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Okay...

Yes.

I don't know why.
They had everything they needed.

Forget about it. If she's upset,
she'll get over it by Monday.

I'm not coming in anymore.

Have her sign it the way it is.

Or don't have her sign it at all.

Wasn't she... Hold on.

Hang up, I'll call you back.
OK? All right, bye.

Yes, mom.

Anything else?
You're killing me with this cake.

No, I won't forget about it.
Anything else?

Right. OK, good. Bye.

Yes, babe, shoot.

No, you don't embarrass me,
I was talking to someone else.

No. Great!

No, you don't...
but I just don't want to argue right now.

Because I'll introduce you next time!

Where did you say they were?

Mom, where should I put it?

Forget about it.
We'll take care of it tomorrow.

No, now.

Hey, what are you doing?

Give me a hand and hold this cable.

Stop filming me.

If it's not working, drop it.
Nobody's watching TV.

Tudor, dear,
why don't you grease this chair up,

can't you hear how it creaks?

It's got a faulty connection,
and it keeps breaking off.

It's gonna be crystal clear.
Has he gotten up? How's he?

Yes. He wants to listen to his concert.

-Stop it!
-I was shooting Granny, not you.

You upload all sorts of crap to Facebook!

Honey, what's wrong with you two?

-Want me to repo this?
-Yeah, right, repo it...

Why were you two arguing?

Give me that remote control.

Tudor, dear, we need to set the table,
and we don't have much time left.

Did you set the chairs?
Got any other ones?

Yes, in the office,
or in the room where Jean sleeps...

Scram!

Where's Alina?
Did Vica find any batteries?

Yes, I did.
But I don't think they work anymore.

You need to throw them away,
you don't know which ones work anymore.

Where's the vacuum?
I couldn't find it in the closet.

In the bathroom we took out.
I'll show it to you.

Have Alina call Sandu and ask him
to buy some batteries. Triple As.

-Marc's gonna go buy batteries.
-No. I'm not going.

Where? Is anything open on Sundays?

Don't talk back to me.
You'll find something.

-You're a big boy now.
-So now I'm old enough?

Yes. When you asked me to buy the tablet,
you said you're old enough.

Any comments?
What about getting a haircut?

Three on one side, three on the other.

Scram!

-I wouldn't even have come, if I knew...
-Me neither.

'Cause Granny and all the other aunts
kiss me and I don't like it.

They get my cheeks covered in saliva.

Come on, guys, I need the chairs. Beat it.

-Wasn't there another one?
-It's over there.

-Let's ask him for it!
-No!

I'll do it.

Mom, come here!

Why?

I want to show you the new TV.

Who's coming with me in the basement?

Do you like it? It's crystal clear.

Ducu...

Leave that phone for a minute...

I can't do it alone.

Vica, are you helping me or not?

Didn't you ask me to vacuum?

You'll do it later.

Ducu, please, help me
bring all the boxes upstairs.

I'll come with you.

I don't know how to make
these foie gras sandwiches

you brought over. Are they expensive?

-I know how to make them.
-Has Jean gotten up?

50 euros or something like that...

Yes, he's in the bathroom.
I don't know what is taking him so long.

You shouldn't have bought them
if they're that expensive!

Or you should've just gotten one,
for a taste.

How many did you get? Five hundred euros!

Granny, it's better to have plenty.

What was I supposed to do,
get one and sneak away to eat it?

You know grandpa likes them, too.

What's your mother doing,
not coming up already?

I don't know. You can't have
chicken liver paté with French champagne.

Excuse me.

Mother, have you ever gone
through that storage space?

It's full of spiders and dust.

Why do you keep the cutlery in there?

Mother...

Where's mother?

In the kitchen with Alina or something.

Ducu, these need to be washed. Please.

You tricked me into carrying
all this stuff...

As if you couldn't have fixed
that TV later!

Didn't you insist
on inspecting the storage room?

-Who, me?
-We set up the table.

Would you have preferred doing that?
Gimme a break!

-I carried them...
-Didn't you get the batteries yet?

What do you need all that junk
in the basement for?

You've collected so much crap...

Don't you start on me, too.
You never know when you need something.

Good point, leave the sorting to me.

I'll come over
and pick through all the stuff.

-Stop it. Did you get him dressed?
-Yes. Would you bring him?

Listen, the Pope in Rome
has sanctioned evolution.

But he says God is also involved
in the process.

Turn it up, will you?

It's been a long time...

Commander, we're going out for a spin.

Don't call him that, you know
he doesn't like it. He won't go out.

He looks out the window
and listens to music.

Mom, remind me to grease up
that chair if you're taking him out.

-When's the last time you used this?
-When he turned ninety.

Look how dirty it is!

Well, he's 94,
and we're still celebrating him.

I didn't think he'd even live to see 91.
He'll be burying us all.

Anything else?
Should I make the bed in the other room?

Why do you insist on doing everything?

Who, then? I'm going.

Busy!

It's me, honey, open up!

Hurry up. We have to wash grandpa.

We should've gotten a hotel room.

Going through their room,
I almost saw her naked!

You saw her face when we discussed
the hotel. I can't do this to her.

Funny, such a large apartment
with just one bathroom...

There's a second one,
but it's used as a storage room.

-Is it visible?
-No, it's not.

-It's just the two of them.
-Two more minutes and I'll be ready.

Two minutes my ass,
you're not even dressed yet.

I left a shirt and some trousers for you
on the bed. No jeans today, please.

Mom!

Mom!

Stop that for a second, will you?

Mom!

Where's our French gal?

You'd better go wish
your grandfather a happy birthday.

She's somewhere in the kitchen.

Later, I don't want
to interrupt his concert.

-Who's my lovely sister?
-Hey! How are you?

-How are you?
-Fine. Getting fatter?

Livin' the bad life here. But how are you?

Here to celebrate grandpa.
Amazing how he's hanging on to life.

Did you bring Mia along, too?

-What's the matter with you?
-Nothing.

I mean your eye. He hit you, didn't he?

Cut it out, I don't want any troubles.

And it's not true. What do you mean?

Why don't you answer?

Why didn't you bring Mia, too?
I want to see her!

-Why are you all covered in make-up?
-I'm not all covered in make-up.

I'm wearing make-up,
'cause it's grandpa's birthday.

But tell me about Mia.

Can you raise her on your own?

Wouldn't it have been better
to let her with her mom?

You think I was born yesterday, don't you?

If you don't want to talk about him,
just say so...

And Mia couldn't stay with her anymore.
To learn what?

What's she going to learn from you?
You're all day gone.

-You can't take care of her.
-At least admit I told you he's a jerk.

And do what? Bury myself in this country?

No. I thought you could've waited more...

It was good at first. Wasn't it?

It was later that things went worse.

I'm surprised they let him come.

He beats you and you defend him.
But this is none of my business.

If you ask me, you should get a divorce.

-I think he's gonna go to jail.
- What do you mean, get a divorce?

He was all cool when he lent you money.

Or in on our holiday to the Caribbean.

-You kept calling...
-The money for my car...

...all your friends to tell them
you're flying on a private jet!

The money for my car, I thought,
was coming from you. You know?

-'Cause if I'd known...
-If you'd known, then what?

You knew, you're no idiot!

Where could I have pulled
50,000 euros out of?

Would that have stopped you from buying
that Beemer you keep showing off with?

I was happy you came.
But you've been talking crap since...

Yeah, I'm talking. The money was from him.
And you never paid him a dime back.

I didn't pay him back 'cause I thought
it was from you.

Didn't I ask you if I could pay later?

-Two years later?!
-Yes, two years.

If I'd known it was from him,
I would've asked him.

Come on, Sandu... This is not the problem.

Tell me about Mia, instead.

Why can't I never see her
when we talk on Skype?

She's seventeen.
I can't watch her all the time.

Hello!

She must have a boyfriend.
Have you met him?

Wait a second, I'll come downstairs.

Tell them... Never mind.

-See what I've done?
-Why don't you pay attention?

If you leave them all over the place...

Leave that cup,
you've been rubbing it for hours.

-Do something.
-Haven't I been helping out till now?

Didn't I carry all that stuff upstairs?

Listen!

When the time comes...
grab this coffee set, will you?

I like it a lot.
No one's going to want it anyway.

See the way she's been keeping it,
for all these years?

Give me a break
and gather up those glass shards.

We're not there yet.
You really love old junk!

Never mind, Vica will sweep them.

And just so you know, this is a Rosenthal.

Do you know how much this coffee set
and the kitchen lamp are worth?

How much?

-Oh, that's so pretty!
-Alina brought it for me from Paris.

Oh, Granny, this is so pretty!
Are these beads hand-sewn?

Beads and sequins.
It must've cost a fortune!

Really gorgeous.
Mother, did you take your medication?

It's in Jean's room,
I didn't want to intrude.

-Come on, help me out.
-Hold this for a second.

Why didn't they sleep over at our place?
We've got more room.

Well, they could've slept at our place.
We've got plenty of space, too.

Don't we have enough space, too?

It's so pretty...

Yes.

Out of the question. Can't talk right now.

Excuse me just a moment.

-Was it allowed?
-Hold on.

It was. I mean, we're talking family here.

I don't even think
an official statement is mandatory.

They couldn't have stayed at your place,
because of Ducu.

-Need help with that, mother?
-No.

-Anything else I can do?
-Did you wash him?

We wouldn't have taken this pleasure
from you, dear.

Come on, bring him,
he'll be happy to see you.

Why do you always pick on her?

Isn't she helping already?

She doesn't have to do so,
she's his daughter-in-law,

not his daughter, like you.

Why does she have to wash dad's... butt?

You make her do it all the time.
Did you make her vacuum today?

-I didn't make her!
-You didn't?

No. She wanted to do it.

She's talking through you.
She made you say this, didn't she?

Then, why did she volunteer?

Why did she insist on helping me?

Because she did.

-I know what she's really after.
-What is she really after? Tell me.

What do you think she might want from him,
that I couldn't get, as his son?

You are all jealous
'cause she's younger and...

God, you're stupid.

Stop arguing, please...
at least for today.

-You think he's awake?
-I don't know, I'll go check.

I'm the only one who speaks French anyway.

This is all I found. Are they any good?

-They're good.
-I'm getting kinda bored.

Go play with your sister, then.

I saw you gave them the tablet,
I liked that.

I can't play with them.
What, am I their age?

Let them play with the tablet alone.

Didn't you wish
for a tablet so you can film with it?

-Didn't you tell me to stop?
-I was just saying. Keep filming.

When did you say? Tomorrow?

I don't know,
I can't tell you right now. Listen...

I don't know, Mircea has to stop by
around here and I'll ask him, too.

Listen, I'm looking at... these anemone.

No, I don't think it's a Luchian.

No, it's unsigned. He would've signed it
if it had been him, right?

An oil painting, I think. Yeah.

I hope this old painting
worth something, right?

And, listen,
there's this old clock, too...

Right. It doesn't work, but still...

It's sure worth something.

And a casket... ivory, I suppose.

No, it's a wooden one.

What are you doing here? What do you want?

You don't resolve the problem like this.

It happened. We've got to help her.

"It happened"? It happened because of you!

No, it happened 'cause I was the idiot
who left her with you.

No, because you never wanted her anyway.

That woman
wouldn't have wanted you with a baby.

Listen... Weren't you
the one who turned down the abortion?

Didn't I insist to pay for it?

Didn't you insist
on raising her on your own?

Now I'll do it, you got me?
But I'll do it on my terms!

If she respects my rules, I'll help her.

That's why I took her in.
To get her rid of all your nonsense.

Is she at your place now?

She stopped by last night, wasted.

Why did you take her in,
if you can't look after her?!

-I don't know where she is.
-What do you know, then?

She's ended up like this because of you.

Because of me?

You never wanted to see her...

Have I ever asked you for anything?

Do you know what I went through
after my folks died?

You decided to have a kid all on your own.

We should have talked things through,
ask for each other's advice.

You ran like a daisy
to the US, chasing that junkie instead.

You had it well there, didn't you?

After he left you, you come over
and tell me I don't take care of her?!

You're like Bin Laden! Did you know that?

Cut out the smirking, will you?

It takes a terrorist to have a kid
against the other person's will.

We were kids.
A couple of high-school students.

-Bloody idiot.
-I loved you, you asshole.

You sure fucking did. You just knew
I would've taken good care of you.

you didn't have the abortion
because you wanted to spite me.

And Nita fucked you before me.

-Please, not again.
-What, you didn't fuck him?

-You're a...
-A what?

Go ahead.

You ruined both our lives.

And you're such a jackass
that you don't even realize it.

Accept where things stand,
and let's help her.

Stop yelling!
What are you on about, "helping"?

You or her?
It's not like I stopped giving her money.

Aren't the two of you living off my money?

If she doesn't show up tonight,
I'll call the Police.

Screw you and your Police.
She might do something stupid.

There we go!

Come on, grandpa, concert's over.

We need to go take a bath.
We're going to make you all handsome.

And you've got guests coming over...

Well, yeah... 95 years-old...

94, sorry.

Seriously...
We'll get you nice and handsome...

Yes, you can have it, after your bath.
Come on. All right?

There we go.

Come on.

There we go.

Now.

Yes...

Please help me out over here.

Tudor!

Tudor!

Tudor!

Tudor, where are you?

Marc, bring it from grandpa's room!

No one's got anything against you...

-Well, what is it you want to show me?
-You'll see.

What is it?

Tell me, grandpa,
didn't she make me wash you down there?

Is that true?

Why won't he speak?

I don't know, he probably wants you
to wash him there.

Cut it out, you two!

-Come on. Hold on there, dad.
-Is that so, grandpa?

You wanted me to wash you down there?

The important thing is to be washed.

Easy, daddy...

Good.

Don't worry, I'll be the one
to give you your last bath. I promise!

You want to be the one to give him
his last bath?

You mean you want him to die?

You think I don't know
why you keep asking to wash him?

What do I want?

Why does everyone think
I'm after something?

-Because everyone knows what you want.
-What?

Your name written down in that will.

Vica, I didn't want you to get me wrong.

You're already in the will,
along with Tudor.

-Tudor! Tudor, where are you?
-Over here.

-Where's grandpa's speaking device?
-Marc, bring it from grandpa's room!

Why?

-Come on, I want to show you something.
-What?

I want you to be there, so you don't think
I'm making things up.

-Cut it out. Not again.
-Follow me.

No one's got anything against you...

Let me see what you did.

What do you want: the chopper or the ball?

The ball!

So, rocket, helicopter, or drone?

-The drone!
-What's a drone?

Hold on, let me find it.

-So, who else should we make?
-Uncle Ducu!

No, your dad!

OK, but you have to film it.
And make sure they don't see you.

We can put one after they lay the table.

Yeah... But I can't find the drone.

Makes no difference. Check this out...

Yes.

Well... Hold on. Is this important?
Hurry up.

I wanna tell you I called someone else
and I wanted you to know, so...

No. Listen, check this out.

Write down:
"Given the exceptional situation..."

"Exceptional."

"...of this situation,
The Romanian Parliament decides..."

So, what can I help you with?

Sandu, where is the cake?
I didn't see it in the fridge.

I knew I forgot something.
I'll bring it in five minutes.

We'd be wasting money.
It's paid for already!

I'll bring it in five minutes.

Grandma, forget about the money.
Be happy we have it and we can afford it.

Wasn't our paté good enough?

You've gotten used to the expensive stuff.

-What are these for?
-Well, for the paté!

-I'm off.
-Where're you off to?

Did they send you off to buy something?

I'm not spending another second
in this house!

-Please.
-I'm only here because of you!

I have nothing against Marina,
but this is too much!

Please. I get you. Don't do this to me.

I talked to her just a while ago.
If you go, I have to go. And I can't...

-We have to make a big decision today.
-Listen, I don't care.

Tell them I got sick.

Or I got a phone call, or something.
I don't care.

Vica, please.

-I'm leaving Marc with you.
-Vica.

I'm taking the girls.

Where do I put these, mom?

This isfoie gras,
you don't eat it with pickles!

-Some comfiture would've been good.
-Comfiture... with paté?

-Yes. You okay, honey?
-Yes. How may I help you?

It's a special toast. Got some comfiture?

Yes, I'll bring it out in a second.

-A coffee?
-I forgot to make it!

Uncle Tudor
wants to speak to you in French.

-A coffee?
-I forgot to make it!

Uncle Tudor
wants to speak to you in French.

Where can I smoke?

Not in the house.
Grandpa can't stand the smoke.

There you were!
Get dressed, we have to go.

Whose tablet is this? Is it yours, Ingrid?

No.

From Marc.

Yeah, right. Marc?
I'm really not buying that!

-He gave it to us until he comes back...
-Yeah.

-He taught us how to use this new app.
-Well, where's he off to again?

I don't know, but...
You said I could meet the French guy.

Who is he?

"Who is he?"
He's Alina's husband, she's...

Well, her mother is your aunt,
you're sort of cousins.

Hello.

Your dad is...

A kind of nephew, cousin...

You've got me all confused.
Get dressed in two seconds, all right?

-Mrs. Vica! Hello, there, ma'am!
-Hello...

Hello. I'm so glad to see you.
I need to show you something.

Something that you, alone,
could truly appreciate.

This is a miracle.

For our sweet... beloved Radu.

I don't want us to go.

I'm going to start crying
and then go over to my dad.

He always pleases me.

-What, you can cry on cue?
-Yeah. Can't you?

He was like a father to me.

He advised me... promoted me...

helped me to become...

Sometimes he even...

I was an important Colonel
and he slapped me...

No, I cry for real! For real!

How?

Well, I just think of Titanic
and how DiCaprio freezes

and she drops him in the water. "Jack!"

How could I have forgotten
about the coffee?!

-What is he going to think of us?
-Don't worry!

-Why do you keep kissing all the time?
-What do you mean?

Didn't we all kiss when you arrived,
and then when you went to bed...

and again, this morning?!

-Does he forget?
-No, grandma, that's customary in France.

We kiss in the morning,
and then we kiss in the evenings, too...

Oh, honey...

I thought this was their way of telling me
they've accepted me.

But then, a week later, they called
a meeting about me not kissing them.

You should see their family meetings,
spending half an hour kissing.

Mr Matasaru just arrived.

Right on time, as usual.

We have to ask ourselves from the outset

and perhaps that is actually essential
in the case of this contact,

whether we as individuals, as a species,
a civilization,

are able to recognize
another civilization?

Because we expect them to be bipeds,
to be like us...

There you go, Mr. Matasaru.

...something that looks like
our animals here,

something that looks like an android,
a cyborg,

these more or less SciFi creations
we've gotten used to thus far.

But what if they're not at all like that?

Let's consider the fact
that Stephen Hawking

argues that there might be a civilization

concealed within the stars,
the nuclei of stars...

-Very interesting.
-What?

I wouldn't have thought
it could be like this.

It's not.

God...

Why won't you answer me?

I was on the plane yesterday...
impossible.

No...
you know where things stand. Damn it.

-Excuse us.
-Sorry.

I'm on the street.

No, but... Damn it!
Dude, you can't do this to me.

Welcome, Mr. Donose!

-Are you going to be much longer?
-No.

They started to arrive.
I need to introduce you.

Don't I know everybody?
Have new people shown up?

I thought some of them might have died.

Yes, but they haven't met Jean.
Come on. Where is he?

He's out, having a smoke.
Let me finish these first.

They're all here to see him.
You, too, back from Paris...

You love showing me off,
as if I were the Holy Remains...

-Come on, they're here.
-Well, see?

-Where do I put this?
-Put in the fridge, will you?

Half of them have forgotten
they saw you four years ago.

Hold this for a second, please.

I saw Jean by the entrance.

-He turned his back to me.
-Maybe he didn't see you.

Didn't see me?
We'll talk about that later.

-What's up with you?
-Nothing, mother. Please, don't start now.

Yes, by all means.
Look, I made you Russian salad.

Sandu.

Good morning.

-What's the French for brother in law?
-Beau-frère.

-Happy to see you, beau-frère.
-Me, too.

-Where's grandma?
-She went to get grandpa ready.

Oh, yeah? Great.

-Hello?
-Everything all right?

-I told you we'd talk tonight...
-Let's go.

Hello, I'm so happy
we're all gathered here today.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-You've met Mr. Donose...
-Oh, of course...

You know each other.

Mr. Donose helped mother
when she christened me.

This is Mr. Donose,
a friend of the family, who...

Translate,
so he knows how I got christened

and we are good Christians.

...but don't tell him father didn't agree.

...I told him twice at the wedding.

Did he drive your grandma to church?

-Precisely.
-Mr. Donose, you're a hero.

We already saw each other, with Mr. Vulpe.
Monsieur Vulpe.

-Oh, it was you then!
-By the entrance, yes.

Hello, Mrs. Valeria!

Matters of national security
are discussed at party meetings,

then in the Senate,
what the hell don't you get?

-I'm the one who drove you to church, too!
-Really?

She... I christened her, too. Moi!

Such a shame I couldn't take you
to St. Joseph's, too.

-It was so beautiful there!
-What do you mean, St. Joseph's?

St. Joseph's? Isn't that a Catholic one?

I don't know... Is it a Catholic church?

-Yes.
-What difference does it make?

Back then, it only mattered
to christen you.

Well, you could've told me!

-Come on, honey... Didn't I?
-You didn't!

Hold on, mother! Wait.
You mean I am a Catholic?

I thought I was Orthodox.

You tell her, Donose, what it was like.
We were both shaking with fear.

You mean I've been praying
to the wrong Church all my life?

-Mom...
-I've been praying the wrong way?

The church doesn't matter.
It only matters to open your heart to God.

Excuse me for having come in
with no introduction.

-Moi, Matasaru. I speak Russian!
-He speaks Russian...

I speak English, no Russian.

Please translate...
that thing with the church!

Yes, right away.

It wasn't my fault!
That was the closest church, Miss Alina!

Don't worry about it...

Missus, 'cause she's married in Paris
to Mr. Jean here,

who is a manager in France!

Stop saying that,
you know just what he does.

All right. You haven't met Mr. Vulpe.

-Vulpe. Romulus Vulpe.
-Good to meet you.

Mr. Vulpe is now the head of the service
father worked for.

Father discovered him, isn't that so,
Mr. Vulpe?

Of course, Mrs. Marina, my best regards.

You are more beautiful than they told me,
Miss Alina.

Sorry, Missus.
I eavesdropped... professional habit.

Mr. Vulpe is a very important person
in the secret services.

No, I'm not.

-You speak French, don't you?
-A little.

Really? Glad to meet you, Sir.

I have also worked
in the field of security.

-Really? Very interesting.
-Jean...

-Were you active in the DST?
-No. I was in the Legion.

And now I protect public figures...
in showbiz.

Bodyguard, but... at a very high level.

It's the same in here.

Ex Service agents have
private security companies now.

Thanks to the General,
I didn't end up like that.

-So, you understand Romanian?
-So-so.

Bravo.

Colonel. Not General.

But didn't we make him a Retired General?

You know how I struggled
to make that happen.

I know, Mr. Vulpe.
You were the one who insisted to...

But he deserved it.
He helped you out, too. Didn't he?

This is why we're paying him our homage.

Celebrate him. He's not dead yet,
no need to pay him homage.

I am really happy he's still alive.

I even brought him a small gift
from the Service.

I hope it's not the same as in the past.

An homage during one's lifetime
is better than one afterwards.

Miss Alina, I hope you'll be spending
some time here.

It would be interesting
to exchange experiences.

Or to at least use my French.

What for, Mr. Vulpe?
Want to wire up our home?

I like that you have
a sense of humor. Very cute.

Unfortunately,
we're going back to Paris tomorrow.

-What a pity...
-Mom! The Bobeicas...

Please excuse me.

I'm sorry.

-Stop filming!
-You remember the Bobeicas.

Of course I do. Hello.

The gentleman worked with my father.
Mother, look who's here!

-My wife.
-Hello, love.

Excuse me...

Mr. Radu helped me out a whole lot.
Yes, he did. He put me in charge.

He's a very special person.
But... are you related to him?

-Do excuse us for being late.
-Don't you worry about it.

This is my daughter, Radu's granddaughter,

and the gentleman is my son-in-law.

You really don't remember Alina?

She's been living in France for ten years.
You really don't remember her?

Of course we do! My, how she's changed...

Living in the West changes people...
She's such a beautiful woman.

Please... I was prettier four years ago.

She's Sandu's sister. He helped us
get that loan for Virgil's home.

-Radu's son, right?
-Yes... No. Not Radu's, Ducu's.

He's the son of Mr. Ducu and Mrs. Marina.

And this gentleman here is the son-in-law
from Paris,

a Frenchman, who doesn't speak Romanian.

Wasn't he a bank manager?

-No.
-Calm down.

This is Jean, my son-in-law.
He's also a manager in France.

Manager?

Sandu, my son, is a bank manager
here in Romania. Sandu...

Sandu! Where are you?

By the way, have you ever seen
his daughter?

-No.
-She's a Physics Olympiad winner!

Sandu, show us a picture.

-She teaches Physics?
-No, she's in high-school.

Sandu, show us the picture.
You'll see how pretty and gifted she is!

-Why do you keep insisting?
-Look.

How she's grown!

Look how pretty and gifted she is!

Yes!

With these modern phones,

you don't need photo albums anymore,
you've got all the photos with you.

How do I flip forward?

Why are you...

-Such a lovely daughter, Mrs. Valeria!
-This is not Valeria, this is Marina.

Let me explain.
The daughter of Radu, your former boss...

-Boss...
-...who invited us over for his birthday.

-Is it his birthday?
-Yes.

OK. Please take a seat.

-Do come in.
-Yes, thank you.

You can sit down at the table.
Let me introduce you to Mr. Matasaru.

-Excuse us.
-He's a former cabinet chief.

He helped Mr. Donose out
with the... christening.

If he'd known we were going to church,
not to the clinic,

he would've had a heart attack.

-That's right.
-Translate, please.

It's a Romance language, he gets it.

It was different back then...
Did you manage to...

No.

But it's absolutely necessary
to convince Radu...

Come on, open the wine!
And let's all sit down to the table!

Please, take a seat.

Who's going to bring Radu in?
And where are Alina, Jean, Ducu?

Please, take a seat.
Tudor, where are Vica and the girls?

Ask Marina where Vica is.

Honey, but how could she leave
without a word?

Marc, please film us.

I want us to have a memory
of this anniversary with all of us.

Talking to Vulpe is not a good idea.
He's so deceitful.

I've finally found a French speaking guy
who can help me.

I can get rid of all my problems
and move here to start up something new.

With all Mr. Vulpe's connections.

There all these movie stars
working in Romania.

And he's already asked me to hold
a training with the Romanian services.

-Unbelievable!
-With my experience in the Legion...

I did the best I could
to leave and you want to move back.

I will never move back to Romania,
is that clear? Never ever.

This could change our lives.
We could start over from scratch.

I'm sick of being asked
if you're a Romanian.

Remember how the pickpockets in the subway

molested you, after you told them
in Romanian to stop stealing.

You're ashamed of me...
for being Romanian?

Aren't you ashamed
of your communist grandpa,

a big shot in Ceausescu's time?

I understand things,
even if I don't speak Romanian.

Vulpe told you all about it, didn't he?
What a jerk!

Sandu, will you take our picture, please?

Didn't I ask you to stop?
You made her cry.

You embarrass me...

I didn't make her cry.
She was just faking it to impress you.

-We'll talk about that later.
-Come, come...

What are you doing?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Someone should say a prayer,
so we can dig in.

Mr. Matasaru, don't you start again.

We've talked about this before.

Grandpa is an atheist,
just like me, thank God,

and we've gathered to celebrate him.
Isn't that right, Grandpa?

Listen, Ducu, don't start with that again.

It's none of your business
whether he'd like that or not.

Marina and I think it's best
we don't open the subject.

Marina, I thought we had talked
about something else. Like brothers.

You said that if Alina came over
we'll see.

Where's Alina? Alina! We've always agreed.

Now you've changed your mind? Tell me!

-Marc, please stop filming!
-Granny asked me to.

-I asked him to.
-Well, film, then. But not this.

Film the cake.
Now we're having a serious conversation.

-Leave the child be.
-Why? Is he your child?

-What are you yelling for?
-Stop snapping at Marina!

She's no longer your sister,
whom you could manipulate.

She's my wife now. And we have decided.

You two? Or did you make the decision
for her as well?

This is what we came here for--

Yes, we were supposed to...
But not in front of everybody.

Why not? Everybody knows
what we're here for.

And since we're all here,
maybe we can talk about this, too.

This is not what we agreed on, Tudor.
And not in front of him!

Is this a conspiracy?

You mean you're all here
to re-open the problem

I thought we'd closed a long time ago?

So, how do we go about this?

Should we take a vote on it,
in front of grandpa?

Or should we take him back to his room?

Or we could just take his hearing aid,
so he can't hear us.

And his speaking aid, too,
so he can't talk.

We'll just debate,
and then tell him what we've decided.

Do you think that's normal?

Hold on a second.
It's not really like that.

This is about family. About democracy.

That's what we, his relatives, think.

Maybe you do.

I think we should let him
have his say in this, too.

-Or take a vote on it.
-He's already had his say, several times.

And he's not going back on it.
Isn't that right, grandpa?

Answer, before they switch of your device,
so you don't talk back.

And your brother, who doesn't dare
to look me in the eye.

He thinks that I'll ask him back the money
I desperately need?

But I'm not going to,
because you asked me not to...

So that they don't find out we're broke.

It is now we need the change.

Don't you realize
how stressed I am back there?

That's why I did what I did?
Let's move on!

That's not an excuse. You hit me
and I can't forgive you for that.

I'm really sorry.

How many times do I have to apologize?

No!

-Not even if I open the window?
-No means no.

He doesn't want to.

Can't you see, he won't
even answer your nonsense?

You mean the Church and faith
make no sense?

Only the narrow-minded
don't care about religion.

I was like them before my revelation.

I didn't know
what having God by your side meant.

Come on, Donose, say something, will you?

I don't know what to say.

Anyone is free to decide for himself.

If Mr. Radu doesn't want to,
I say we let him decide for himself.

You've always been switching teams.

Last time you agreed to convince him.

Now you've changed your mind.

When Ducu was here earlier...

Hold on. Are you talking
about the confession again?

-What happened when I was gone?
-Nothing went on, honey, chill out.

-We just thought... No, they thought...
-They, who? Let me get this.

-Are there two sides here, or what?
-If you didn't interrupt me, you'd get it.

So, mom and grandma,
upon Mr. Matasaru's suggestion,

thought it would be better for grandpa...

to confess.

That's it. And dad's against it.

Dad says that if grandpa's an atheist,
the confession won't matter.

-So, dad's the only one against this?
-Yes, he is.

I'm not the only one against this.

The man in question is against it.

I've talked to him about it
a thousand times:

"Grandpa, do you want to confess?"
And he said "No!"

Isn't that right, grandpa?

-I have a good wine for you.
-Go ahead, ask him again.

-I insist.
-I'm not the only one against this.

There's also Mr. Vulpe.

He agreed that if the man
is not religious,

the confession means nothing.

And Mr. Bobeica doesn't agree either,
'cause he's also an atheist.

Isn't that right, Mr. Bobeica?

Did you ever go to church?

So, there's a bunch of us.

Myself, Mr. Vulpe, Mr. Bobeica.

And you, Sandu? You don't go to church,
except for Easter and Christmas,

dragged along by your alcoholic ex-wife.

And you, Mr. Jean? Are you a believer?

-Can you translate?
-Yes, I'll explain it.

I can't explain it.
It's complicated. Family matters.

-What are you doing with this?
-A gift for Vulpe.

I don't agree. Don't do it.

Don't do this, don't do that...

Don't smoke, don't ask for the money.
What else?

I'm done!

Do excuse me, duty calls.
If I were retired, I'd have stayed longer.

I would have liked to chat with you,
but some other time. Ladies. Gentlemen.

Sandu, are you a believer?

From what I can recall,
you used to spend Easter at parties.

Is this what matters, dad?
If I'm a believer or not?

What matters is if he believes
in confession or not.

He's the one we need to ask.

We can't drag him to church,
like they did to mom,

whom they christened a Catholic,
so that grandpa doesn't find out

and get into trouble. Stop shushing me.

You knew about this, didn't you, grandpa?
You know you have a christened child!

Mr. Donose, I thought we were pals.

-Yes.
-Yes?

Tell them all again.
How you nearly pissed your pants

that the boss might find out.

Those were different times...

Different times? Mr. Matasaru!
You knew, didn't you?

A parent gets to decide for his child,
when the child is unable to.

Or when the child doesn't know how.

And you know that.

As for you...

maybe if you had tried to talk to him,
he would've understood.

Did you at least try?

How was I supposed to tell him?
Would you have understood?

Don't you remember
about that man you worked with,

who went to church for Easter,
back in his village and they found out

and fired him to set an example.

-Mother, did you invite anyone else?
-No, it's for me.

There's someone at the door.

Bring out the medication, please.

I forgot to tell you.
I called in a priest.

I'll ask him to sit in the study.

Are you out of your mind?
Why did you call him?

'Cause I bloody well felt like it.
I thought we'd convince him.

Tell him to go.

-How am I supposed to tell him that?
-Give him some cash and tell him to go.

-Sorry, I don't have any cash on me.
-I'll give you some.

Tudor? Where's Tudor?

Not even a bite of Russian salad?
He's bringing the medication.

-Tudor?
-He's not here.

-What are you doing?
-What?

There's someone looking for you.

Who could be looking for me? Are you sure?

Yes. Don't you know
who was supposed to come?

It can't be. I texted him
not to come over until I called him.

-Really? He's in the study.
-Folks these days...

What's the deal with this guy?

He's a priest. I asked him to come,
for this Goddamn confession.

Sorry 'bout that, Lord.
He was supposed to call me.

And you don't talk to us about it?
You could've at least told me.

You shouldn't have asked him in.
If you had call me to the door...

But now, what can we do about it?
Hold this.

Here's the money, ask him to leave.

Don't let mom or dad
find out you brought a priest in here.

-I don't need it.
-What?

-It's not whom I thought it would be.
-It's not the priest?

-It is, but it's not my priest.
-What do you mean? Didn't you called him?

I did, but this is another priest.

-So, who called him?
-Tudor.

And mine's supposed to get here, too.

I'm bringing him some coffee.

Don't bring him any coffee.
Give him the money...

Give him the money and tell him to go.

What do you mean?
Out of the blue? I can't.

He's early because
of the Daylight Savings Time.

-I don't care! Tell him right now.
-Right now?

-He's not leaving.
-Yes, he is.

-'Cause you said so?
-'Cause mine is coming, too.

-Your what? Priest? Another priest?
-Yours is the other priest.

-I can't believe this!
-More money?

-That's not how you do it.
-You're one to talk!

-We should've all discussed this.
-Does mom know?

She doesn't, it was a surprise.
Why did you call your guy?

Don't you remember?

Didn't you tell me
you won't call a priest?

I was just saying...

I thought we could convince him.
With a priest he wouldn't go back.

If you let him think about it,
he changes his mind. Like the RMI.

All right. Now what?
My priest has to arrive, too.

Tell him not to come.

I've got a different thing with my priest.

What do you want?
Have him confess to two priests?

-Yes, we will!
-Are you out of your mind?

We've had our chance
to convince him today.

You came. Vica was here, too,
Donose, Matasaru...

No one's against this, except your dad.

-Are you sure?
-Of course I am.

You swear you weren't against this?

I changed my mind, for you.

A man first makes up his mind,
and then changes his mind.

OK, hold on. Are you out of your minds?

Doesn't grandpa matter?
He's the first one against this!

I'll go bring the man a coffee.

What kind of priest dresses up like that?

His robe is in his briefcase.

What kind of priest did you call?
Catholic or Orthodox?

Catholic, I think.

-Really?
-Or...

I don't know, sis, the guy came to me
for a credit application

and I called him over here.

So you don't even know
what kind of priest you called?

Grandpa is an atheist, it doesn't matter.

-Even Matasaru could do it.
-What's up?

What's going on? Who was it?

-Didn't your brother tell you?
-No.

-A priest.
-My God!

Wait till dad finds out.

Wait till he finds out you called one,
too.

What? You called one, too? Two priests?

Tudor!

What is this priest doing here?
Want me to fight with Ducu?

He'll blame me for this!
You know what he's like!

-Why didn't you tell me?
-Picking on me again?

You've always been this way!
Why don't you pick on your son, too?

-He called in a priest, too.
-Hold on.

What kind of a priest is he?
Orthodox or Catholic?

Orthodox.

He doesn't know
what kind of a priest he talked to.

He was bribed with a confession.

You better thank me
for thinking about this.

What do we do now?

I don't want mother to hear about this...
or her heart might give in!

Give me that.

Here, have the money. Your priest is here.

Is this the Maligans? I'm Conta.

I'm looking for Mrs. Larisa.
Or for Mr. Ducu?

-What for?
-For a consult, they told me.

-Maybe I have the wrong address.
-No, you don't.

Come on in. Go ahead.

In here.

-You're not a priest, are you?
-No.

Father... I'm sorry, I forgot your name.
Mr...

Conta. Psychology PhD.

Do you remember...

the negative charge that we,
Internal Affairs personnel had?

We'd bottle everything up,
both the good and the bad.

I read that in Osho.

It's just that the bad stuff...

sticks around.

Especially with Radu,
who was the oldest one in the field.

Just imagine that all of the country's
most important files

were resting on his desk.

From King Michael, to nowadays-Iliescu.

How come "nowadays", Mr. Matasaru?
It's been over 20 years.

So, what did you say you specialized in?

Psychology. I'm a psychology PhD.

What brings you here, father,
in your layman's clothes?

Doctor, we remain servants of God,

regardless of whether
we're in our church attire or not.

I was called in for an immobilized man,
for a confession.

Isn't a confession the kind of thing
you only do... at certain times?

You haven't been to church much.

Man can ask our Lord to pardon
his sins anytime, anywhere.

What about you? What brings you by?

I'm also here for an immobilized person.

I'm afraid we're both here
for the same patient.

We'll have to see the order
in which we attend to him.

I suppose it's going to be the order
of our arrival.

So your Holiness shall go first.

I was his designated driver for 45 years.
Since '56.

He even had Dr. Petru Groza
at his little finger!

He had Gheorghiu-Dej
on his little finger, too.

He even had Ceausescu
on his little finger!

Who didn't he have on his little finger?

Oh, shut up!
"Had them on his little finger"!

-He did!
-Shut up!

He had their files assigned to him,
that's what he had.

The Party asked us to be efficient

and sniff out the class enemy
in good time.

-That's what we were paid for!
-Everyone was the class enemy.

Back in the days of Petru Groza,
they had a file opened for Dej.

Dej was on file in Ceausescu's time.

King Michael was on file in Groza's time
and so on.

Cheers!
Ceausescu had also a file on Iliescu.

Well, that's what we did.

The files would pass through our hands
and we'd make decisions.

We were like lesser gods,
as Radu used to say.

It's just that this negative charge,
it would... suffocate me.

That's not what it is.

It's the files that suffocated you,
Mr. Matasaru.

Mrs. Bobeica. If I were you,

I wouldn't be so happy
if these files came to light.

If I recall, your husband
was in charge of the service, not me.

I just received orders
and carried them out.

So I've got nothing to be afraid of.

But perhaps your husband does. Oh, no.

Your husband's memory was wiped clean
by his illness.

Don't count on that, Mr. Matasaru.

Alzheimer's doesn't affect
long-term memory.

Older memories are left alive.

Should I ask him what happened in 1960?

-What happened in 1960?
-What happened?

-See, he knows everything.
-Those bandits...

Those bandits.

And don't be so sure that he doesn't have
his back covered.

One day, I think I saw your file
on his desk

and I just browsed it a little.

-We should go to Radu's birthday.
-We will.

Okay.

I realize why you so needed our good Lord.

Mrs. Bobeica. It wasn't for me.
It was for all our little children.

Ducu?

Ducu!

Because you ask them what their sins are.

-That's not really how it goes, Doctor.
-Yes, it is.

I mean, as I was saying,
you let them decide about their own sins.

For us psychologists,
it's the other way around.

I mean, we don't lay the cloth on them,

we don't feed them Holy Water
and Holy Wafers.

We lay them down on the couch
and ask them questions.

We rummage through their past.

We help them discover...

the origins of sin,

you understand?

Help them understand it on their own
and remove it from their bodies.

It's a sort of exorcism.

I mean, not that we help them remove
the Devil from their bodies. No.

We help them

eliminate the motivations of sin
from their heads.

Because everything resides
inside the head, Father.

Doctor,
congratulations on this lovely argument.

It's true that we let people figure out
the sins they've committed.

They need to figure out their mistakes
on their own

and, most importantly,
admit it for themselves

when, where, how, and, most of all,
why it is that they made those mistakes.

Because the Devil, Doctor,
will conceal many of man's sins.

He will have man believe, for instance,
that greed is not a sin.

That pride is not a sin.

And that lying is not a sin either,
used as a good excuse.

The Devil inside can even make whoring
not seem like a sin.

If man is a believer,

and if he stops by the altar,
at least for one Sunday each month,

he gets the courage
to acknowledge his guilt.

He leaves there after having confessed
and been forgiven, clean,

with his soul at peace,

relieved of the heavy burden of the sin
he has committed.

He leaves your office relaxed, though,

after he's spent an hour
lying on the couch.

He is relieved of the heavy burden
of not knowing the reason of his sin.

He is convinced that his sin
is medically justifiable.

Not to mention the money, Doctor.
The money!

In other words, he's not a sinner,

just a sick man,
who requires medical attention.

I will, however, dare offer you a quote
from the Book of Job.

"Man that is born of a woman
is of few days and full of trouble."

Therein lies the difference, Doctor.

We dole out canons,
you dole out prescriptions.

Don't you, in the Senate,

discuss introducing the study of religion
into schools?

-I think that's very...
-Excuse me for just a second.

Listen, there's a doctor here for you.

I saw him to the study, with the priest
your brother-in-law called in.

Tudor, you know?

Zeroni was brought from countryside
by Petru Groza

because Groza had been a landlord
before he was a communist.

A communist landlord.

If Tudor's brought in a priest,

you, the head
of the Secret Services Commission,

must have known about this.

So you brought in a doctor,
just in case someone has a heart-attack.

But the Secret Service
isn't doing a good job with surveillance.

Because I, the atheist financier
that I am, also called in a priest.

Father or priest, as you wish.

Only mine isn't here yet.

But the guy that you and auntie called in
is here. The doctor, not the priest.

Was that a joke?

Now, I want to see
how you deal with this mess.

What priest, what doctor?
Lari, what's this guy on about?

What... Is he here already?

But, Ducu, I told you about the doctor.
Don't you remember?

-What doctor? When?
-The psychologist. Mircea.

The guy I was thinking should see grandpa.

I recall the conversations.
What's he doing here?

Didn't I tell you I wanted to call him in
today, to see grandpa?

I thought maybe we can convince him
to agree to a consult.

And in case he says yes,
have the man here.

So we don't go through the same thing
we did with the MRI.

When I arranged it, after he'd said yes,

and then the next day he said he'd never
agreed to such a thing.

Yes. But I don't remember having agreed
to do it today.

Yes, we did.

We decided to do it
on his 94th anniversary,

and you said yes, if he lives.

-He's alive, doesn't that make it a yes?
-I said yes in principle.

We're not starting again with this!

And I said if he makes it,
not if he lives.

Haven't we had this conversation
almost one year ago?

Now you're just like grandpa.

Lari, this is not a good time for that!
Really, now.

Go see what you can do about that man.
I can't believe you did this to me!

What am I supposed to tell him?

It's best if you talk to him.

To whom? The shrink or grandpa?

The man doesn't want this,
leave him alone!!

Religion is not mandatory.

At his age, he's wise enough
to decide what he wants.

We have to leave.

-Hello, Larisa.
-Hello.

One of my appointments got canceled,
so I got here a bit early.

When can I see him?

Hold on, there's been a misunderstanding.

We wanted to convince him to confess
and we thought we will.

Is something weighing heavily on his soul?
Does he feel like a sinner?

Confessions are none of my business.

He does have his sins,
but that's not the problem.

-We all have our sins.
-So, he's my man.

If he has a clear idea of how
and why he sinned, then he's my man.

But in spite of all the sins
he has and he acknowledges,

he doesn't want to confess,
because... he's an atheist.

Then, he's my man.
Let's separate our territories.

You take the believers,
we'll handle the atheists. So, Father...

-Mircea, please.
-Wait a minute.

-I'm here because I had an obligation.
-What a coincidence.

I'm sorry you have to leave so early.

You know
what my husband's illness is like.

You came late, too.

A minute ago, he asked me
when we're going to Radu's anniversary.

-I'm sorry. I'm happy you came, anyway.
-Goodbye.

-Did you get upset?
-Yeah, I did.

Come on, film us.

-Come on, it's allowed now.
-Now it is, later it's not.

Show me what you've filmed.

So the old man says: "Wanna get laid?"
After...

I lost my jacket...

What is this crap, son?

Film something else.

And Groza asks him:
"Did you wash your feet?"

"Yes."

"What about the socks?
Did you change them?" He replies: "No!"

Father, excuse me. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'll let Sandu know you're here.

I don't want to contradict you.
So let's have it your way.

-Well, we read different books...
-Right...

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I feel like
I'm interrupting you.

-No.
-No, don't worry.

And your colleague here
could use the help.

I presume we all have the same client.

If the choice were left unto him,
I'd be the one who gets to work today.

But the powerful marketing of the Church
in this country scares me.

So...

Everything is still on the table,
isn't it?

I really don't know
what you're talking about.

-Mr. Sandu called me...
-It doesn't matter who called you here.

What matters is why you're here.

The purpose of your visit is the same,
isn't it?

Do we already know it?

You might know, I just arrived.

-Who needs to be convinced?
-An atheist.

If you'd allow me to continue,
you'd understand.

Please do.

The atheist's dilemma is:

"why should I confess,
when I don't believe in God."

"And if, by any means,
I do decide to believe,

which religion should I decide upon?"

"What should I choose?"

Being aware of the atheist's profile,
none of us is going to work today.

-Excuse me?
-Father, allow me to explain.

He is a psychologist

and he's afraid
he's not going to receive his fee.

Plus fare, I presume.

Am I wrong, Doctor?

You see, we don't work.
This is not a job to us.

This is a gift from God.

Did you hear that?

You see, that's actually the difference
between us, Mr. Psychologist, sir.

You charge an hourly fee.
We don't charge anything.

We let the churchgoer
give as much as he wishes.

I have yet to see a charity box,
when passing by a psychologist's office.

Anyway,
since I was the last one to arrive,

I think I'll just leave.

No. I think I'd better go.

I don't want to get involved
in this whole story,

especially since the good Doctor
is here too.

You did say you were a doctor, didn't you?

I wonder
if doctors manage to save the soul of man.

I know you can hear me and forgive me
I talk to you like this,

but this is how you raised me.

You've told me to speak my mind out.

You're 94.

And we all wish you a happy birthday.

But you should manage to confess.

Leave us alone for a second. Please!

-Sandu!
-If you do...

-Hello.
-Please.

-Please come in.
-We'd like to go, if you don't mind.

No, please. It'll just be a second.
Father, we want you to free yourself.

-We've told you so many times.
-Mom...

This will help you. Ducu, please.

We want you to...
Everybody, listen up! Grandpa!

This is familiy business.
Isn't that right? Father?

-Grandpa, please.
-If you want to, you can go.

As you wish.

I can't leave Mr. Sandu,
he's helped me out, too.

I'm staying on, but please, stop filming.

-He's filming for us.
-Mom! Look what you've done!

I can't believe this!

Larisa, Mr. Ducu, it's been an honor
to me, but I really have to go.

The Holy Fathers here are embarrassed
to say that...

You don't question the witness
with the victim in the room!

-I'm off...
-What?!

How are we going to have him confess?
Come on, daddy, tell us...

-They can go.
-What do you mean?

Well, look what I found here.

Online Confessions.

And it's the Church's website,
so it's the real deal.

So that the option is easy to find,

we are now also available
for Android smartphones,

other Oss, and tablets, too.

No...

This online confession thing is an attempt
to draw in young people.

But the Catholic Church has been
against it.

-It can't be...
-What the Father is saying is true.

Look what it says:
they did not agree with the iPhone app.

Of course we didn't!

The Catholic Church
does not allow online confessions,

because they
require the physical presence of...

We'll work it out!

You have better odds at getting to heaven

if you ask for your sins
to be forgiven in church.

Father,
you don't need to ask God anything,

you just have to thank Him
for helping you.

Mircea, wait.

-Heaven help us.
-Father! What about the money?

I'll wait in the study...

Let us help you.

You raised us in the spirit
of atheist communism.

We always got Father Winter,
never Santa Claus.

We wanted to give you the opportunity
to confess to a priest.

We don't know what's on the other side.

But, if it's like the Bible says,

we'll have some peace of mind
once you're no longer here.

I don't know if there is a God.

But what if there is a God?

Have you thought about that?

If you ask me, it's the parents fault,
not the children.

You know what is the difference
between Heaven and Hell?

It's like in that French writer's tale,
I forget his name,

but there's this guy who asks: "What is
the difference between Heaven and Hell?"

And a priest answers him:
"Well, there's no difference".

"How so? Just so, in Hell,
there's this big fire,

and lots of people are sitting around it,
with these long stakes..."

What are you looking at?

"...with these long stakes in their hands
and they're frying the meat."

I forgot to mention...

These stakes are tied by their forearms.

And they're too long,
so they never reach the meat.

-They're struggling...
-Marc, bring in an ashtray!

I see we don't respect any smoking rules.

So...

Is this a joke, or what?

A joke? Does it look like
we're in the mood for jokes?

So, these people are sitting
around the fire, each with his own stake,

waiting for the meat
to fry on that big fire.

They don't talk among themselves.

So, when they think the meat is done,
they try to eat it.

Only, they don't manage to,
because the stake is too long

and they don't manage to reach the meat
with their mouths,

and they just struggle like that,
to no avail.

Right, so what about Heaven?
Well, in Heaven, it's the same.

A big fire, lots of helpless people
around the fire, with their long stakes...

And what's the difference?

The difference is that, in Heaven,
people feed one another.

Come on, folks, this is a beautiful story,

a beautiful metaphor.

People are good and generous!

Did you call someone else?

-What are you doing?
-Give me some money!

-I'll give you tonight.
-I need it now.

-What the fuck don't you get?
-Keep quiet!

-Are you afraid they will find out?
-Yes, I am.

-I do drugs!
-Shut the fuck up!

Mia, are you okay?

What did I tell you?
Why did you bring her?

Shut up, I will!

If you shut up, I'll give you the money.

I told you, keep quiet,
don't make a scene here,

I'll give you 100 euros and off you go.
Got it?

-What's going on, Sandu?
-Nothing...

-Who's the girl?
-It's Mia. Go get some water.

-Mia?!
-Bring me a glass of water.

Just go... Get the fuck out...

-Are you insane?
-Sandu, Alina... what's going on?

Mia's stopped by, not feeling so good...

-Mia?
-And they're her friends.

-Mia! Mia, my baby...
-What's happening here?

-My baby...
-Who's this slob?

-What's with all this ruckus?
-Your mom's a slob.

-Sandu, I can't believe you did this!
-Did what?

-It's Mia. Mia...
-What do you mean, Mia? Our Mia?

-Come on, Mia, let's go!
-You're not going anywhere!

Please wait outside,
there's nothing to see in here.

She's not all right...

Yes, Brezoianu, first floor.

Some drugged up girls are making a scene
and they won't leave.

They're kicking their feet
in all the doors.

-It's Sunday and we want to get some rest!
-Who is it?

Dad, please. Go back inside...

-But I heard someone...
-I'll take care of it!

No, it's not my dad,
it's some girls, I think they're on drugs.

Come on, please, call a team,
we've had enough!

Please, tell them not to send in the team.
It's OK now.

He says it's taken care of.

What do you mean, the team is on its way?

-Let me talk to them.
-If it's on its way...

-Let me talk to them!
-Hold on.

Hello? Please call the team back,
it was all a misunderstanding.

No, we are not undecided... but...

What difference does it make?
You don't want to know who I am.

It's not a threat, I'm just asking you
not to send it in,

because it's pointless,
we'd just be wasting gas.

My neighbor called. I'll put her through.

Please tell the dispatcher it's okay.

Sorry. I had no idea
the girls were coming over to you.

-But what happened?
-Nothing happened.

Yes, it's all right. It's OK now.

Sandu, please bring some water!

-Mia...
-What's going on?

Alina, explain this to me!
Who is this girl?

It's Mia.

Mia? But what's wrong with her?
What happened?

Bring some sugar and water.

Bring us something sweet and a glass!

-Just let us leave.
-What are you injecting?

Can't you see she needs a dose?
What are you injecting?

Answer me, kiddo! She needs a dose!

Honey... honey, baby... please be okay...

Call an ambulance!

Sandu, why didn't you tell me about this?
Let's call an ambulance!

Fuck the ambulance.
We're going to make fools of ourselves.

Tell him to slap her!

-He says to slap her!
-Honey, dear...

-Can't you hear?
-Please, stop yelling at me!

Not like this! Harder! Slap her! Harder!

She mustn't faint!

What the fuck are you doing?!

If you hit her one more time
I'll kill you!

Sandu! Leave him alone!

-I don't know!
-What do you inject?

It's heroine, isn't it?

Answer me!

Yo, let us go! She's done this
a gazillion times! She's going to be fine!

Answer me! Open your eyes! Open them!

Her body hurts.

Hello. There's been a complaint
about disturbing public order.

Yes, I told the dispatcher it's OK now.

-You can go. Thank you very much.
-Just a second, it's not that simple.

We can't leave only because you say so.

If we're not here quick enough,
you make a big deal out of it.

Mind your language.
I said everything is under control.

That's it.

I don't care who you are.
I'm here to do my job.

I want to see the girls' IDs.
I know there are three girls in here.

And I can ask for your ID, too.
Are you keeping them inside?

I want to see their IDs
and if they want to stay.

Or I'll go inside.

What's your name?
You didn't introduce yourself.

And if you want to get in,
bring a warrant, you jackass!

How dare you talk like that
to a police officer?!

To me, you're a suspect for kidnapping.

I want the owner out here with his ID!

Marin, call the head of Police

and ask him to tell you
who they sent over here.

Yes, at my mother-in-law's...

Forget about the ambulance!

Call Mostenescu at the Emergency Hospital.

The Devil's gotten into her.

-Why did you let the priest go?
-Come on, old fart, scram!

I wasn't talking to you.
You better talk to the officer on duty,

and tell him to call in this idiot
ringing at my door.

The Prime Minister...
the Interior Affairs Minister!

-Why did you cut the cake?
-Someone asked for something sweet...

Hold on. Mother, what are you doing?
Please bring out your ID.

I need this guy at my door gone now!

And give me his name, too.
I'll take care of him.

Hands off me.

Police, open up!

This is Mr. Maligan's place.

The man who told you not to come over
is his son-in-law.

-Yeah, so?
-So, don't you know who he is?

-No, who is he?
-He's the head of the Senate.

He might be God himself.
I run the law around here!

-Are you from the Police?
-Yeah, from the Police, can't you see?

-Mom, is that the Police?
-Yes, it is. Let's go inside.

Ma'am, I'm just here to fill in my report.

I would like to see the young ladies' IDs
and the owner's.

I'm the owner. And he is my son-in-law.

Mr. Stroe Dumitru.
I believe you've heard of him.

Mom, please.

So, Ma'am, does he leave here?
If not, there's nothing to talk about.

Come on... Please, give me your ID.

You're playing with fire.
I've just calmed down!

Let's wait a bit, and we'll see
how you're gonna make up for yourself.

-You'll have to find an excuse.
-1-2-4, please come in.

1-2-4, answer, it's very imp...

Hand me the young ladies' ID, too, please.

Now you're pushing the limit.

You are going to pay for this, you idiot.
Mother, calm down.

Go figure. It was set to silent
and I didn't hear it.

Especially since I'm so busy filling in
this report, right?

-Mihai!
-What is it?

Dude...

The boss called. You rejected his call
and turned off your walkie-talkie?

-I didn't hear anything.
-He's been calling you frantically.

Talk to him.

Yes, Sir.

I understand, but, it's not really like...

I understand.

I told you so, but you went on and on.
Fucking idiot.

Did you hear him? Let's arrest this jerk.

Didn't you hear him?

I didn't hear a thing.

Did you hear my call before?

Vica, thank God you left...

Why did all of this happen to us?

He shouldn't have seen all of this.

I'll come with you.
I know what to tell them.

You don't have to.
We have good doctors here.

Dad, there's nothing to see here.

-Can I help you?
-We're fine. Take the first aid kit.

We're okay. We can manage.

Easy.

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