There, there.
-He took everyone. -Nabbed them all last night?
Yes, last night.
We'd barely been out an hour, I'd only had two johns...
...then, around 12 or 1, a car pulls over and...
What car?
-The car these two guys came out of. -What color was it?
Navy blue. I even thought it might be cops.
Then the door opened and two thugs climbed out.
One slapped me over the eyes so hard I saw stars!
I started screaming.
He slammed Roxana's head on the curb...
He yanked Loredana by the hair and mopped the street with her.
Nico, I can't put up with this. This time, I'm filing a complaint.
Motherfuckers! Not even rats get clobbered like that!
-Do you wanna file a complaint? -Yeah, I do.
-Fine. -Wait, where are you going?
If you wanna be dumb about it, it's your funeral.
-How is this dumb? -How is it dumb?
Do you think these people are gonna fix anything?
By the way, what do I tell the boss when he hears about the complaint?
Don't you trust him to take care of this mess?
Like he took care of it last night?
What happened last night won't happen again. I can promise you that.
What if it does, Nico?
It's easy for you to say, you weren't there, you don't know...
How do you know I don't?
Mada, look at me!
If anything like it goes down again, I'll personally get you to the cop-shop
and I'll pen you the complaint.
-Come on, Nico... -I swear it, Mada!
What will it be?
OK.
SHADOWS Episode 2
Who thinks muscle-building's a good idea at 6 AM?
Those who can.
Itching for it, are you?
-And no one to scratch it... -Weren't you sulking?
What does one have to do with the other?
Hot to trot all of a sudden, huh?
How about you put that tongue of yours to better use?
That's it? It expired?
Get a load of this one, right?
I have to go.
What are you doing up at this hour?
-You're being such a dickhead! -Hey!
Don't "hey" me, when he's a little shit!
-Where's my iPod, man? -Right where you left it.
-Where? -At the library.
Magda! Did'ya get out of the wrong side of the bed?
-If he took my iPod and now he's... -So?
Can't you go a day without those earbuds?
-She can't. -Morning! Everyone's awake?
Do you want me to whip up some eggs?
I'm heading out.
What's the plan with the grass in the back, Relu?
-What else? Let it grow. -I meant the grass that's not there.
-What isn't there will get there. -When?
-When it's there, you'll see it. -Really now, Relu...
It's grass in the yard or food on the table, your choice!
Don't be like that!
I figured, now we got the diamonds and cruises out of the way...
...maybe we can finish the house! The lawn and the fence at least.
The lioness is doing it doggie-style!
Drop me off on the way, will'ya?
Sure, but get a move on, I'm in a hurry. That's all you're gonna wear?
Yes, little man, that's all.
What? Can't take the competition?
Charming! Classy!
Do you wanna come with me and get your leg over?
I'm buying. It's my treat.
Still dwelling on that wretched Giani, are you?
-How do you know about Giani? -A little bird told me.
Relster, son...
No point letting him get to you, a bozo who's never been or done squat.
-Not for as long as I've known him. -Pops, don't speak ill of the dead!
-I speak about the living just the same! -Maybe you shouldn't.
Check you out!
Going all uppity young Turk on me, and it's not even daylight yet.
-I mean, you don't have all the facts. -What facts?
Did you stick a knife in his belly?
-It's not that. -Then what?
So if I spit at some poor guy and it hits him in the face
...is that my fault?
That's how you lived your life?
I lived it how I lived it, well enough to get to be 68!
Say what you will...
-Tell me then, how come... -Let's drop it.
Pull over here.
You scoff at everything I say. Like your shit don't stink!
That one there could be yours.
Could be, who knows?
But I doubt it. Judging by the mug on his mom!
I wouldn't even screw her with a pillow over her face.
-You're quite choosy! -As well I should! Brando.
You're quite the skirt-chaser, huh?
I chase my share.
But I don't screw everything that moves like others.
-You don't? -No.
I've always been more bookish, into philosophy and all that.
-Didn't you ever want this? -What?
Munchkins.
A wife.
There was a time, one night, but then I got to working and forgot about it.
So, what's on the grapevine?
-Do you know a Ieremia? -The one from Rahova?
No, that's his brother, Tomita. This one's Cornel.
I know them both.
-How much is he in for? -He nabbed some girls off Mosilor.
-He what? -You heard right.
He drove by last night with some guys, stuffed them all in his car...
...then he tore off, cool as a cucumber!
He only left that one behind.
Why wasn't she taken?
Why indeed! She costs more pills than she's worth.
How much do I ask him?
Nothing, the boss wants him in his debt but he's returning the girls.
And he's covering the hospital fees and meds for the girls he bashed.
-The Captain said that? -Yes, Captain's orders.
Teddy! Teddy!
Hey there, mutt!
Hello.
Isn't he the kind that locks its jaw around your hand?
-Pit bull. -And you got the short straw with him.
The hand isn't a vital organ.
So I trained him to go for the throat or the balls. Wanna see?
-Let's go. -Mr. Relu?
Should I bring some rubber boots?
Son, wear stilettos and fishnet stockings for all I care.
-To each his own. -No, I mean, will there be blood?
I don't wanna get dirty.
-Theodore... -Teddy.
Don't go kicking up a fuss.
I'm only taking you along on your dad's say-so.
-But don't start strutting around. -What do you mean?
I mean you keep mum and stay out of it.
These guys I be dealing with don't need an excuse to bend you over!
-I deal with. -You deal with what?
"These guys I deal with," not "I be dealing with."
You really want your brown eye poked.
-Not particularly. -Not particularly?
-I'd rather not. -You'd rather not?
No.
Buckle up.
-Do you like Rachmaninoff? -I don't drink and drive.
Are we turning ourselves in already?
-Good day, Is Guv' Tanase in? -Who wants to know?
I'm his cousin, Tinel.
There's an emergency back home and he's not answering his cell.
He went to the loo.
The murderer's that kid from the beginning.
-Guv' Tanase? -Shit, man...
Can't even get a break on the crapper.
The Municipal Hospital's on the phone for you.
It's your missus... she had to go in for emergency surgery.
She had an accident.
A cock got jammed in her pie hole and she had trouble breathing!
Goddamn the sight of you, Relu! I was this close to shitting myself.
-Still wearing a thong, guv' Tanase? -'Course! Lets the cheeks breathe.
You're in clover, judging by the new typist.
Damn, let me tell you! She doesn't budge, from 9 to 5.
No BS, you couldn't pry her from her post with a forklift!
-She's like the Great Sphinx. -Like a lawman should be, right?
-Unflinching. -If you say so.
-Who's the little lady? -He's the Captain's son.
-Tanase. I'm honored. -Teddy.
How about you two go cottaging on your own time?
Come on, I've gotta talk to you.
I thought you didn't get tangled up in this sort of tangle.
I've only got these toys today.
But if you still wanna, I'll step it up in a month or so.
Something big's coming my way.
This one shoots rubber pellets. If you want, I can throw in 10 mags.
It'll set you back 200, just for you, my brother from another mother.
-Won't you have to account for it? -Account to who?
All last month our phones were dead, 'cause these guys didn't pay the bill.
-All that there's Vladone's arsenal. -I heard he ran into a clusterfuck.
The crime squad.
5,000 volts!
It'll zap you like nobody's business. But you gotta wait for it to charge.
-How long? -5 seconds.
I'll be roadkill by then.
Rent-a-mobsters!
Magda!
-What? -Didn't I tell you to get the laundry?
-What's that? -Didn't I...
It's started to rain! The laundry!
Hello there, want a hand?
Come on in!
I can't, I left the laundry in the yard.
No one's gonna steal 'em in this weather.
-No, but I have to go back in. -Go on... Heads up!
Thank you.
-Some tea? Or coffee? -No, thanks.
Milk then? Cocoa? Meatball soup? Cherry brandy?
-Codrin. -Gina. Gina Oncescu.
-Tea then. And maybe a bit of brandy. -Tea it is then. And a bit of brandy.
Much obliged, for the sludge extraction!
-I can call you Gina, right? -Yap.
-Were you born this way? -I should be so lucky.
I'd be better off now.
I was in a car accident 7 years ago. On my way back from Turkey.
I was tired, it was foggy, and...
And there's no one to help you?
But, 2 years in, she got fed up with washing my ass, excuse the French.
And she ran off, as they say, with another...
...my cousin.
-Jeez, what a... -Skank?
I did forgive her.
How could she just take off on someone going through hell?
You're not even bedridden, I saw you working out this morning.
Do I go rifling through your pockets as if they were my own?
-Sorry. May I? -Sure...
If you want another whop.
-Is it good? -Yap.
-Want some? -No, no.
It's from that place they raided and found 7 types of jizz in the filling.
-Stay here. -But I'm meant to come...
You're meant to come back to your dad's in one piece tonight.
Stay...
...here!
-Who's there? -With the light bill.
What light bill, man? Again?
Bloody hell...
You're done for, tosser! Do you know who I am?
Easy, easy. Through your mouth. Breathe through your mouth.
Up, get up!
Those girls you took off of Mosilor, you'll return them.
The girls from Mosilor. You'll give them back. Got it?
Man, am I making myself clear? You'll let those girls go.
And pay the damage you did to them.
Got it? Don't make me come here again!
-I'll find you! -What's that, man?
I'll find you, and everyone you love...
I'll bash the living shit out of you all!
You'll find me? You'll find me, huh?
Here I am, I came to you! Go on, say your piece!
In the dead of night, in the middle of the Sahara, surrounded by 20 Tuaregs.
Our cells weren't working, nothing was getting across.
They were yelling at us in Berber! Not to mention, they had guns!
-Machine guns? -Not quite, but still...
...rifles, machetes.
We only had pocket knives for opening cans!
So what did they want?
What all men want in this world, a woman.
Let's go home. We've been here long enough.
-Let's stay a bit more! -I said now.
-Good-bye! -See'ya!
Bye!
-Thank you. -Happy to have you.
Maybe you can all come over, your husband too, one Saturday night.
-We'll have a barbecue, some spritzers. -We'll see.
My husband's not big on socializing. Plus, he works Saturdays.
Then, just bring yourself. And the kids, of course.
We'll see.
-I don't know if it's the right key. -You better make sure they are.
They hid...
If I even hear you breathe, I'll deck you like a sack of potatoes!
Let's go.
Hands off, who knows what she's carrying!
-She can barely stand, I won't! -Wait!
-OK, so, I'll see you tomorrow... -You shouldn't come with me anymore.
He'll have a fit.
-How old are you? -18.
Go do what 18-year-olds do.
-Like what? -No idea.
But what you did today ain't it.
Where the devil are you? You fucking piece of shit!
Gnawing on BPMWs now, are you?! I'll rip your teeth out, fucking mutt!
Look what you did! Where are you? WHERE??
...So he told us to write what our parents do for a living.
And we put down doctor, engineer, driver, ambulance driver...
Mine said taxi driver...
And Luca, a bit of an odd duck, put down miner.
A miner's a job too!
Yeah, but then Teach came over and asked, or whispered more like it...
"Luca, isn't your father deceased?"
And he goes: "Yes, that's why I said miner. Since he's underground now!"
A miner!
Oh God!
I know some miners myself!
Magda!
Hello Kitty!
What's wrong, baby boy? Can't find your mommy?
I'm looking for Mr. Relu. Came to drop off some tools.
Mommyyy!
It's a boy, says he brought you your tools back.
-What? -A boy's here with your tools.
-H-h-ow did you get here? -Your electric bill.
I figured you'd be mad, so I paid it for you. The least I could do.
Dad doesn't know anything...
...about this, or about what happened earlier with the lion on TV.
-Nothing happened earlier. -My point exactly.
-Hey, mom wants to know if... -Go back inside!
-What do you want? -I want to learn.
Mr. Relu! Don't come for me tomorrow, I'll drop by to pick you up.
End of episode 2