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KINO KULTASAND MEED FILMS PRESENT

Soap opera is a TVformat characterised byover-exaggeration,

pomposity, idealism, and a banal representation oftheworld

that surrounds the characters.

Featuring obvious opposition of good and evil,

with clear boundaries in social relations, one-sided characters etc.

You are fucking late. Thought you wouldn't come at all! Hi there!

Hi!You gotthem?

l got them, l gotthem...

That's it, fuck off...

Haveyou gotthe cash?

Maybe you fucking show them to us first!

Show?...You show them and then theytake fucking nothing...

Here, new model, with new badges, everything in order.

Looks like they aren't fucking new!

What's not new?

Take a fucking look, they stink, fucking smell them yourself.

Who told you theywould be new?

So they stink.You fucking clean them, l'm not a fucking laundry.

Where are the hats?

There is a hat!

Are you fucking me around? Howwill l lookwithout a hat?

Maybe you won't loose your fucking brain without that hat.

l haven't got it, l didn'tfucking get it.

What are these trousers!

Whatthe fuckwill l Iooklike in these trousers?

So what? Trousers are trousers. What's your problem?

There are no fucking buttons! There is no fucking belt!

Andyouwant me to believe thattheyare new!

l'm not sewing these trousers, for fuck sake!

l'm not a fucking tailor, wherewould l getthese buttonsfrom?

Ok, howmuch doyouwant?

300forone.

Areyou a moron, 300forthis rag?

Andwithout a hat!

Guys, ifyou don't like them, you can sew them yourselves!

You want shitloads ofmoney forthis fucking shit!

lt isn't shit, Sasha.

200.

Sasha, fucking hell, l ain't gonna back down.

There is one hat, nothing is new, you are selling shit. 250.

Doesthis look like a market? Am l selling fucking sunflowerseeds?

Guys, ifyou don't like it, give me backthe stuff!

l'll sell itto someone else!

Fuck, ifyou need anything, l've got various cops' batons,

l've got handcuffs, winter uniforms

l've got good shoes. Call me!

VILNIUS - EUROPEAN CAPITAL OF CULTURE

Written by Emilis Velyvis, Jonas Banys,Aidas Puklevi\code(010d)ius

Producer Asta Liukaityte

Director ofPhotography Robertas Pileckas

Edited by Emilis Velyvis

Production designers Darius Bastys, Edita Valaite

Music by HAPPYENDLESS

Postproduction Supervisor Jonas Sunklodas

Directed by Emilis Velyvis

l don't know anything.

Donce,fuck...

Fuck off... l can't fucking take it any more...

C'mon, fucking c'mon... Get up!

Damn it...Where's the car! l can't stand this...

Get up, Donce, get up.

Fuck...Fucking come here!

Getthefuckout ofthe car!

We didn't mean it...

C'mon, all ofyou get out ofthe bloodycar.

Fucking come here!

Maybe,we can make a deal, l'm afamous actor.

l don't give a shitwho you are, fucking stand still!

Zenka, give him all you've got!

But...

Give me eveything, c'mon, let's do this...

Zenka, give him all you've got!

You stupid bitch,you hit a guy,

you fucking ran over an omcer ofthe law!

Howmuch have you got?

l haven't got anything now.

Tomorrow in the morning, 20 grand!

l can'tfindthat much so quickly.

l don't give afuck whetheryou find it or not,

all ofyou chip in,

and ifl don't have the moneytomorrow,

l willfucking killyou!

Fuckyou...

l will fucking find you, arsehole!

l will fucking find you, arsehole!

PART 1 SYLVESTER, MAXAND 1000 EUROS

MORNING OF THE NEXTDAY

Hello.

Damn it,you've got a nerve...

Haven't heard from you for ages, Sylvester.

Have you read the morning newspapers?

l don't read newspapers.

Just soyou know,theyfound 2 men shot inthe chest, shotto hell.

So,what do youwantfrom me?

l wantto getthe chinkback, with thewhole package.

l don't dealwiththis anymore. l wastransferred to anotherdepartment.

Send your guys and l guarantee

that by dinnertime you'll be happy.

l do not relyon peoplewho work in a buildingwith slantingwindows.

l needyou,therewere cops. Do you hearme? Therewere copsthere.

ljust don't get it. Whydidtheyhaveto shoot at my people?

l don't want anything, l don't need anything,

l wantjust one thing: to provide formyretirement.

l won't letyou down, you knowme.

-When did he disappear? -Yesterday.

Drive to Max's, he will tell you more.

Max is on holidays.

His honeymoon is over, l was talking to him.

- What? He got married? -Yes.And collectyourtoys.

Haven't seen you for ages, Sylvester!

You are not aging,forfucksake, what areyou eating?

l was born old, Sylvester, l'm only eating young women.

- l need two,full. - l know.

Oneforyou, onefor Max.

- Doyou see him around here often? - l sawhim a while ago.

- Didyou hearthat he got married? -Yeah.

- Doyou knowwho his wife is? - No.

l never miss an episodewith her. Awondemul woman.

lfshe looksthe same as she does on TV, l would eat herwith pleasure.

l don't watch soap operas.

So don't watch soap operas, watch her. Watch and you'll see what l mean.

Ok, l'll watch.

Sylvester, she likes red roses.

This one is also blocked.

Nonsense, it was all OKyesterday.

Unfortunately, now it's definitely blocked.

Howmuch do l haveto pay?

lntotal 83.14.

lfl don't take brandy, cigarettes, how much forfuel?

Count everything, l'll pay.

No,thankyou,there is no need, but... l'lljust drive home and come back.

Don'twory, it's not a problem forme. Please, l'll takethese rosestoo.

- Thanks a lot.Thankyou. - Not at all.

- Thank you. - You are welcome.

- l'm Caroline. - Sylvester.

Shallwe have some coffee?

l've got some businessto take care of.

10 minutes.

We'll drink some coffee, so l don't feel like l owe you.

OK.

Don't say anything! l'll kill that bitch myself.

- Congratulations! - Who is this for?

l dunno. Maybeforyourwife.

For mywife?

Are you taking the piss, Sylvester?

Fucking look at what l'm wearing!

l can't get into myflat 'cause that bitchwouldn't let me in.

Have you got a cigarette?

Have you been to Bronius?

We have to visit Vova.

Who's Vova?

Vova... Vova is a dead man.

Talk, you piece ofshit, because these are the last words l will hearfrom you.

Sasha!

Which Sasha?

Sasha,the fat one...

- Doyou know him? - l have nofucking ideawho he is.

The address?

- Inthe lofts bythe market... - Number?

On the second floor, opposite the restaurant. It's definitely not me...

Forfuc_s sake!

- Haveyou got a belly? - Seems like l've got one.

-Who isthisTom Waits? - l don't know.

Whythefuckdidyou buy it ifyou don't knowwho he is?

l didn't buy it, itwas given to me.

So, is it your birthdaytoday?

Awoman gave itto me forsome reason.

- Didyou finallyfind a girl? - l didn't saythat.

Well, there's nothing wrong with chatting someone up.

l didn't chat anyone up.

l got acquainted with a woman, we had a coffee, she presented me a CD.

That's howyou should have started the stoy.

Anmay, nobody gives gifts by accident.

There's nothing between us. l've only seen her once.

So, what, haven't you screwed heryet?

- Max, she is a marriedwoman. - Sowhat?

What does ''so what'' mean?!

Would you like it ifl was banging yourwifewithoutyou knowing it?

Don't fucking exaggerate. We are partners, Sylvester!

Ofcourse, l wouldn't like it. But l'm talking in general.

lfsomeone,who l don't know,was banging mywife and l didn't find out,

l wouldn't give fuck about it, cause l wouldn't know about it.

lfl didn't knowit, itwouldn't bother me.

There's moreto it, Max, it's a matterofprinciple.

You want to say that you wouldn't bang a married woman even ifshe wanted it?

Because ofsome shitty principle?

This principle is far from shitty.

l divorced with mywife, because someone was banging her for half a year.

When l found out, l didn'tfeel so great.

lt's a shitty business. Shitty!

l don'twantto be a shithead, that is whatthis principle is about!

But you fancied her, Sylvester?

l did, so what?

- But ifyou didn't have longto live? - So,what?

Well, ifyou knew that you were going to die, your principles wouldn't change?

lf, if, if...

l bet athousand eurosthat a man's principles would change inthat situation.

l don't thinkso.

-Athousand euros! - OK.

Athousand euros?!

AskVova ifhe has ajack?

-Vova, haveyou got ajack? - No.

Cut that shit out, bitch. Where are the keys?

lnthe car, inthe car,fuck...

Wow, wow, wow, so fucking far, so fucking good.

- Sylvester, ourVova knows more. - What's that?

lt's betterto see it ratherthan tell.

Yeah, haven't seen something like this for a while.

Guys, you know, l swear, you know, it's not me.

l don't carewho it is anymore. Get inside.

- But, guys, listen... - Lie down,forfuc_s sake.

- Would you screw a married woman? - What?

lnthe arse,forfuc_s sake.

l'm asking ifyou were ever screwing somebod_s woman?

- What? -Am l not making myselfclear?

l don't understand the question.

Are you fucking deaf?

l'm asking you ifyou ever fucked a married woman.

Guys, you know, l wasn't screwing around.

You've definitely got something mixed up, l don't know anything.

What the fuck does ''l don't know'' mean?

- Isthe question too dimcult? - No.

So, answerme then! There's athousand euros at stake.

- Guys, get me, l... -Answerthe question!

Guys, l don't know, you know, probably no, l wouldn't.

l don't know. No, guys, no, no...

l don't know. No, guys, no, no...

Forfuc_s sake, athousand euros...

PART2 THE DEATH OF THE SILVERCRANE

THREE HOURS EARLIER

Here... Three...

Fucking three? l said twenty!

l can'tfind anymore, there's nothing at home.

So, search somewhere else, you faggot! Give me the cards.

l've cleaned eveything out, there is nothing left.

You betterfucking search faster, 'cause if l don't get the cash bythis evening,

l'llturnyou into the cops.

lfl turnyou in,then allyoufuckers will gotojailfora longtime!

You get me?

So do you love me?

What are you saying? l love you! l'm happy!

Naughty boy, how could you, l'm still yourwife!

Cut!

Here's that brandyyou asked for.

l don't need brandy, l need a doctor. Lookat myleg!

- Does it hurt a lot? - No, shit... it feels great.

Kiesha, what the fuck are you talking about?

lt was always OK, but now l'm not suitable?

l don't get it.

There's nothing to get here.

Television needs tits, you don't have them.

lfyou wantthe lead role, you gettits.

Howwill l getthem?

Simple, like eveyone else, go to a fucking surgeon.

You fucking nuts? l can't even imagine howmyhusbandwill reactto that.

Monika, l don't give afuck about yourhusband's reaction.

l've got plenty ofmy own problems, and you are bothering me with yours.

Television need tits.

lfyouwantthe lead role,you gettits,

and ifyou don't want any problems, you take the roles that l offeryou.

That's it.

Saywhat we wrote, othemise l won't be able to edit it.

Wow, bonjourno! Wait, wait...

What are you staring at?

Why didn't you lockthe door?

Me?You came here first, you could've locked it.

- What happened to her? - Fuck...Let's goto herplace.

l can't really, l have to finish the casting.

What doyou meanyoufucking can't, l will shove yourcasting up yourarse!

Go, hold her! He'sthinking about casting...

Vita, Vita, stop, wait!

What?

An entire human hand, covered in blood, caught on thefrontwheel!

Oh,wow, howthe fuckdid it getthere?

C'mon, sort it out, l haveto go.

Kiesha, l won't sort it out.

Are you stupid? l have to go to Vita's.

l can't, l will be sick.

Zenka, ifl don't catch Vita, we will go tojailforavey longtime.

Andwhen we get tothejail you can vomit.

Sojust sort eveything out and give me your car.

Waiting forAdolfas....

What is this?

l need a bag, somethingto keepthis in.

- l'm askingyouwhat is here! - Better don't look!

Zenka, are you mad? Where didyou getthis handfrom?

Just don't ask, it was under the car.

Underwhich car?

Underwhich? Underwhich? Under that car.

Zenka, l can definitelytell you now, that we are going to jail.

Whythefuckdidyou bringthis hand here?

- Wherewas l supposed to put it? -Where?Where? Throwit away!

Where to throw it away? In the street?

l dunno, in aforest, in a river, anmhere.

Normally l wouldn't askyou, but l badly need some advance payment.

After all l've seen?

Vita, Vita, Vita... We had an agreement.

The agreement is cancelled!

All the actors are approved, l agreed eveything with TV station,

the only thing missing is your sponsorship.

Are you a fucking idiot or are you deaf?

l just said that l won't participate any longer!

Forfuc_s sake, Vita!

Vita,what do l haveto do to get at least part ofthat money?

This mineralwaterhas to be inthe hands ofeveryactor,

and must be seen in eveyshot!

Arewe agreed onthat?

Yes, but l need money in advance...

Here is what we agreed.

l willwalk...

Forfuc_s sake... Get out, dickhead! Andyoutoo, bitch!

-Who isthis idiot? - Fuck, that's myhusband.

l'll fucking showyou... Get out, dickhead!

Fucking idiot! Get awayfrom the car! Leave the car alone!

Stop...You stupid fucking dickhead, you're fucked now...

- Hello. -Where areyou?

Fucking where? l'm fucking catching hands in the river!

Ok, l gotthe money, getyourselfhere.

- No,youfucking come here. - l can't,your cafs broken.

How is it broken?

lt's completelyfucked up! Understand? Just come here.

Fucking hell...

PART3 A7500 LITAS SOAP OPERA

Right... andwhat about me?

Really, he said so?

Listen, it wasn't like that, he was hitting on me.

What? No...listen, l can't talk right now.

Call me afterabout 20 minutes, 'cause l'm seeing him this evening.

Ok, bye.

- Hi! - Hi!

- l orderedyou a coffee. -Thanks.

- So... - What?

So,tell me,what's up?

l needtits.

At last, l've been telling you this the whole time.

Tell me how.

There's nothing to tell - you go to the surgeon,

choose the size ofthe implant and that's it.

And which size is yours?

C. But you can choose any- D orF.

The bigger the boobs the more obvious the_re fake, though.

Did it hurt?

Thanks. And how much did it cost?

Ten grand, including eveything, you know.

- Ten thousand? - That's the price.

You can lookforsomething cheaper butthenyou'll riskthe quality.

Where will l getthe money?

Tyyour husband.

Ok,then you can do it myway. Bytaking a loan.

Ofcourse, it will take longer, all the papemork, but it's betterthan nothing.

So here's the clinic's card.

Go there, theywill give you a discount.

l must go towork.

- Bye. - l'm so gladyou've madethe decision.

Right nowwe have reduced prices for breast augmentation.

The operation will cost 8000, but with your discount it will be 7500.

So what size are you interested in?

Does it affect the price?

No, all sizes costthe same.

Please, take this.

lt will help you to understand the services that our company provides.

l thinkitwill make yourchoice easier.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Monica.

What's the matter?

Monica, give methe damntowel, l don't have anythingto clean upwith...

Hereyou go.

- Where were you? -At work, we were shooting.

-And howwas it? - Ok.

- l thinkl'm gonna get one more role. - Cool.

Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, l have somethingsto do, l'll be backinthe evening.

l needtotalktoyou.

Ok, we can talkinthe evening.

lt's really really important for me. Get dressed, l'll wait.

So?

Max, l need some money.

- Howmuch?

What?

l need it badly, l could payyou back little bylittle eveymonth.

Whythe hell doyou need so much?

l don't want any arguments, l just want you to like me more.

l likeyouthe wayyou are.

l don't feel good, l don't likethe wayl look

so l've decided to get breast implants.

Are you stupid? Huh?

Don't...

Whydoyou need a biggerfucking chest?

Well, because l have a small chest.

Yourchest isfine.

No, it isn't, Max, it isn't.

Andthat'swhyl need money forthe operation.

Seriously? Over my dead body.

My career and mywhole life depends on it.

l want to act, l want to get backon stage.

So get thefuck back on the bloodystage.

Whythefuck doyou need bigtitsforthat?

You don't want me to look prettier?

You look prettyto me, othemise why the fuck would l have married you?

l wantto be happy.

Yeah right, you'd be happy with some plastic instead oftits?

lt's not plastic, it's silicon.

lt makes no fucking difference.

Andyou haveto payseven and a half grand forthat shit.

That's fucking crazy.

lfyou don't give methe money l'lltake a loan and payforit myself.

- Take what? -A loan. l'll take a loan from a bank.

You takethat loan, l'll stuffthat loan upyourarse andfuckyou hard.

OKfuckme, but give methe moneyfirst.

- Where's my lighter? - l don't knowwhere your lighter is.

-You could take outthetrash. - Take outthetrashyourself.

Thefucking bankis gonna buyhertits... damn.

Monica, open the door, open the fucking door, l needto get changed.

l won't openthe doorunlessyou promise to lend methe money.

C'mon, open thefucking door and we'll have a talk.

First you have to promise.

l'll promiseyou fuckall. l'm standing in mydressing gown

like some kind ofqueer, so open thefucking door.

Max, l wantthetits.

l'll buyyou those fucking tits, just open the goddamn door.

Max, l wantthetits and l wantyou to buythem forme.

Monica, l paidforourwedding, forall ofyourfucking dresses,

forthe honeymoon, for all the goddamn trips

and nowyou're talking to me like this.

Max, you only see yourself.

You onlysee yourselfandwhen l need some helpyou don't help me.

Youwill missthe moneyorwhat?

Yes, l will missthosefucking 7500 which youwilltuckin yourbreasts

andwearforthe rest ofyourlife.

Openthe dooryou cunt, orl'llfucking kickit down.

No, l won't open it, Max.

l wantthosetits, l needthose tits.

Buy methetits, l wantthose tits, l wantthosetits...

You know, l need those tits,those damntits, areyou short on money?

Howmuch do theycost,you moron, can't you support me, huh?

Should l borrowthe money myself?

You made me hysterical about the damn tits...

ls somebodycallingforme?

l don't know, maybe...

Monica, openthe damn door... Iet me in.

l won't unless you promise me.

Answerthe call, forfuc_s sake.

- It's Sylvester. - Who?

A guy called Sylvester.

Ok, bitch, nowlistento me carefully.

l have to leave right away, l have some urgent things to do

and l can't come in becauseyouwon't openthe damn door...

l can't come into myfucking home...

l swear, l'llthinkaboutthe money

and those plastic things you want to put inside your body.

But baby, l begyou, openthe door... please... please...

No, Max,thinking is not enough.

Open the door, you fucking cunt... Open the fucking door...

No.

Fucking hell, l'll kill you. This is totally out oforder...

Don't say a word, l'll kill the cunt myself...

PART4 JACKIE CHAN, RICEAND SILICON

I Ok, so thetruckcomes in the chinkcomes out,

youtake him andthen l come by.

Whythefuckdowe needthe chink?

We're here for the stuff, not a fucking chink...

Take it easy, no panic, understood?

- Ok, staycool, man. - l'm cool.

All right now... you're taking the stuff...

Thenyou get intothe carand leave.

The stuff, the car, leave...

And ifthe chinkis afucking karate man?

Like fucking Jackie Chan?

Who's fucking Jackie Chan?

Don't you know Jackie Chan? Don't you watch any fucking movies?

Maybe they brought some fucking Japanese retard?

You're the fucking retard, man.

Jackie Chan is Chinese, not Japanese.

How should l fucking knowthat? Chinese, Japanese...

Allthe chinks lookthe same.

Look, we've got it...

Ok now, don't fucking panic.

Easy, hands behind your head... hands behind your head.

Donce,take the case.

- Fucking hell. - What?

-The case is cuffed. - Towhat?

The case is cuffed to his hand.

Sotake the chinktoo.

Guys, l havethe keys...

Hey, dead man... Did l askyou anything?

Put your hands behind your head. Higher.

What thefuck is going on?

Vova, fucking hell... l got hit in the leg...

What thefuck is going on?

- Thatfucking bastard hit me in the leg... - Give it to me...

Vova, l'm gonna die...

l willtake care ofyou, easy, mothemucker...

Easy?! Myfucking leg was hit!

C'mon, l'lltakeyou tothe hospital...

Are you fucking crazy?

Doyou have the money?

l'm cool, all l'm saying isthat we had a different deal.

l did myjob, l getthe cash and l go onvacation right away.

l'm cool!

And bring him something to eat, 'cause l didn't give him anything.

'Cause l haven't eaten myself.

Ok, ok, right. l'll bring thefood andyou are coming here, right?

Ok. l'm cool...

l write scripts.

What scripts?

You heard it, dumbass. Movie scripts.

- What movies? - Movies for TV...

l told some guya couple ofstories and he likedthem.

Then he asked ifl couldwrite some more.

- What stories? -About life.

Do l also appear inthose stories?

- More orless. - More orless?

Are you fucking retarded?

The names and surnames are changed.

Onlya part ofthe stoy is left. That's all.

That's all? Haveyou everasked me if l wantyoutelling my stoyto some guy?

Damn it, Lika! The stories arejust soap opera and that's it.

Millions of people all over the world watch those stories evey day

and nobody cares ifthe_re fucking real or not.

Sowhythefuckareyoutelling them

ifnobodyfucking cares ifthe_re real or not?

l don't know. They seemed interesting for me.

- You knowwhat? - What?

Fuck you!

Damn it, Lika. l told you l hate itwith eggs.

Go fuck yourself ifyou don't like it.

How manytimes have l told you that eggs are no good forme.

Drink it yourselfifyou want it and make me one without any eggs.

Canyou make a drink without anyfucking eggsforonce?

Give it tothe chink.

Well, Jackie Chan? Will you have a drink?

Wanna eat?

Lika, buyhim some rice, l have no idea what else theyeatthere.You hearme?

Buy it yourself, l have fuck all to do with it.

Lika,you get dressed and getthefuck out ofhere to buy somefucking rice.

Doyou hearme?

Fuckyou and your rice!

Watch your language, bitch,

and rememberwho's wearing the trousers in this house.

Atrouser-wearing fucking poet, go and write some lines about the chink!

l won't saythis again - go get dressed and go buythefucking rice.

Fuck you!

Fuck off.

Are you sure it's here?

l don't know.Vovatold me that it's somewhere aroundthe lofts.

-Are you hungy? - Huh?

- l'm asking, areyou hungy? - Nope.

Myfriend, couldyou buyme lunch?

Remember, you owe me a thousand euros.

Yeah, l knowthat, sowhat?

lfl knewthiswas goingto happen l would have brought myfuckingwallet.

Ok, l'll giveyou some cash, but l ain't going anmhere.

Youwant meto go? Lookat me, l'm not dressed properly.

l can't gothere.

l'm vey interested, why?

Thinkwhat you like, but l don't go to cafes orrestaurants orbars.

l don't get it. Doyou have something against Asians?

l likeAsians.

ljust don't goto public eating houses on principle.

You're fucking crazy, man.

How many damn principles do you have?

On principle...

- Good afternoon. - Hi.

Take a seat.

l'd liketo make an orderto go.

Chicken with mushrooms and sea cabbage.

Ok, 18.50.

Keep the change.

Thanks. Take a seat, it'll take a while.

- Thanks, but l'll stand. - OK.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

l'd like ricefortwoto go.

- Just rice? - Just rice.

6.2O

- Take a seat, it'lltake awhile. - l'll wait.Whatthe fuck...

Something's wrong?

No, everything's fine.

lt'sjust that l've neverseen a gayguy in a Chinese restaurant wearing a robe.

Let's eat.

Lika, what is this?

lt's what you asked for.

But it'sjust rice. Where's the meat and vegetables and stuff?

You didn't askforthat.

Lika, can you do anything right just once in your life?

ls it so hardto understand what l mean?

l asked youto bringfood, and you don't understandthat ricewon't be enough?

You should askthe chink, he understands youveywell.

l don't know ifyou're married but l guess it's a woman... eat!

l guessyou have awoman and ifyou do you understand me completely.

l knowthatyou see and understand eveything.

You're a fucking whacko.

Sasha, he doesn't understand a word you're tellin' him.

Well, maybe he doesn't understand my words,

but he understands my feelings pemectly- it's universal.

Ooh, fucking poety.

Listen to us, we're getting smarter everyfucking hour.

You'll never understand this.

Open the door.

Do it yourself. It's foryou anmays.

Can'tyou seethat l'm feedingthe chink?

l don't give afuck, that ain't myproblem.

Lika, you're asking for it.

Oh, fuck!

Why did you shoot you that bitch?

l made it even between us.

Shutthe fuckup!You wanna gotoo, likeyourladyjust did?

Mothemucker...

Wow, did you get your bitch those plastic tits?

What?

l asked, did you getyourbitch those silicone tits?

Yeah.

Well, how much?

l dunno.

Don't gimme that shit.

You gotyourbitch a pair ofsiliconetits

and you don't know how much they cost?

She said she gotthem forten grand.

Get outta here.

Ten grandfora pairof fucking siliconetits.

You heard that, Sylvester?

l don't know much abouttit prices.

There's nothing to know. My bitch is asking forthem too.

Seven and a halfgrand.

This dic_eed here paid ten. You're fucking nuts?

You don't like big breasts?

l liketits. l reallydo, l simplydon't like silicone ones.

What's the difference? It's inside, you can't see a thing.

Ofcourse you can't seethem, butyou canfeelthem.

There is a difference, a rather significant difference.

You don't see it, butyou know

that there's some shit inside your bitch's tits.

Some fucking plastic.

You touch them, you stroke them

and you fucking keep thinking that there's some fucking silicone inside.

Would you fucking pretend there's nothing inside?

l don't know, l've neverthought about it.

Sylvester, have you ever seen silicone?

What doyou mean?

Have you ever seen silicone in its purest form?

l have not.

ltwould be a sin to miss an opportunity

to seethe siliconeforten grand, wouldn't it?

You're sick, you're fucking sick, you knowthat?

l've never seen anyone cut into a girl's tits.

Why in the world would you need that silicone anmay?

l'lltake it backto mybitch, so she canfucking see itwith herown eyes.

You're sick, Max! You're sick!

l'm sick?

Well is it not a sickthingto pay ten grandforthis shit?

That is vanity, Max, andthe biggerit isthe more expensive it gets.

But what youjust did here is sick, sick!

l don't give afuck.

You tell your bitch about yourvanity.

l betyou'd spend a week onthe street afterthat.

ls thisfuckerOK?

You putthat shit inside yourwifeforten grand.

Was itworth it? Was itfuckingworth it?

She wasn't mywife.

- What's that supposed to mean? - The fucking obvious.

She's wearing a ring.

She was married.

You telling me that your bitch was somebod_s wife?

Yes.

You're fucking nuts? Do you know where you're going?

Where didyoufuckin comefrom?

Hey! You're OK?

l'm nottotallyOK...

l can see that, sicko. Mothemucker, you're luckywe didn't killyou.

- Sasha, stop! - Get inthe car.

Good morning, arseboy.

-You'refucked up. - l'm fucked up?

-Yeah, you're fucked up! - We'll see who's fucked up.

You'll be buyingyourbitch a dildo. Shewon't have anything tofucksoon.

- Youjust tythat mothemucker. - Ty? Ty l will...

l'll tearyou apart mothemucker.

l'll kill you mothemucker.

PART5 SYLVESTERS GUN, PRINCIPLESAND 1000 EUROS

They're foryourwife?

Come again?

The flowers.

Oh, no,the_refor mycolleague. Hejust got married.

Would you like some?

No, l'm on duty.

Oh... That gun, must be yourduty?

l'm an omcer, but l don't cary it allthe time.

Perhaps when you're alone, naked and in bed.

l have anothergunwhen l'm naked.

What caliber?

lfthis one is 9, the otheris around 18.

l've nevertriedto getwith a man who has an 18 caliberpistol.

You're a married woman.

You didn't askifl'm a happilymarriedwoman.

That's not my business.

Don't hide it, Sylvester, l attract you sexually.

We've just got acquainted. We didn't even have a coffee yet

and you're alreadytelling me that l like you.

Doyou often paywomen's gas bills?

l paid foryour bill because l don't usuallymeetwomen

whose credit cards get blocked.

You're one ofthose men who showthattheylike women.

l'll take that.

Whenwasthe lasttime you danced, Sylvester?

Excuse me?

l'd liketo dancewithyou.

- Where? - Here.

We're in a gas station.

So what. l've never danced in a gas station.

l don't dance. Listen, l've alreadytoldyou-

you're a married woman. l don't want anytrouble.

Sylvester, l'm not asking you to sleep with me in a gas station,

l justwanttothankyou.

ltwas so close. He nearlycut myballs off!

You're a lucky man.

lsthat ajoke?

He's real crazy. l toldyou.

- Get out. -What's upwith you, Sylvester.

What's wrong, Sylvester. What are you looking for, man?

My police gun, l put it under the papers. It's not here.

Lookunderthe seat, maybe it's...

l've looked under the goddamn seat, it's not there.

Get out, get out, sit down.

lt's her, it's her.

Sylvester, l wasn't expecting to see you.

Where's my gun?

Let me go,you're hurting me!

l'll hurtyou even more. C'mon, showme.

- Where? - There on the table.

Three bullets are missing.

Could you move out ofthe away, l can't get through.

l can't.

l said l can't getthrough, couldyou move the car aside?

Don't you understand asshole? l can't.

Faggot in a gayrobe.

-Who is he? - Myhusband.

Forfuc_s sake, Caroline,you fucked up yourmanwith mypolice gun.

l wantedto scare him.

With three bullets?

What did he do toyou? Whydidyou do it?

What did he do to me?

Lookwhat he didto me.

l got money, here, Sylvester, please, help me, l don't have anything else...

What are you doing Sylvester?

Sit down.

Max what are you doing there?

-Who is he? - Howshould l know?

- Where's your bathroom? - There.

Who is he?

Fuck.

Tell mewhat's going on.

lsn't it obvious?

This stupid bitchfucked up herman with myservice gun.

Where are his things?

- Which things? -All the things.

Hewent away on a holiday, avey long holiday.

Where did he go?

What's the fucking difference?

l'll have to say something, l'm still his wife.

To Rhodes.

Where is Rhodes?

ln Greece.

He wasn't fond ofGreece.

Forfuc_s sake, Caroline, l don't care about his likes and dislikes,

youtell mewhere he went.

Listen, Sylvester, it seems ratherweird that a man went on holiday

to a placewhich he hates.

l don't give a shit who he was.

That's your problem and your responsibility.

Max don'tjust stand there, give me a hand.

Hang on. l don't get it.

Howdid she getyour gun?

lt's afucking long stoy, l don't have time forthat. Give me a hand.

Wait a second.

Here liesthe bodyofsome dumbfuck, whowas shot withyourgun.

Right nextto him sits this dumbfuc_s bitch,who somehowstole yourgun.

l don't understand a fucking thing.

Alright, Max, we'll deal with this.

We? l'm not involved inthis and l don'twantto get involved.

We're colleagues.

We're colleagues at work, but this is your personal life.

When you cut that slut's tits l fucking didn't do a thing.

That slut's tits weren't yourfucking business.

l saved yourfucking balls.

Without me you'd be carying your balls in you hand.

Without me you'd be carying your balls in you hand.

Alright.

But first, l havetowin mythousand euros back.

- From who? - From her.

What ifyou lose?

l'll owe you fucking two thousand euros.

Wouldyou fucka married man?

- Sylvester, what's going on? -Answerthe question.

lt's not a fucking swinger party.

l won't ask you three times, bitch,

answer- would you fuck a married man?

l don't give a shit ifa man is married or not.

Zero zero. We're even, Sylvester.

Where's the case?

lt's alright. See foryourself.

Who's he?

He's handcuffedto the case.

l don't need anAsian. Listen,we had a dealfora case only.

lfyou don't get along with him, you can set him free. Cash, cash!

Here's part ofit.

What part? We had a deal that you pay all ofit.

The deal went wrong.

What doyou mean?

l meanthat l didn't ask forafucking chink. Get it?

Damn it, Caroline, what the fuck? Where's my money? Where's my money?

Listen, l'lltake him nowand bringyou the moneytomorrow.

You're fucking crazy, the bitch is taking him.

You'lltake him when l receive all ofmycash. Get it, bitch?

-Alright. - What's alright?

l'll bring you the moneytomorrow.

You fucking hury, l ain't waiting foryou any longer.

Max, is that yourwedding suit?

Congratulations! Give my best wishes to your wife.

l will.

Sylvester, long time no see...

ls eveything alright or did l miss something?

Eveything's fine.

You're too fucking nice today. Where's that guy?

ln thetrunk.

- Oh,that's Sasha. -You know him?

Do l knowhim? Thisfuckerwas screwingwith mywife.

With who?

With mywife, Lika.

You're telling me his bitch was yourwife?

What do you mean 'has''?

She's still mywife, wejust don't live together, but we're not divorced.

l gotthat bitch a pairoftits forten grand.

You seen her?

No, we haven't.

- Hi, honey. - Hi.

What are you doing here?

l'm makingyou a milkshake.

l'm wondering whether l should put an egg in it or not.

Don't.

That's what l thought... Especially when you hearthat l'm pregnant.

What?

Yes andthe child isyours. Promise me thatyou'll neverleave me.

What you're talking about? l love you. l'm happy.

Bastard, how could you. l'm still yourwife.

What are you doing, Leokadia?

l'll shoot both ofyou!

No...

No, no, Leokadia!

Don't say anything! l'll kill that bitch myself.