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IT CAN PASS THROUGH THE WALL

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loosely based on "In The Coach-House" by A.P.Chekhov

Here, you roll the dice.

- Five-one. - She's gonna beat me.

I've got some reliable help here!

Four-one.

Four and one here.

Four-one again.

God, it's cold!

Listen!

Maybe his mother got home.

Who screamed?

They've brought the flag.

- How are you? - Fine.

- Are you coming in? - No, I have to go to the dentist.

God forbid!

Getting a front or a back tooth out?

Come, Alecu, leave Sofia alone.

Say good night, we're going to bed.

- But I want to stay. - You can't. It's late.

Children need ten hours of sleep.

But I want to stay up a bit longer.

And I said I'd show you the hoop thing.

Brush your teeth, show us and that's it, to bed!

- Too much learning ain't good either. - It's a shame.

He'd stay up the whole night writing. I'd see the lights on.

Ready!

- Where did he take the children? - To her mother, Costel told me.

So it was planned. He sent the kids away first.

Look!

You're worth millions. Euros, not Lei.

Wait till she grows up and starts swinging those hips.

Now let's go to bed.

- Good night, Sofica! - Good night!

Take the blouse off.

- Go open up. - Okay, Fane.

Are we selling something at the flea market?

Yes, in the morning.

- But what are we selling? - We'll find something.

Who is it?

Get the blind man, get his eyes out! It's me, Fane.

Welcome!

Let's play some backgammon.

Move your dick to the side so I can squeeze in.

Get into bed.

New game, right?

Were you there? How's it looking?

His mother's a mess. She looks like she's gonna cry to death.

God forbid.

His father's better. Sitting quiet in a corner.

He left a letter. Blaming it on Daniela leaving for another.

Grandpa, come here!

They didn't get along anymore.

She left with her ex and he said "If you leave me..."

Why didn't they get along?

Are you stupid? You get along until you don't, right?

She probably left 'cause she had problems we don't know.

Or maybe she's a whore. As my mother used to say:

"A cunt will bend you lower than any wind can."

I wonder why they didn't take him to the chapel.

With this new law, you can't keep the dead inside the house.

Our time will come too!

Cut it out, I'm getting depressed!

You poor man's Marcus Aurelius!

May God forgive him!

No theological calls to redemption for those who kill themselves.

Calls? I thought you said "no balls".

His soul is going straight to hell, to Satan.

The hell it does.

I'm telling you what they say. I don't have an opinion, I'm an atheist.

But why keep him in the house? It means he's not allowed in the chapel.

- Blind man, some brandy? - Hit me!

Same thing happened to someone I know.

She put her head under the elevator and bam! Smashed.

One of those interwar period elevators.

- Schindler? - "Schindler's List".

She opened the doors, called the elevator and put her head down.

Her head got caught between the elevator and the floor.

And it got pressed so hard that it got crushed like a pumpkin.

Her mother had to bribe people so she could have a funeral service.

To say it was an accident, I mean. Not suicide. And it got done.

Wrapped her, starched her, washed... priest...

They buried her in the countryside.

There's nothing money can't buy!

Wait. After a while, someone at the cemetery goes like:

"Your daughter keeps crying under the gravestone."

Stupid supersitions, man.

That's what I think. I'm an atheist...

Thanks.

But then she says: "You're all a bunch of wankers!"

She goes to the cemetery at night, and she too hears her daughter crying.

She talked to the priest, hired some peasants and said:

"Dig my daughter out and bury her outside the cemetery!"

She gave them money, vodka, and the job got done.

Even today, the gravestone's inside, and the body's outside the cemetery.

- I don't believe this crap. - God have mercy on us all.

She didn't either, and look! She swore on her soul it was true.

That she heard her crying underneath. She had a nice burial chamber.

Made of Marmosim marble...

And it seems that on every Whitsun a black dog rips the food from her hand.

We all know what that dog is.

What kind of dog?

Oh, Sofia, you were here too!

Lucifer, Satan!

All sorts of paranormal phenomena.

Don't be scared, my dear, it's all lies, nonsense.

Just stories, to pass the time. None of it is true, sweetheart.

But why aren't you in bed? Come on, go to sleep.

You can't go home, there's no one there now.

Scared of who?

The dead man can't harm you, no reason to be afraid.

You should fear the living, Sofia, not the dead.

The living mess you up. Look at me!

Cut it out!

You're with me, with Mr. Bondar, with him...

Look at this thick wall here. Touch it.

Nothing can pass through.

See how thick it is? Nothing gets through. Four meters thick.

Made of wrought iron, by the Germans. I give you my word.

Alright, then.

Alright, let's go to bed.

Say good night.

Good night, Sofia.

I want to talk to mummy.

I'm glad I saw you.

I want to come to you and dad.

Because I'm scared of the dead man.

There's a dead man here, at the neighbours' I mean.

She wants to talk to you.

A young man died in the building. He killed himself, don't know why.

Hanged himself from a banister. I don't know, he had problems.

Of course I didn't take her to see the dead guy.

I'm off.

I don't want to give her a bath tonight, it's cold and...

- Don't pinch anything, blind man! - You maybe, like you nipped those books.

...Alright, I'll give her a bath, yes.

Fat and stupid. Go fuck yourself.

Hello, yes, I'm scared.

He's not staying with me.

He's playing backgammon with Mr. Bondar and some blind man.

- And he's drunk too. - Not true.

He is.

I'll tell him. Love you, bye.

Mom said you should stay with me and stop playing.

Alright, my rose, but I can't leave those guys alone...

- Come on, go to sleep. - But I'm scared.

Let me turn on the night lamp.

Better? Come on, good night.

Let's say "Our Father".

To the East, like that.

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,"

"His Love to guard me through the night,"

"And wake me in the morning's light."

Amen.

Now your guardian angel is with you.

How can you imagine such a thing?

Cohorts of angels will guard you.

Poor dead men.

The wind!

I can't see much. It seems like they layed the dead on the table.

You could see something by the curtain.

Legs on the table, particular shoes.

Maybe they're embalming him.

The morgue.

Let's have a decent game.

You roll.

Very well. Let me see.

I don't want to stay there, I want to stay here, with you.

Alright, dear, go there on the couch. Grandpa will come and tuck you in.

- What grade are you in, Sofia? - First grade.

- Are they beating you at school? - No.

The beatings I had... Standing with my knees on walnut shells.

Isn't it better to stay in the bedroom? The wall's farther away there.

- But here I'm with you. - My sweetheart, how she loves me.

Come on, put you head on the pillow. Let me tuck you in.

You're not scared anymore because we're all here, right?

Good night.

Good night, sleep tight, Don't let the bed bugs bite!

Thanks.

Take them.

- How much? - Four-one.

- You're not lying, right? - Sure, now I'm cheating on a handicapped man.

Fine, roll again.

Me again. Where's one of the dices?

I don't know, I rolled them both.

- Well, look for it then. - How can I look for it?

Wait. It was here.