her?

- Okay for my voice. - Thank you.

This recording will be used only for the survey,

not in the Court of Law.

So that you shouldn't worry.

I know you don't trust cops

and I can't do anything to win your trust

and reassure you of our good intentions.

Listen here, girl… We're super nice.

Wait until you see the prosecutor,

you'll get cramps in your hand from so much writing.

Let me talk to her, will you?

Am I not letting you?

Is the camera rolling?

Yes, it's rolling. Just like you said.

Put the cover on, we'll only record the sound.

We're only recording your voice, okay?

- You agree, right? - Yes, just my voice.

Petrescu Lenuș,

Botoș Marilena, Șoloc Daciana, Crețu Corina,

Strugariu Mona Victorița, Tudorache Ionela,

sold them for prostitution to brothels for millionaires.

Vlad Georgiana, Mitu Alinuța and Ștefănuță Nicoleta,

sold them for their organs.

The kids of Lenuș and Daciana stayed with us in Engelstrasse.

The others were taken to Austria, and…

We are only interested in the head of the network,

I don't know, your "daddy" or as you called him.

I don't know his real name.

We called him "the Albanian".

But I'm not sure if he was Albanian.

He spoke Romanian with us.

Did you speak with him?

No, I didn't.

I heard him speaking in Romanian.

I was there

when he changed the furniture, when the floor was flooded.

A Lebanese restaurant nearby had burned down two months before

and he said that the fire caused the flooding

and we had to change the furniture

and the floor on the second floor.

That's when I heard him speaking Romanian.

"The Albanian".

Did he speak like us?

What do you mean?

Like us or… I don't know… Like a Moldavian maybe?

He spoke like a toothless man, even if he was not.

He could not pronounce the Rs.

He was skinny and had tattoos all over his body,

and shorter than me.

He was always tense.

Nico said that he slashed a lot of girls.

And that I should be careful when I talk to him,

cause you never know when he's in a good mood.

So it's better not to look up.

Have you heard of a certain Nino Marenglen?

Is this name familiar to you?

Only about a certain Nino.

There was a client who came…

If there were virgin girls,

Valderama would keep them for Mr. Nino.

But I've never seen him.

I've never heard the other name.

The name you've just said, Mareglen.

Marenglen.

- Nino Marenglen. - Never heard this name.

As I said, all virgins were for Mr. Nino.

But I've never seen his face.

If you want to hear about my old clients,

I have nothing to tell you,

I never asked their name and they never said it.

Whether they were tall or short,

fat or Arabs…

Chinese…

blond or old…

How about Deian?

Mr. Narcis, I've given it a lot of thought

about all those who came to see us in Engelstrasse.

I can tell by your face that you're not happy.

I know you all have problems.

If I chose prostitution for money,

my clients aren't to blame for that.

I never judged them.

They were not happy in their lives either.

Some of them were on the run…

Some were drug dealers.

Once there was a client and Valderama said

he was trafficking firearms.

I never asked their name.

They only knew that my name was Consuelo.

They didn't know my real name.

Do you know this man?

That is Santa Claus.

Who is Santa Claus?

Moș Crăciun, but in English it's Santa Claus.

A rich Austrian who was in cahoots with the police

and in contact with some high-ups in Frankfurt.

He told us to call him Santa Claus.

Valderama called him Santa Claus.

In German it's "Weihnachtsmann".

Moș Crăciun.

And the name? His real name?

Besides Santa Claus, I don't know.

Vicki Laszlo, does this name ring a bell?

No, but there weren't too many women clients.

How do you know that it's a woman?

Isn't Vicki a woman's name?

That's what we need to know.

What?

We don't know if it's a man or a woman.

Aren't you Vicki Laszlo?

What do you mean?

Trandafir warned us that you'd pose as a victim.

Tell me if you remember your career as a pimp

in Timișoara and Arad.

Poor guy…

He is so afraid.

For a while

I was a procurer in Rome and then in Rimini

where I was diagnosed with tuberculosis.

But I never took advantage of the girls.

Arranging clients for girls brings money,

but I'm just scraping by…

I have nothing left after all these years.

The poor guy…

He is afraid…

The child you're carrying, is it yours?

Did you sell it?

Deian had nothing to do with it, he knew nothing.

I don't care what Valderama said.

I didn't tell anything to Deian.

Both of them knew

that I wanted a child, cause they knew I had tuberculosis.

Who is Deian?

I never felt such joy by looking into someone's eyes.

I didn't want to be tied to any… So I always closed my eyes.

Unless there was one who paid me to look into his eyes.

I always avoided their eyes.

But one day, this boy came.

Deian looked like Relu.

Zgabercea Marius Aurelian.

My first lover in sixth grade,

who had a brother, Cezar, who was a sailor,

who bought me my first iPhone in high school.

He had the same scent, not the same face.

Deian.

Frozen laundry on a wire.

Relu had that scent.

I don't know how to talk about all that.

I looked at him and I felt joy…

And I knew that I wanted a child from him.

It was all of a sudden.

And I wasn't even sure I would make it.

Did you want to get pregnant to save yourself?

I fell in love, that's all.

It wasn't to save myself.

They would have fired me anyway because I was sick.

You didn't think that you could infect him?

The tuberculosis that I have is not…

- Contagious. - Right.

Contagious.

My tuberculosis is not contagious.

And anyway, we were fucking with a condom.

How could you get pregnant if you fucked with a condom?

Does it matter?

Does the condom prevent you from coming?

And what did you do?

I emptied it by myself in my pussy.

Does it really matter?

I waited for him to leave and…

I kept the condom.

And I did it, even though there was not much sperm.

In his statement, Trandafir wrote

that you sold your child as well.

That it's already sold. For its organs too.

That's a lie.

This child is mine.

So Trandafir is lying?

Tell me, is he lying?

Yes, he is lying.

So he is lying.

He is not lying, but he is lying.

I had another child that I gave for prostitution.

When he turned 3 years.

But I didn't know they would kill him to sell his organs.

I didn't know they rip off their legs and strangle them.

The priest is here.

Can you hear me, officer?

Can you leave us for a while?

Come on, come to mass, we've made God angry enough!

Alright m'am, we're coming, thank you!

My father had all of Nichita Stanescu's books.

All of them.

Is there a connection between the poem and Fieroiu's suicide

39 days after my father's funeral?

Mr. Giani…

Can I attend the mass, please?

May I say my goodbyes?

Can I be there like a normal person, with my family?

Of course you can.

Thank you.

If you're tired, you can lie down.

We pray for the souls of the servants of God

Fevronia and David Petru,

and for the forgiveness of their transgression,

voluntary and involuntary.

Have mercy on us, Oh God!

Let the Lord establish their soul where the Just repose.

The mercies of God,

the Kingdom of Heavens, and the remission of their sins

let us ask of Christ our immortal King and our God.

Lord, have mercy.

Let us pray to the Lord.

O God of all spirits and flesh,

who has trodden down death, destroying the power of the devil,

bestowing life on Your world, to the souls of Your servants

Fevronia and David Petru,

rest in a place of refreshment,

from where pain and sorrow have fled away.

Every sin by them, committed

in thought, word or deed,

do You as our good and loving God forgive.

May God forgive them!

For there is no man that shall live and sin not,

for You alone are without sin.

Your righteousness and Your word is truth.

For You are the Resurrection…