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- Hey, Jewel...

get out of there.

Please.

I have a good sandwich for both of us.

Aren't you hungry today?

Your stomach hurts a little, huh?

I warned you, but you never listen.

Hey, hey... hey, man!

So, don't you blame it?

Too bad, it's me who eats it.

Salmon, you don't like it. You would like caviar.

You're on a diet, right?

Get out, Brutecki! Your father is here.

- Fuck you, I don't have a father.

- Brutecki. You really are a shit bag, you.

But I'm going to clean you up anyway.

When I'm done with you, your soul

will be as white as that of an infant.

- What are you, sir?

A cureton or a shit eater?

- Ah, much better than that.

I am Saint Peter in person.

And I open the doors of paradise to you.

You smell like toilets!

Where did she come from

all this rot, Brutecki?

- You're right, I'm a real shit.

You just have to try to clean me!

- I'll take care of it, fool. Do not worry about that.

Enough joked.

Welcome to paradise, my boy.

- And don't walk your ass around here anymore, eh?!

- Assholes!

- Welcome to Gura Nera... Mr. Jerry Brutecki.

- It's Brutetski.

- Oh, are you Polish?

- No. - English ?

- No.

- I see, you are Mr. Nobody.

Follow me please.

- Your curriculum vitae is very impressive.

Twenty-three armed robberies,

28 pickpocketing, 31 burglaries...

Three divorces!

You were caught urinating

in Westminster Square

and you have been the guest of Her Majesty's prisons six times.

- Seven times.

- Excuse me, I was wrong.

Tell me, my friend...

do you know why we sent you here?

- Someone will shut the mouth of this little motherfucker?!

I can do it on my own, you know.

What are you doing to them brats?

Are you cutting them up alive?

Aaah!

No!

- Of course.

- For God Sake!

- Tut-tut-tut! Did you ask?

- I never ask.

- Here we ask.

- Who are we asking?

- We're not closing that window.

- Our friends from the West showed up

generous as usual.

We will be able to repair the roof with that.

- We will give him the necessary tools

right now.

You are in an orphan hospital, Mr. Brute.

You are here to fix the roof and make yourself

useful. Are you listening to me, Mr. Brute?

Mr. Brute...

Each week, you will show up to the prosecutor,

but you will remain under my full responsibility.

Is that okay with you, Mr. Brute?

- No.

- Good!

- Get out, kid!

- Hey!

It's a girl.

Take it easy, she's schizophrenic.

- Ah?

Fucking Gura Nera!

Shut up ! Hey ! Are you going to shut your mouth?!

Ah!

Bitch!

- You had better stop him, otherwise I will blow his face!

- Do not approach him

otherwise you will kill her. Don't touch her!

- Next time, I'll spit on myself!

- It's the disease of orphans!

It's not his fault!

- She's a little slut!

- Hey, Mara... is that enough for you?

- What does it mean ? - That's a lot of money.

A large sum. English money.

With that, you can buy everything.

- You are so smart, Ion!

- Hey ! Is your name Mara? - Leave me!

- Hey ! Mara!

Slut.

- The nurse...

What's her name ?

The nurse...

her name is Mara?

- Ah, Mara...

- Yes, first, I take a good shot...

and after, ciao! - Ciao?

With me ! OKAY.!

Hello, Romania!

- Go for it.

Oxygen.

I said: oxygen!

- We don't have any more!

We're out of oxygen.

You have to look at these photos.

Please, Babits, watch.

In these photos... - Get out!

- We bought this medicine with your money.

Children think it's a

miracle cure from the West,

but that's only vitamin C.

That's all we could buy!

- But there was more than that, money!

- The rest is gone. But you will soon be able

read in your newspapers how

our children survive thanks to you!

- I did not understand everything there.

- Drop.

- Mara...

Mara!

- Why did you come here?

To fuck you.

- What can you be silly. - I know.

- You don't know how to do anything. - Oh yes, do you think so?

I am an expert in all things.

You can feel it, eh?

Hmm...

- No, I don't feel anything.

You are an expert in theft and brawl.

You are nothing at all.

You pity me! - I think I hear my father!

- You think our poverty suits you.

- Mara?

- What ?

- You want me to get out, right?

- Be careful in this room.

AIDS. Moscu has it, too.

Hey ! I asked you a question.

- You are free!

I'm calling Sincai! Get the hell out of here!

- Maybe I don't want to.

Maybe I like this fucking place!

- Ah!

- You bastard!

Where did you put my gun, huh?!

Hey... did you see what you did?

You just have to die. I don't give a fuck!

You're gonna stop your circus, yeah!

I ask you to stop!

Please.

Quick, do something!

- Elena, that's enough.

- But you're crazy! She is dying!

- Hey ! You wanna tell me what is it

what the hell?

- She has nothing.

- It doesn't make any sense!

- It's true.

- I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Brute,

but I must ask you a question.

- Enter, please.

- Mr. Brute, you had the delicacy

to borrow money from me.

Can you give it back to me?

- I'm sorry, it is out of the question.

- In these conditions,

I will make your asshole bigger.

- Ha! If that's what turns you on, boss...

Ah!

- These tickets were intended, Mr. Brute,

to medicines for children.

- And the gun, is it for children?

- You see... the country we live in

is very strange, Mr. Brute.

He sends us thieves to his

hospitals to teach children not to steal.

- You only have to complain to the Minister of Health.

- No.

I prefer the prosecutor.

He will be happy to meet you.

- You're not going to do that, chief...

- Han Han.

- Good. I just got an idea.

I want to give you the money back.

Ah! Aaah...

- I'm really, really sorry, Mr. Brute, but...

I ask you to move

slowly, with great care.

- I will remember that ..

- Tell me, where's the rest?

- I do not have it.

Serious!

- Listen and remember well, you little shit!

You are nothing here! Eh ? You are very, very far from home.

And if you disappear, no one will come looking for you!

- Where did you hide it?

My gun.

Will you give it back to me?

Ah, shit! Give it to me!

Piss off!

Eat! It will cool!

Hey, hey, hey...

Children, please...

- What ?

- No meat.

- Because it's green?

- Because we are vegetarians.

- Good. So take a cookie.

Go on, eat!

- Please excuse Mr. Brute.

He is not...

he is a little disturbed.

Please,

Monsieur Brute, would you like to bring some wine

to our guests? Thank you.

- Silence please. Please!

- Hey, kids!

One. Two!

- This one ?

Please do not hesitate.

They are all intelligent and very gifted children.

For example,

look at this one.

This one...

adorable.

- Moscu better!

- Moscu!

Um... uh...

Here, this one.

Pretty little gypsy, she's got a heart problem.

I don't sell her.

Since you do not go through the

official channels, the price is higher.

Four thousand five hundred, are you okay? Hmm?

This one costs only 3,000.

It's difficult because she's having strokes.

So she faints from time to

time and falls to the ground.

Him, it's 5,000. But for you, 4,700.

I'll give you a price.

- So you have

a family now!

You better treat it well!

- Iorgu! !!

Iorgu...

- I had an oncology professor in Paris.

He said :

"A pretty lie is easier to swallow."

Tea ?

- Well... let's drink.

- I have a feeling that you are going to ask me questions.

Bad luck, my friend,

I'm not in the mood.

And I'm going to give you something.

I haven't been answering questions for a long time.

I prefer lies.

- Lies...

Including for children?

- Damn you.

- It's a profitable business, isn't it?

- Ha! Ha! Profitable?

It's an interesting concept, in a

country where people are dying like flies.

Yes, if you... you...

you are referring to...

oxygen, antibiotics, all that...

Yes, it is without doubt...

more profitable than having to undergo...

the attitude of some... hooligans from the West.

You see,

we have learned to survive...

alone.

So ? What are you going to do,

throw me out the window?

- The night is full of dangers, Mr. Brute.

You risk freezing to death.

- The drugs you have here...

could last me a lifetime.

- As long as you live... long.

- Guess, asshole?

It's you who'll give it to me.

Go to bed, Moscu.

- What ?

Hey ! You don't touch me, okay?

- Go ahead.

Wow!

Go ahead, touch it.

- He was my father when he was young.

Good. Go to bed now.

- You're not taking me with you on a plane because I'm dying.

- Between.

Put that down.

- And you fucked with Sincai too?

- He's just my boss. - Yeah... for what job?

Tell me... how much did you get for this kid?

- Two thousand dollars, the usual rate. He has a sick kidney,

but that's not a problem in the United States.

If a child, for example, has a damaged

cornea, it is worth $ 3,000 or more.

There are even buyers for children with cancer.

We only have two weeks

ahead of antibiotics supplies.

Those who can be saved have their chance there.

- What did he do to you, Sincai?

- Sincai is a good guy.

- Hmm.

- Kiss Me.

- Ah! Stop!

- Ah, she's pretending. - It's for real!

Help me take her away.

Help me take her!

- The door!

Take the!

Doctor, do something! - Out!

Let me do it.

Defibrillator.

Ah! Nothing works here!

God is with us today.

Come on, open your eyes.

Give me grain alcohol.

That's it, my little one.

A little drop? Yes.

- I do not know. A month, a week...

What does it change ?

Don't ask questions

that no one can answer.

She will die when the time comes.

- I know how you can save her.

- It's beyond our means.

She needs an artificial valve.

- She's an orphan, isn't she? - Yes, she's an orphan.

And she will die. - So ?

Why don't you sell her somewhere

where she can be operated on?

- Who would like to buy a 12-year-old gypsy

and spend thousands of dollars

trying to operate on his sick heart?

Which ?

You ?

Hey!

It's the little twisted!

Why aren't you screaming today? Come on, shout!

Look out the window and scream as usual.

Calls out!

I can not hear you!

- Mama! Mama! Mama!

- "Mum! Mum! Mum!"

Do I sound like your mom, eh?

Hey...

Wait a second...

Open the mouth.

You're still pretending, Elena.

It doesn't take.

- You are stupid. - No it's you

who are stupid. It'll end badly one day, you'll see.

- I do not understand.

- What ? What ?

- You're a son of a bitch! - Elena...

- You're fucking Mara!

You fuck Mara! - Don't talk to me like that!

- You're fucking Mara!

You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara! You fuck Mara! You fuck Mara!

You fuck Mara! - You're a shit!

Hooray! Well done ! Well done ! Well done ! Well done!

- Okay, so tell him we're not fucking together.

- You see ?

Hey!

- "I tell you that I love you."

- You are very lucky.

Usually gypsies are married at her age.

- It's not an orphanage, it's a madhouse.

- And above all, do not try to slip away!

- Wait, what are you talking about?

- You have to love him. - What ?

- Pretend.

It will not last.

- You're nuts.

- She needs your love.

- I don't know how to do that.

- You want to kill her, this little one?

- Um... no, that's not my thing. Forget that.

- Do you like it? - I love.

- You can write him love letters.

- Ask him how much it costs.

- Who pays ? - Who had the idea, eh?

- Your declaration of love,

she must have class.

- Come on, let's get them all on board.

Hmm?

And add that on top of that.

No, you have to say something.

- Why ?

- I paid for all these things.

I'm not going to make your statement any more!

- Listen...

Listen, little girl, uh...

I have something to tell you.

I can not.

- Keep going, you're almost there.

- What a stupid story!

It's for you.

It's because...

It's because I...

- Oh, shit!

- Elena has been waiting for you for half an hour.

- I had other things to do.

- Did you find out? - What ?

- The poem!

- Sure.

What does it mean ?

- "Your eyes are like stars

in an autumn sky. "

- Tsss... What bullshit!

No one thinks of looking at the sky in the fall.

It always rains ! - You can do better ?

- Do I have the face of a poet? - Please.

- Well, for example... uh...

"I..." uh...

"I will find you beyond the seventh mist."

- Keep on going. - That's all!

It's the longest sentence I have ever said!

- No!

- Moscu!

- Did Sincai tell you to fuck with me?

- You are crazy!

I love you.

- You love Me ? So...

tell me about Gheorge.

- He was the head of the hospital before Babits.

- Is that the guy who fell out of the window?

And the little schizophrenic saw it. Did you love him too?

- He was my husband.

- Mr. Brute.

Your plane ticket. - What ?

- You are a free man. You go back home.

In business class.

- I'm not following you, Chief.

- Your compatriots, at home,

are really happy with your progress.

Send me a postcard.

- Psst!

Chief...

There is only one small problem.

- Which ?

- Ha! I like it here!

I am a free man!

- Song. - A song ? No!

It doesn't come from a song! I wrote it. Your turn.

- Shhh! Hush!

- "Your eyes are like seagulls

that fly in the wind. "

- It comes from a song!

- Exact.

Okay, now listen to this.

If you're kidding, I'm leaving.

- Brute!

Promise!

- Okay, I promise!

- Promised.

So it's good ? It's bad ?

Doctor! - Silence!

Both sedimentation rate and leukocytosis

decreased. Are these really his results?

- I took the sample myself.

- Good.

I feel like we got our mezzo-soprano back.

- So she's better?

- Love can work miracles.

Ah! Give him penicillin when we have it.

- So she's going to live?

- Yes, it's true, she will live a little longer.

But... you know, my friend, she will die eventually.

We are only prolonging his

suffering in an honorable way.

Maybe that will save us from going to hell.

But that does not mean that we will go to paradise.

- Go away.

Go, Moscu, I need to talk to Sincai.

Please... get out!

There she can be healed.

Sell ​​it.

- Is that an order, Mr. Brute?

- No, it's a request. - I do not believe.

Seeing your gaze, I doubt it.

- You see...

I am not a good person.

I have no conscience.

- Ah? Hey, this is new!

- You need people

who have no conscience.

- Finally, where are you coming from?

- If you find a buyer for Elena,

I will work for you.

- I still don't understand you.

- Please...

Hey!

You bastard!

If you don't save that girl, I'll throw you

to the police for your shit trafficking!

Ah, shit!

I didn't mean to do this.

- This time, I understand you, Mr. Brute.

- Yeah, I don't doubt it.

- Hey, you, listen to me now,

you dirty little thug, eh?

You just have to live with your

conscience, and I will live with mine.

And I'll give you another tip:

get out of this hospital while you still have time.

- And if I refuse, I risk falling

out your fucking window, right?!

- Brute, what is it?

- I dunno. Guess ?

- Gently. You only have ten seconds left.

- Not the eyes behind the back!

- It's only a flower of love.

- A flower of love? It's pretty. I like it.

Elena won!

Here is your present.

- Tattoo.

- I can not.

- Hey...

- We'll talk about that later. - How much is it ?

- It's not a price issue.

- It's a question of competence, is it?

- Yes. Why not ?

Oh I see. Our westerner has fallen in love.

I want to operate on him, but I won't promise you anything.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!

A valve transplant, you?

But that's a joke!

There is one thing you should know,

Mr. Brute, that Doctor Babits is Hungarian.

And Hungarians are all fools.

- Yes, I love you, Ion

Let's call it, if

you like, a whim.

Hungary is a capricious nation that loves

to ease the conscience of its enemies.

- Three thousand dollars for a valve.

A clutch, an artificial heart: $ 3,000.

That's $ 6,000 for one operation, just one.

We would never recover this expense

even by selling the most beautiful child

and the most blond. - It's wrong.

Some of the material would remain in the hospital.

- Martinescu, um? Epilepsy: 4000 or less.

Rebreanu, apoplexy:

3,000.

I do not know.

I have no idea.

- You promised to operate.

- Find a solution, Ion

- Maybe I have one. Mara, I have to talk to you.

- He said he was going to operate.

What are you doing here? ! Don't stay in the way!

Come on, it's okay. Go clean yourself up. And

next time you'll watch where you step, okay?

- It means nothing.

You asked for it.

- Trucks...

Welcome to Hell!

- No, don't go!

Don't go, Brute! It's no use!

Stopped!

Brute!

If anything happened to you,

you would destroy all their dreams!

They live in the hope that one day they will go with you.

- Stop!

Good.

Now take the envy away

to stick his paws in my things.

- You knew it ! You knew that, you bastard!

- It's better than morphine, I guarantee it.

- Ac, papa, ac! OK, daddy.

I will ask more questions.

They cut off my hand! !!

Go away, daddy!

Go away ! Go away!

Daddy, go away!

Go away!

- Now,

smile, a big smile!

- It'll kill her.

- Are you not satisfied yet, Mr. Brute?

- You're going to separate the brother from the sister.

- They are not brother and sister.

It's Elena who believes it. She likes to act.

- It'll kill her anyway.

She only has him in the world.

- We'll do it in such a way that she doesn't notice.

Maybe you have another solution?

- You must fall

in love with her.

This is how you can help him.

Take a walk with her in the mountain.

And while she's not here, we'll sell it.

Anyway, she has to pay her

somehow, her operation, huh?

Attention, Iorgu, a big smile for Sincai!

Eh ? Come on, Iorgu

Wait, little girl, wait.

- "Wait, little girl,

hold on."

- HM hm ?

You want some ?

Its good. Ha! Ha!

- There, you and I...

- Yeah.

Do you want a cigarette?

Its good.

- You, husband...

me, woman.

- A little smile, come on, Elena.

Oh... hop!

- Iorgu!

- Elena!

- Iorgu!

Iorgu...

- Elena!

- I am sorry. - Ion, it would be better

that you let us do our job.

- Hurry up, doctor! Quick!

- Scissors.

Clean up.

Aspiration.

Temperature.

Now start the ECG.

- Pliers.

Stop the pump.

- You are thirsty ?

Um, my little darling?

Oh, I have an idea.

Yes, I offer you a drink and...

we will go dancing.

Hmm?

Ha!

What shit!

- He studied medicine in France. That's why

which he did not have the right to practice under Ceaucescu.

- Who forbade him?

- Sincai, maybe.

Or people like him. What does it change ?

- Sincai...

He smuggles weapons on

the pretext that they are drugs.

He sells children.

He sells little children!

It's true, he buys drugs, but not for

this hospital. And Gheorge is dead

because he wanted to end his shit trafficking.

How did you manage to live here?

- My place is here.

I was born here.

- Ah, the gun.

I didn't know you had it.

Hey...

Mara...

I'm gonna... Mara, I'm gonna go.

Do you want to come with me ?

- We'll see you in paradise.

- You're going to get the hell out of me right now!

Get the hell out of me! Do you think he's not a real blond?

Don't you like him?

I don't need people like you!

I can take care of myself!

This place, this building...

will become a hospital again! Eh ?!

I don't need you!

Get the hell out of me!

Screw you!

Get out! And be quick about it ! Pull yourself up!

A fake blond! What do they know about it, eh?

It's true, we bleached your hair!

They are still blond, there is no difference!

We don't need those damn smelly western capitalists anymore!

And now what do I do?

It is I who will discolor you. Yes.

No, I'll clean your head. I'm

going to rub it, scrub it until it's clean!

Go to bed ! They won't do it to me anymore.

We will clean them thoroughly.

We will never do that again. No, it's over.

I'll wash your head myself.

- Go away!

Do not follow me!

- They said they wanted their valve back.

Well I told them to go get it themselves

in the grave, dig it up!

They just have to dig, dig if

they want it, that fucking valve!

Dig, dig!

I'm not the one who will do it!

Me, I'll scrub you.

Eh ? I'm gonna clean up all this shit, you understand?

I'll get rid of that for you.

Again!

Here is my house!

Hmm?

It's my life!

You hear ?

This is my hospital!

It's my life!

It's my life ! - Leave him alone!

Ah, Mr. Brute!

I see you've finally decided

to give me back my pistol.

- Elena...

Elena...

- Brute ! Brute!

- Brute!

Machine translation from french.