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Translation and processing: Sind�aM. Novi Sad

January 1975 There is turmoil in the streets.

Murder is a common thing in the divided a city where gangsters draw borders with blood.

Although I don't have much understanding for the Catholic faith

We never got Viktor or religious fanaticism.

I am deeply convinced that he just wanted to

to be ripe and responsible member of society,

that he was loyal to the crown and dedicated to his mother.

He suffered.

Because... they didn't understand him.

It hurt him. This kind of life hurt him.

His father, James, was of no help in that respect.

So slow and shy. He barely moved his shadow.

James, do you remember when did we find that girl in the shop?

The bed is stiffened with the baby lying next to her.

He remembers that Willy Mar stood next to her with a gun in his hand.

He took a step forward

and cut the navel with a knife.

Girls of 15 or 16 years old. Without the slightest feeling.

Victor, don't look for women, okay?

K R V N I K

Well, guys, do you think you are strong enough?

The country is full of enemies, Darki. - That's what I heard too, son. That's it.

You want to try it on this one?

Little room, guys.

Or it will be still a good son�i�.

Ivon, Willie... pick it up and place it against the fence.

Come here stinky ass.

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Bullshit.

Elizabeth? Elizabeth?

I am the one who lived after death.

And here I am, alive... - Oh, Jesus.

And live forever, amen,

keeping the keys from hell and death

said the Lord. The Book of Revelation, first chapter, second verse.

And I say; bro,

listen to the word of the Lord.

Because either he will be saved,

or cursed.

On the seventh day according to the letter,

He will judge you.

And the righteous will be at His right hand

and damn it burn in hell.

I never did video something like that.

They cut off his penis and cut it into pieces.

You'd think they did ground in a meat grinder.

And his head was left behind as if they raised him like that.

It seems almost as bad as you.

Did you talked to someone?

As usual... "Cause death to be determined" and everything else.

It doesn't have to be Albert Einstein to understand what he died of.

The man looks like a cold cut.

"Cause of death to be determined," my ass

They don't want to find out What happened. But, well...

What is that? - Preliminary autopsy report.

How did you come up with that?

I have a man who works in the morgue

who is respected by all journalists.

And he is the only one in this one a city that appreciates journalists.

Shit, look at you.

Jesus, he can't not even standing�.

A great journalist!?

Big shit drunk man - journalist.

That. "Puncture wounds on the chest and limbs, but not deadly.''

"Cut tendons on left hand... not lethal.''

"Knife wounds on the neck arteries, tongue cut off at the root.''

This is deadly, I'd say. - Give me that.

Jesus, tongue cut out? - Dear God, those guys are interesting.

Can I should I rewrite this?

Here you go. I wouldn't want to stand on the way to a great journalistic career.

Listen, I have to go.

See you for a drink around seven. - Good.

He is the State Secretary called for peace in the region.

In Portadown, 20 people was admitted to the hospital

after the explosion bombs in the city center.

Because of the bomb in Belfast experts analyze suspicious devices,

and in the Londoner the drawing operation continues...

So, mom? - Oh, Viktor.

A few pounds which I saved for you.

You are ba� good son, you know that?

Your food is in the oven.

The body of the victim was removed after...

I saw you downtown how he looks at that preacher.

You listened carefully. He said that he will be saved. I guess it will.

Did you hear something? - I'm nothing. It must be us.

It falls into trap for sure. - Yes.

I'm a mom. - Hurry up, it must be Harry Worth.

It's Ivon and Willi, i have to go - And what?

It's okay. - Don't let him get into any trouble.

"Nobody me won't catch, dude"

Did you Did you watch the news, Viktor?

We're fucking famous now. The old five.

"Responsibility for a brutal murder not a single organization took over."

We're a fucking organization! The famous five.

They never say "cut" though.

"Beated to Death", but never "cut".

He will say.

Let's go, fuck it. - Let's go.

Oh! There you are.

Give us two whiskeys, will you? - Two whiskeys, sir.

Look at those two?

Military intelligence.

More are military flatheads. They wouldn't even cross your grandmother.

(English accent) Assistant-cook variant.

Sports jackets from tweed and matching ties.

Lucy, you can see your headlights.

They are aimed at you, Ivor.

Any news on the murder? - Um?

No, nothing yet.

In any case, don't get too excited.

It is the fourth murder this week. We can't keep up with everyone.

This is it different from the others.

Different for you.

You still haven't told me what happened last night. Wait... Herbie Ferguson is here.

Herbie!

Herbi is from criminology. He could tell you something if he likes it.

Hi Herbie, come. Take a few moments for us.

The man who always finds little time for the press.

What do you need, Kopinger? - Anything new about this morning's murder?

Call public relations. Did the bartender go on vacation?

I have nothing to tell you, friend. - Come on, Herbie.

That bastard went home, put on a pajama and fell asleep peacefully.

Just one more in a row, Kopinger. - Who cares, right?

It hurts me.

What's wrong? - It's a crusade!

Wait a minute. Do I know you?

You are new Lewis Lane, right?

He and his wife are came a year ago.

I introduce him to the local channels. - I know all the channels here.

how are you then I don't know?

One, two,

three, four,

five...

It takes ten fucking steps!

Five bastards is enough for me. - It's not worth talking to you.

There is potential here, Darki.

The Scarlet Pimpernel and his friend? Forget it.

You know who I mean. To young Keli.

He has talent we need one like that.

Just to practice it.

In my opinion, in no case.

Come on, Mac Clare, see� that it is a devil.

So, Viktor Kelly head and chin.

And an extra leather jacket.

I know what Viktor is dreaming about. That tells me everything.

Level, luxury, power.

Those are the key words.

And then there's this.

Superior style and sophistication.

Yes, 007 for Victor.

The fucking Bond car.

Cabriolet roof, alloy wheels,

and quadrophonic stereo.

Here.

D�oj Street.

Turn right.

Here? - Here.

Palestine Street.

Now right again.

Ad�inkort Avenue.

Fuck everything if I know how it works.

You swallowed a map of the whole city?

Him.

We're going to fuck your mommy.

Special delivery.

Fuck he got home.

It's time to party. - Take it outside.

'Come on man!

Saw, here you go. - What?

Yes Testera, come and let's prepare little cutie� for his wife.

No problem. Nasty!

You fat bastards...

What's your name, son?

Mr. - What the fuck?

Mr. Mc Galness.

kill the bastard fuck his mom!

Well, come on, who is it? see in the magic mirror?

I see your friend Ivan.

Come on Ivan!

And your friend Vili.

And here it is your friend Darki.

Come on, Darky!

Give it here.

Finn!

Ivan.

You broke my foot fuck you!

Something is hard in him - Skull, probably.

Victor glanced around to too many beautiful women.

They chased him all the time.

And I believe that this woman, Heather, incitement to evil.

When you look at her it melts like butter.

He said he did attracted her laughter.

And I am knew what attracted him.

Two melons and sweet girlish voice.

She took advantage his boyish nature.

He had that gift.

He knew how to make you laugh.

He mocked the neighbors,

and played big gangsters which he saw on the posters.

But he was brought up,

it never did raised his hand to me

and I don't know anyone who loved his mother so much.

Although I stretched out a couple of times kai� according to his tour

what was hard for me, but that is part of the parents' duty.

Please...

kill me

The police blocked it the area around the road to Lisburn

after it was found the body of another man.

The first reports indicate that it is James Francis Curran,

was the victim of a night attack

who participated in the last few weeks.

A group called "Bloodheads"

drove fear into the bones of the whole city with their ritual murders.

The police are asking for information from anyone who knows anything What about the perpetrators of these brutal murders.

From reliable police sources we learn that the killer or killers

they show psychopathological disorders.

Listen to this; "Local sources describe the leader of the gang

as an attractive and demanding man the fanatical devotion of his followers.''

Can we talk?

Do you know how many women I sleep with? because of facial injuries and broken ribs?

Do you know what they tell me? "I fell down the stairs."

He must be wondering if anyone does he believe in those stupid explanations?

I didn't think... - Then it was my turn.

"Oh, my God, Elizabeth, "What happened to your face?"

I said the same thing; "I fell down the stairs".

But people still stare at me. - I was drunk, I'm sorry.

stop please I know what he will say.

It's like yes I listen to all those women;

He said he was sorry that he will never do it again''

And I tell them; "If he did it once, he'll do it again."

I will never see again. - Look... I almost believe you.

I never realized how much it was it is difficult to follow my advice to them;

"When he hits you, turn and walk away."

I can change. Trust me.

"I can change."

One of the things that the man always talks.

i love you

That's another one.

Wicked bastard.

Thinks that the sun, the moon and the stars revolve around it.

He looks like a stranger. - It could be said that it is.

Knowing who his father is.

They say he's a good guy.

Don't. - What?

Just don't fuck it. - what's looking at me like that?

How? - A sad parting look.

With a look of farewell from me.

The one "for all the beautiful ones the moments we spent".

I have no idea what he is talking about.

Will he introduce me to him?

What?

Do I have to tell you everything twice? I told him to introduce me to him.

Then it is find out for yourself, damn it.

He had big eyes could see through you.

That night, Ivon and Vili they were cut off from him

almost all the time, and without they didn't know what to do with him.

Viktor was not like that.

Eyes like an X-ray, fantastic lotion after shaving, and the famous leather jacket.

A new lotion every week.

It couldn't be said that he drinks a lot, and even cigarettes...

He had a golden Danhilov lighter.

He was like a cigarette. You never knew what to do with him.

Oh, my God. - Let's care.

I think it could be done say that I was charmed by him.

That's true. I never even hid it.

He could have made you they say they just look at you.

That first night at the code McClary at a party,

I could lie down with him right there on the sofa.

You could feel it pain when you think about it.

And he would you joked about it.

He could have waited until you said, "please Viktor, I can't take it anymore".

Belimarfi.

Andytown.

Falls.

Arduino.

Strand Beach.

Let him go, it's Saw. He's just head over heels.

Everything is always right with you, Willy. Leave Tester to me.

Saw, come here.

It's time to do something, to get things started.

What do you need, Victor? - Nothing in particular.

Routine work, knees.

Some kids are they robbed an old lady.

Take care to maintain order and peace.

I don't know, I've never shot anyone. - Just be precise and careful.

Make a good impression.

I will tell you. If you do this right will be in charge of public relations.

Here.

All right?

Hello, Viktor. - Hey Framez. How are you guys?

Not bad, Viktor. It's not bad.

Ivan, does he still make good cocktails? - Yes, the best.

Well, guys.

I hear you are did you rob a grandmother?

You took everything from her.

Never that they wouldn't do, Viktor.

You are seen how you spend money.

We are friends, Viktor.

He knows me. They wouldn't take from each other.

You are grave robbers, dammit.

Grandma could have died. Bad circulation!

You could have drowned her.

Enough.

Three seconds to say the truth or you are traveling with the devil.

Shit, Viktor, I swear. I don't know anything about that.

They would say we were broken into. We didn't do it.

We don't have that crazy heads to do it.

No, no. Today we have knee-jerk, guys.

Lie down guys.

You take Frames, Tester. A bullet to the knee from behind.

No problem. 'Fuck it. Get up.

Victor, you know me. Never I couldn't bear the pain.

Lie down, Frames. - I'm sorry, Viktor.

Don't be a stupid bastard, Frames.

Ivonne! Bring him back!

Jesus Christ! For God's sake, Testera!

Are you out of your mind? - You two, lie down.

Shit! - Do it. Shoot them in the fucking knees!

Here. - Ryan. Some gunfire.

Just shooting?

Jesus, next time I'll say she exploded atomic bomb. - Very nice, Dave.

So, Herbie, night again?

Bullets are not enough for you young butchers?

Don't be like that, Herbie. he is a sensitive man.

Two to the knees and one in the back and head.

Shit. - Follow me? - I'm just doing my job.

I have a wounded man. - I'm fine, don't worry.

Listen, I'm really sorry. - Don't do it with those childlike styles.

Truce. Listen to the man.

You already told me that you were sorry. - Just give me a minute.

Jesus, I'm leading the injured man to the hospital.

I want to explain to you. - Come on, please.

just a minute damn, is that a lot?

Jesus!

the rougher the better, is it dude?

Get out of my way. - Did someone eat your cookies?

Got a problem? What did I do to you?

You don't even know me!

I know many like you, son.

Did you want them cut into pieces? Some more blood?

It's hanging on a hook. Great war reporter.

Kopinger is the same. - He's not quite the same as you.

Kopinger is tired and he doesn't want to see blood anymore.

But you want and can wait.

That's the difference.

They are Nazis had good ideas, Viktor.

People seek control, for someone to take it over,

to decide on them... What to do with their lives.

He will give you his life and cry of happiness if he takes it.

Wretches without determination.

We must do something, fuck the others.

The people in this town are screwed. They don't know what they want.

Last will be first and the first last. - See me?

This city is mine. - I knew that as soon as i saw you Fate.

Everything should be taken from them. - That's what he tells me.

Do you know what they say? - Tell us, Viktor.

That my husband is Catholic. Menu. My dear.

This city is ready to drop… - Should I have ten children?

Should I bark? about discrimination?

Is it yes kissing the Pope's ass?

"After that it was written on her forehead

the mother of debauchery and horrors descend on the earth''

Fucking Catholics.

We will do it slowly. I mean, not in a hurry, it's not good.

D�eronimo.

"And when he opens the seventh seal...

there was silence in the sky.''

Silence in the sky?

You are not a man fuck it, McClare.

You and pussies like you, hm?

What about the photos? which one did you show me?

With you and the English one boys in bed.

Work, Victor.

A job.

Looking for an opportunity and then use it�.

For example... do you know they exist reporters asking about you.

He's kidding me. Who the fuck are they?

Say it. Never again I didn't arrange a journalist.

See, Victor? A job.

He is becoming a great man.

Let them investigate. Growing in public opinion.

Victor Kelly... the man and the myth.

It's in your interest.

Fucking journalists.

Pull again.

All right.

That's how it should be.

That's it.

Here we are.

We are.

We are Billy's boys, boom, boom...

Where are you from, Herbie?

"I'm waiting for you like a real word", Testera. Get in the car.

Am I you almost said I love you.

Get in the fucking car, McGrath. - Okay.

Frames McCray was killed in the warehouse,

and the other two who were shot they won't say who did it.

Someone saw Testera in nearby, so Herbie presses him.

The tester will not speak surely he is even threatened with death.

What's in the folder? - Data.

Where are you from? - From Herbie.

That Herbie is really good. - He told me not to show them to you.

He said, ''Don't show this to some crappy amateurs.''

Don't praise me anymore I know what I'm doing.

They know some players who could be associated with murderers. At least to see their faces.

I'll remember that. - Herbie wants them back as soon as possible.

This one... is not bad.

Maybe not your type. She is her own game.

The address is on the back. She was roaming around town a few years ago.

What is it? Does he know her?

Not. - That's what I thought.

Keep your eyes open and remembers faces.

what's wrong with you?

- Is that you? learned from my wife?

You both think so I can't even drink alone.

It's Kopinger.

Is it?

All right? - Good luck, Viktor.

You should have seen this asshole. ''Security?'' he said.

''It's mine to worry about about security.''

I said to him, "Fuck security? This is security, you bastard.''

Here, Ajvor, get yourself a drink. - Thank you, Viktor.

Flaps, give the people there a drink.

We have something else for you, Viktor. - It must be my birthday!

What is that? - Too many stories.

I was just asking. - Shut your beak.

I was just asking... - He wants me to gag you.

Hey, Viktor, do you know what it is both women and fathers?

Both have to work.

Did someone ask you something? - Okay, I'm just...

Only this, only that. Come here, Ivan.

You're a dumbass. 'Let's worry there.

Give us a drink. Are you without hands, maybe?

Or your leg related to the piano?

Come on Heather, sit here.

Sorry, I overdid it.

Sorry, okay?

Well, I shouldn't have asked - No, no. You are my doll.

Come here, Heather.

Heather. - Hello, Darki.

Oh, Darky.

Big Dark Lar�.

What does Darka want to drink? Have a drink with us.

Going home with me? - Fuck off.

Come on, get your coat.

Crazy guy for sure. he just can't stand up to him.

It's okay, Viktor, never I didn't pay attention to the requests.

What are they looking for?

You know. That your dad is Catholic.

Victor! - What is it, Flaps?

It's the police in front of his house.

Fucking Flaps. Let's go, the car is behind. Ivon, Willie, check out front.

Where is the car? - In front.

Let's go.

Hello, Herbie. - Victor.

How's it going, Herbie?

Not bad, son, not bad at all. - He wants to have a drink, man.

Not this time, Victor.

I think this one times I lead you.

You are in a very awkward position position, Victor. - Why do you want that?

What would he say if we have a man here? who will testify against you.

No one will testify against me.

The saw seems to me like A man who would testify.

That must be it nasty situation.

I saw him the other day.

Blood was running down his face.

He looked like he was hit the ground.

You want to wait for your pension in those crappy shoes.

He knows what it's like to lose all compasses? It ended up in a cistern.

He can't do anything neither to hear nor to see.

Nobody survives more than an hour or two.

He's hallucinating�. Go crazy in your own skin.

But you know that, Victor.

I want Testera he felt it in his cell.

To get used to it,

to glare at him and when he closes his eyes,

to stare out the window at the sun all until it burns as if it were in the desert.

That's why I think I will break and that will mean everything.

Victor? Victor?

Am I right?

All that I can say it...

yes i do Sorry for him.

Good girl.

While Viktor was in prison his father never came to see him.

That man is thought only of himself.

And then there is that one A woman came to see me.

She wanted to sometimes go visit instead of me.

To see him with his head down.

It must be thought they wouldn't understand.

I don't know why I came. - She just wants to meet you.

It won't eat you.

Whoah! - Stop it.

Oh hi guys. - Good afternoon, Mrs. Kelly.

Guys, go to the kitchen. The cakes are on the table.

Great, thank you very much.

I will sit down with ours go to the living room.

She doesn't have beautiful hair.

When I was your age I could sit on mine.

Just put it down.

How much longer Do you live here, Mrs. Kelly?

Your appearance is not the best either.

It should have more feeling for your figure.

You need a dress that is small longer and more open at the waist.

When I was young, I wore the clothes I sewed myself.

It's like pome.

Is that you, Mrs Kelly?

You're not from the city? - No, I'm from the south coast.

Yes, I went there on honeymoon.

How are you? do i look like the picture?

You look great nice and polished.

She would never say that I was in she is five months pregnant with Viktor.

If there is a beautiful one everything shines on your figure.

All women from mine families are like that.

And Mr. Kelly looks beautiful.

You noticed that right away.

He didn't look bad, It seems to me.

Hardly yes I knew him.

Look at him though. Trickster.

He never looks at you. He is always in a world of his own.

There is no need to go to prison to see Victor.

He has the right to one visit per week. I will go. - I want to see how it is.

It's good. He doesn't need new problems.

The first time I heard your name, I told myself "problems".

I always wanted him to have a permanent girlfriend. Someone I can trust.

Whom I can trust.

And then you came.

On which everything hangs, who doesn't even wear a bra.

Go home girl.

Go away.

Halo? Halo?

Who is that?

It's you again.

My dear, fucking husband.

Are you drunk again?

Go to hell, Ryan. go to hell.

Thank you very much.

"She went to the sea".

I remembered who are you girl

I remembered.

for heaven's sake he doesn't go on a trip.

There are 30 minutes. Just talking, okay?

If he hits it� we're all in bad trouble. - Just a few words and that's all.

He sweats like a pig.

Come on, before someone sees you. - Give us one each.

Fuck... - Come on.

Fires.

Saw.

Well, Viktor?

I was waiting for you, Viktor.

I have a video your face in the window.

Quiet. I wouldn't want to someone overhears a small conversation.

Nobody here He doesn't hear anything, Viktor.

Nobody sees anything.

None of them know how far I went that night.

Is he thinking about Frames?

Me and Framez let's go down the road...

You shot Framez, Saw, do you know that?

The police found out and they asked me about you.

Herbie, and others. I... I would never tell them.

I know you wouldn't, Testera.

You and I are friends, Viktor.

I will tell you one more thing.

I like this place. It is peaceful and quiet.

Nobody has the need to talk.

Don't you either, Viktor.

I saw your face in the window. Only it wasn't you.

Never to them won't say anything?

Never to anyone I won't say anything, Viktor.

I think I'd better lie down. - Yes, lie down.

You and I are still always friends, Viktor?

Yes, Testera. - It's good.

So.

Thank you, Viktor.

So.

What the fuck are you looking at?

I'm talking to you, puffer.

Are you deaf?

I said, What the hell is he looking at?

I don't know what he's looking at but it's certainly not you.

Get out of here leave the man alone.

I already thought that I have a problem.

With him? He would fall flat on his ass to just touch it�.

See. A woman can too to overcome him.

Can I buy you a drink? - I have mine.

Bacardi and Coca-Cola.

Just to sit down. I will not be chatting with this guy again.

I see that she knows him.

It's easy with those.

He always goes home drunk.

The woman doesn't talk to him, He lives in a world of betton pictures.

It will be shy tomorrow came to apologize.

And then it will continue to drink again.

And it will be even worse.

Pretty cruel. - But exactly.

Here you go. - Thank you, honey.

Ambassador. - Please?

Cinema Ambassador. I saw you there on Friday and Saturday evenings.

I don't remember. - I remember.

You always came to the Ambassador and sat on the balcony.

You were throwing away lit cigarettes on the floor.

Yes, maybe.

That was a long time ago.

What's his name�? - Ryan.

Was your father a swimming teacher? - One of the many jobs he did.

Where is he now? - He's dead.

I'm sorry That's what I hear.

Were you close?

I tried not to I repeat his mistakes.

AND?

I did it a whole series of others.

Would you like a drink now? - Yes, he can.

What the fuck?

I know it, I know it. That.

Seriously. - Yes.

Then fuck off!

How long already living in the city?

A few years.

Are you married? - No. You?

Separated.

Then it would be the same it could also be said for me.

Who is he?

A politician?

Why does he want to know that? - I'm just interested.

Come on, why are you interested in that? Are you a cop?

Of course not!

I have to go.

Maybe we'll see each other again? - I don't think that would be good.

I will definitely come.

65 pence.

Thanks.

(TV) ...there are many passers-by injured by �rapnels...

Fuck you, Darky, you scared me to death.

He won't let me invite in?

Well, it's hard that she could to stop you, right?

The bodies were taken to Royal Victoria Hospital...

what is happening with you, heather?

what is happening with me?

what's going on with you?

Everyone is wondering, "What about Darky Lar?"

Have you decided to retire? To dig a garden? Draw�?

You used to be was a great man.

I don't know.

It's like I'm tired.

Every time they shoot someone, I look at the newspaper...

I always see the same man.

He has the same suit, the same hair color,

the same wounds in the same places.

When I close my eyes always I see the same fucking faces.

I just can't see his face. If I see him, then I see my face.

Since when did you leave with fucking Victor Kelly.

I can't do it there to help you Darka.

It just happened and I fell in love.

He will kill me.

It won't kill you.

I saw me looks at it more

and I could to see myself dead.

Darky, he has to calm down.

Otherwise it will smoke, he understands.

I left the house.

Where are you now?

A little bit everywhere.

it's ok I will not stay here, for sure.

Stay the night.

Please.

They never had anything against Viktor.

They kept him in prison out of spite. Two months and three days.

That was after �it is Saw killed.

I don't know nothing about the murders.

Those are all lies.

Mom?

Is there anyone?

Go out with your head up hands or I enter!

Weather forecast for the next 24 hours.

Southwest wind, strength...

James Francis Curran.

Don't think that I don't know what he's doing, son.

You are nobody and nothing just a little shit.

Viktor, son! How are you?

are you ok

James!

James, What did you say to him?

Let's go from here to the mother's pussy! - Okay, Viktor, what is it now?

Are you just deaf or are you also stupid?

I was just asking. - Shut the fuck up and drive.

See you tomorrow, Mik. - Hey, Jim.

Gypsy Street.

Sunny Street.

Highpark Avenue.

Where are you running, boy?

He's coming with us. Nice little trip.

You are not very fit. A little running and you're out of breath.

He will be in shape when he will be with us for a while.

Enter the whale limp.

Halo?

Halo?

Who is that?

Is that you, Viktor?

Hello, who is that?

What are you doing here?

You watched too many movies.

He wants to introduce me your friend, heather?

This is Rajan.

What is Rajan doing?

I am a journalist - Excellent.

Excellent.

I'm McClure.

Give us a drink, Heather.

What do you do?

A real journalist. Always at work.

I'm just curious.

Ah, everything and everything.

Communications, one could say.

Some kind of technician.

Something on TV?

I fix things.

Rajan.

Ryan?

Now I know.

Write a feuilleton about boys who cut throats.

And you are friends with Heather?

Surprises never end. - Don't start with those stories about slaughter.

Don't know anything else? The papers are full of it.

Keep your beak closed.

What do you think, is it in is it someone who is disturbed?

I thought before. - What do you think now?

He's not really disturbed.

But what is it?

I have a feeling that he does it for a reason.

He wants them people are crying.

They show everything they can do.

They fortify the city as its own territory.

Who knows.

In fact, they are paying you.

And the other journalists do not they beat their heads a lot about it.

I wrote something and finish the job.

I would prefer that put in classified ads.

I don't. - No.

You are different.

You are more of a caring type.

I will tell you something.

I am a man who there are tentacles all over town.

Everything that reaches me, it will be yours too.

There is one question. - Which ones?

Who is Viktor?

Not so fast, Mr. Rajan.

Not so fast.

I have to go.

We will be in touch.

I promise nothing.

How could that be? didn't you say ``what is he doing''?

I don't know.

We didn't talk about that.

Didn't we talk about that?

If he tells you so, sir.

Just leave me alone take it easy for a while, okay?

What is Willi? What is he doing?

I don't know. I know Viktor. It's been inside all day.

I'll go yes I'm talking to him.

He knows that it catches him, Heather.

And he can't either to talk to him.

He takes care of all things. - But he doesn't care about me at all.

We have a traitor.

There is an informant among us.

Judas.

Our goals are betrayed,

and find the largest secrets revealed.

It's a whistleblower in this room.

I hope it will to remain without arms and legs.

And that he will get cancer.

I was fine hard to admit to myself

that he is one of us

sold his brotherhood.

Come here Flaps.

Sit on the chair. - I would never do that, Viktor.

I swear to God. - Sit on the chair.

I swear to God, Viktor, I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything. I swear to God, I didn't.

Viktor, Viktor...

Get rid of this shit.

Why did you do that? Flaps could not be an informant.

Someone had to to get a bullet.

What?

Someone is had to be sacrificed.

'Let's break up.

Halo?

Halo?

Who is that? Halo?

I have some information for you.

Who is that? - Fuck you.

They will be arrested. - Who will be arrested?

Killers. Executioners. Some of them, actually.

They will pick them up next week. Only... the main one will not be arrested.

What does he mean�? - He should know that.

You have the same taste in women. Like a steak, for example.

I don't know what he's talking about.

By the way, I saw your wife the other day. Doctor.

She has a nice butt. Beautiful and fucking.

She has nothing to do with this. Don't bring her into this.

Everyone has something to do with this.

are you ok - Of course. Why wouldn't she be?

I don't know. - Do you even care about that?

are you ok - I did.

Good.

Good.

Then bye. - Hello.

Where are we going Viktor?

Turn left here.

It's a dead end. It's closed for years. - Go straight then.

There are only docks down there. - Just do it, damn it!

When I heard that they were all Viktor's friends arrested,

I knew it wouldn't happen stop with false accusations.

I didn't hear a word about Viktor for weeks.

I started to believe that he left the country.

But my heart is said that it is not so.

We won't shit seat, I hope.

When she arrived news about arrests,

my husband turned to me with a desperate grimace on his face,

as if he wanted to say, "What did I do wrong?"

But I never did she did not regret it nor did she find consolation for it.

That day I decided that my husband it will not see the light of day again

except �what �in him bring food and clean clothes.

I was brought up that way I couldn't completely reject him.

Here we are, Viktor.

Food and everything she is needed down in the kitchen.

Nobody comes here. Just don't go out anywhere.

I'll let you know when the air will be clean.

Pistol. - You won't need it here.

Fuck it.

Here.

I need something else. - What?

Journalist. The one who writes articles about me.

I want to see him. - I don't know.

I have to check.

I want to see him.

Halo? - Well, Mr. journalist...

It's time. - What do you mean?

Viktor wants to see you. - Where?

Go down to Baths in Tomb Street.

If you hurry, maybe and managed to get to know each other.

Gypsy Street.

Sunny Street.

Highpark Avenue.

D�ojeva Street.

Palestine Street.

Ad�incourt Avenue.

Sevastopolska street.

Linen Hall Street.

Tomb Street.

What are you doing here? This is my statue.

What is he doing here?

I know you.

Yes. I know you Kelly, Catholic bastards.

You're the guy who drinks stories in the newspaper.

No!

This is Darki Lar�.

Say goodbye to Darki. Ah, just a minute ago he was still conscious.

Well, I hear that you asked about me.

Heather told me so.

Darki was dating Heder before she met me.

Don't kiss Darki.

Come on... one nice spit.

Where did you go?

So, I heard that He wants to know everything about me, huh?

So...

Now he knows.

Write something about this in the newspaper.

Come on! Write something in with your fucking newspaper!

kill me...

by God...

please...

kill me

Jesus, what happened to you? are you ok

i'm fine I'm not hurt.

What happened?

I can't to talk about it.

You could have himself to be killed.

I don't know.

Well, probably because I'm a journalist,

I want people to know.

I feel that I have done something.

I'm really proud of you.

I wanted to change something.

I know.

Would you...

returned home?

I mean, would you wanted to come back�?

I'll think about it.

It's not the same anymore.

I'll think about it.

I know the day and the hour James had a stroke.

Because I'm a woman which was born by accident.

In the hospital, I was told by Fr lack of oxygen in the brain

and consequences which are caused by it.

After a week James came home in a wheelchair.

Never again he could not say.

Caring for a disabled person is a bitter experience for me.

Change him, feed him and wipe him saliva from his ungrateful mouth.

Hello?

I have some information for you.

Viktor will be finished soon.

What do you mean� "done"?

Who will do it?

You know what I mean when I say "done". And who will do it is none of your business.

Why are you talking to me then? - Well, he can prevent that, if he wants to.

It will be tomorrow before the parents' day houses. He can warn him.

Maybe he's telling Herbie. - Someone has to stop him.

That's right. You have a difficult decision ahead of you.

I'm not responsible for that. - We all are responsible for that. See you tomorrow.

Viktor, son! Does he want to break my heart!

I thought you were a ghost. How are you?

Oh, son. You are as dead as a branch.

I have something for dinner in the kitchen. It's a little warm.

I was always worried about you. Especially since those friends were arrested.

Dad had a log...

I'm shaving it now. - I'll do it.

It won't. Sit and wait for me to heat your dinner.

Don't be like that, you won't I guess being like that towards your mother.

I'll shave it, mom.

Well, if you really want to, here you go.

I will prepare it for you something for dinner.

Don't.

You did it all, Dad.

Very nice you did it, son.

I almost always do I cut. A woman's hand.

I'm used to it, mom. And now I have to go.

Just what you did! - I know, I have to go.

I need to meet with some influential people.

I can't talk to you now. - And what? Come on.

Even dad is glad to see you. - Yes, it certainly is.

He knows that I am the most important he has already done things for his country.

It has a bunch of articles cut out from the newspaper. Is that right, dad?

You didn't do that, did you?

The man who didn't want to move little finger to see his son in prison.

I have to go, mom.

Come back soon, son.

"No one will catch me"

Don't be shy, Ryan.

You had the strength to shoots poor Darky.

He asked.

He asked?

Won't it?

And he asked.

My Victor is was a good guy.

He had a lot of friends. Come to the funeral and you will see.

Just come to the funeral. Come.

And don't listen to those lies.

That the police don't know who killed him. They know!

They know!

Okay Sergeant...

I know that he won't say anything.

Congratulations. You are one of us now.

See you, Ryan.

K R A J

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