If it were me, if the people I loved were alive now...
I wouldn't let them leave my side.
There’s 5 grands here. It should be enough.
Mr Toma. Our deal...
see, circumstances have changed.
Who are you, again?
Relu, from the poker game.
You brought us here, didn't you?
Many happy years together!
How are they ? How...
-How are they doing ? -They're fine.
They're fine for now.
The boy is still sedated.
He woke up half an hour ago, he was in a tizzy,
we had to up his dosage.
We did an MRI and an X-Ray.
His sixth and seven ribs are fissured.
And a mild head trauma.
He was lucky.
Lucky ?!
Lucky, yes. He could've died, for instance.
At full-term delivery, the weight of the fetus helps the mother
put enough pressure on the cervix to push it out.
A delivery at 24 weeks...
the fetus is underdeveloped, so it's harder.
Plus, we couldn't sedate her, because she'd lost a lot of blood
and we risked losing her.
The uterus sustained multiple lesions.
But I wouldn't assume the worst.
There may well be no future complications.
And she might even be able to get pregnant again.
The girl is stable, but...
We couldn't help the newborn.
It presented with multiple head trauma.
It was already in cardiac arrest when we got it out.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry - there was nothing we could do.
It wasn't developed enough to withstand a shock this big.
But the kids - they'll be all right ?
They boy is out of the woods.
And the girl has a real shot at recovery.
That's about it.
What was it ?
The child.
A boy.
It was a boy.
CINEMATOGRAPHY
SET DESIGN
COSTUME DESIGN
EDITING
MUSIC
PRODUCER - HBO EUROPE
PRODUCER - MULTI MEDIA EST
PRODUCER - HBO ROMANIA
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
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SHADOWS
Hello, sir.
-Hey, how are you ? -Never better.
I wanted to come to the hospital when I heard - but I thought...
You thought right.
Don't be like that ! Not my fault, is it ?
It's not, Nico. It's got nothing to do with you.
Is he in there ?
Call Pop Geamanu.
He knows a big shot in the DA's office.
Make sure they don't start sniffing around this.
I can't reach him. That's why he's not here now.
There's something going on with his daughter, he said last night.
You know, the handicapped one.
Said she can't walk, can't eat on her own now.
She'd be handicapped all right, after he fucked all his cousins.
You keep trying him.
Here.
This big one goes to the doctor.
This one's for those lousy nurses. Otherwise they don't lift a finger.
Consider it done.
Put two boys on watch at the hospital. To be safe.
You know what I'd fancy now ?
Get a stake, two beers, jump in my car and go to the woods.
While it's cool out.
I'd sit down in a clearing...
Set up my grill...
Salt the stakes, dab some pepper, some thyme on them...
Do you like thyme ?
I do.
I didn't used to before, but now I do.
People's tastes change.
I'd sit there, eat my stake, drink my beers.
No cellphone, no headaches.
And when I've had my stake and drunk my beer...
...do you know what I'd do ?
I'd start digging a hole.
Or a few holes. As need be.
And in it, I'd put the person responsible for what happened.
It won't be a large hole.
He's not worth it.
I'll chop him up into little pieces.
Wrap them up, like the butcher.
I'll sprinkle some dirt on top, and that's that.
Let the ferrets have at him.
You have to find him, Relu.
And bring him to me.
-What if we let the cops do their job ? -You think ?
Now we're asking the pigs for help, are we ?!
In cases like these, they can help. They've got more resources.
Hear that, Relu ? Pigs have more resources.
When it's your kids, then you can talk.
You have to find him, Relu !
I don't want the cops finding him first and letting him off easy...
2-to-7 years for a hit and run.
I want him to answer to me. Pay for what he did.
Do you understand ?
Madam ?
-Go home. -Did something happen ?
No. Go home, you've nothing to worry about.
I got it. Thank you.
The girl's all right now.
You can see that she's sleeping. OK ?
Come on, please.
What if something happens ?
It won't.
Go home, get some rest. Then, come right back.
Let's go.
-Cheers. -Good day.
I need to see a red BMW. B-77-AOI
Brought in yesterday.
Are you Police or Insurance ?
-Neither. -Then, I can't let you in.
Why not ?
Why would I let you look at a red BMW with B-77-AOI plates
if you're neither a cop or an insurance agent ?
It's like I said, I need to.
That may be. But you can't.
Listen here, mate. What do you think you're doing ?
Strutting in like a peacock, thinking I'm a 300-Ron whore you can buy ?
-No. -No ?
What do you call this, then ?
Hospital care.
Sorry to bother.
I brought your wife's clothes.
What ?
Mrs. Magda's clothes... that she was wearing when she was brought in.
We figured, since she's asleep and, you know how it is,
things can go missing in here.
The doctor said, if you wanna see her, whenever, I'll take you to her.
-Maybe later. -It's up to you.
There's just one shoe in there...
I imagine the other got lost...
Why ? Mhm...
-Where's your restroom ? -Head out, the first door on your left.
What's so hard to get ? Can't be done, that's that.
Cheers !
Relu, man ! Are you mad ?!
How do you know where I live ?
A little bird told me.
Come on, bro, you can't just show up like this.
Next time, call ahead !
I'm with my wife here, my daughters too.
Oh, how nice !
You're barbecuing.
-Fish, is it ? -No, salmon.
My wife cooked it, with potatoes.
Salmon ? You don't say. On a cop's salary ?
-Won't you have a beer ? -No.
I won't have a beer.
I'll have a sandwich and a beer.
The accident happened 17 kilometers from the border.
This is a gas station. 7 kilometers from the crash.
The crash happened at 4:18 PM.
-How do you know ? -A little bird, I told you.
These are from the surveillance cameras in the gas station.
Everything on here between 4:18 and, say, 4:45 -
I need to know about.
All the small cars.
Find them, check them and call me.
Hold up, bro, I'm lost. The traffic cops can -
Traffic cops ?
You mean the guys who Protect no one and Serve themselves ?
Don't make me laugh.
Tanase.
Call me in two hours.
Pop Puiu ?
-What about him ? -Have you looked ? Any new leads ?
No, bro, I keep telling you. You ask me that every time.
And I'll keep asking.
I haven't heard anything new.
Blow on them, man !
-Come on, six-four. Come on, six-four ! -Five-three works too.
Shut the fuck up, you can go five-three rounds with yo mama !
I'm shit out of fucking luck.
You rolled too slow. It stopped on the edge, see ?
While we're young, pops ! Are you waiting for a priest ?!
Pops, you must be collecting rabbits' feet with that luck.
Fuck my life !
Did you see how it's done ? He rolled hard, is how he nailed it.
You're one to talk hard rolls ! Your dad jerked off in a cup to make you.
You're an asshole ! Go fuck yourself !
-You know my mom had issues. -Like what ?
What she had a lot of was dicks up her ass.
-Say what ?! -Quit fucking about !
-You're asking to get smacked. -It's this guy who's talking shit.
Earth to grandpa ! You playing or what ?
Fuck this bad luck !
-Two hundred. -Say what ?
You said 100 for the gammon, 50 for the single. So, 200 in all.
Really ? What if I don't pay ?
If you don't pay, you don't pay.
Who's up for a game ?
Better be good for it though. I've had it with sore losers.
Move over, bro !
See if I give a shit about money. 100 for the single, two for the gammon.
Fuck this, man !
Costache !
Let's go, you !
Move it.
Stop dragging your heels... I said, move it !
Are you mixing steroids in the kids' food again, guv ?
-Their balls are all swollen. -Enough of that, Axinte !
Won't you be a pal all the way and bring me a Coke ?
Go on, I'll give your missus a good oral if you do.
-What did you say ? -Axinte, get out !
Sit down, Costache.
For real, now, guv, can I get me one of those ?
Costache Sabin - 29 years old...
I'm Florentin too, after my mom.
...last known address: Bucharest,
Priors: three.
Household burglary at 19...
Guv - that woman was a skank, known for it across the hood.
She called me over one day to help her move a cabinet,
and as soon as I came in the door,
she jumped me and latched on to my dick, tight as a tick.
What was I supposed to do ? I was young.
I pounded her so good, she was foaming at the mouth.
Afterward, I said, 'Love, how about giving me a small token of appreciation
'for the young cock that hit the spot ?'
She was 45, ripe and then some.
So then she starts cussing me out, spitting at me...
and then she threw me out.
Fucking whore ! So out I went, what else was there ?!
Only I grabbed an ottoman on my way out, for my mom.
And some forks. Silver, so she said after.
As if ! Plastic.
At 23, threat of bodily injury ?
Assault with an offensive weapon.
Guv, that was a misunderstanding.
I was stabbing the air with a shiv just for fun,
and some lowlife jumped into my range.
-What a dumb-ass ! -Am I right ?
Wow, hospitalized for six weeks... traumatic brain injury.
-Yeah, good thing it wasn't his time. -True.
Six months ago, domestic violence ?
That was a set-up outright.
Costache, man, in that case, you're as clean as a newborn babe.
I wouldn't go that far, guv.
I let slip the occasional 'hell,'
and I have unclean thoughts, mostly about Axinte's wife.
Here's the deal. They're recommending early release on parole
and I have to sign off as well.
But you're so fun to be around, I'd like you to stay on.
What do you think ?
I like your type.
Waltzing in here, balls as big as church bells,
then they get fucked in gen pop 'till they can't sit down,
and they quiet down.
Weirdly, it's not the system setting them straight...
...the context is.
Isn't it ironic ?
Right, so what ?
Two and a half grand.
For my signature ?
Come on, guv. I wouldn't offend you like that, would I ?
It's for the Coke and the smoke.
You'll sign that either way. 'Cause you're as nice as pie.
Listen here, pretty boy.
Are you looking to wake up tomorrow -
with a cunt where your cock used to be ?
No, guv. I like myself just the way I am.
But since you brought up cunt -
what if we quit messing about and got down to business ?
What's his name ?
Coca. It's a she.
Coca.
Throwing a bit of a fit, are we ?
I don't know what's eating her...
I have one of these myself.
You do ? How old ?
I don't know why I ever got it.
A miserable breed. So useless. Let's go.
-Can I help you ? -I'll have some water.
...if you've got a problem with it, send it like they used to, on pigeons.
Go on, get on with it ! This ain't a charity.
How are you, Mr. Toma ?
Why are we hiding behind closed doors ?
I thought you all took bribes here.
Yes, but some more than others.
Care for a coffee ?
Would I care a coffee, Romica ?
Mr. Toma doesn't drink coffee. It's his ulcer.
Oh, that's right. Sorry, I forgot.
How about some warm milk ?
I don't want any warm milk.
What I want is my case of wine back.
-So, Mr. Toma - -You had me, an old man, come here...
-...with my ulcer, with my issues. -Let's be honest, Mr. Toma !
Is this a confessional, Romica ?
-It's not. So why be honest ? -It's just a figure of speech.
So, Mr. Toma, while you were importing from the Union,
you saw yourself, the road was clear. And you brought in quite a lot:
from Malaga, Cartagena, then from Marseille...
The taxes too, you must've realized - you've enjoyed special exemptions.
Well within my legal rights.
As long as the items come in occasionally, or are for personal use.
Six hundred bottles a month ?!
-It was Romica's birthday. -Yes, it was. I'm a Virgo.
What about last month ?
-We had a christening in the family. -Yes, we had a christening.
Come on, Mr. Toma ! And the month before that ?
We had a funeral.
And we'll have another one next month.
Let's get real.
As far as items from the Union, our deal stays as we agreed.
But as for Turkey, or Morocco, other taxes apply for those.
You have to understand, I have other duties too.
I have to keep things running smoothly, Heep everyone happy.
Look -
why don't we do this -
What is this ?
Let's open a bottle of wine,
and talk some more over drinks.
-So you confiscate, you steal - -Come on, don't be like that !
24 bottles of Saint Etienne Grand Cru,
that go for 3,000 euro a pop -
Is that how much this costs ?
And now you want to open one and drink it in front of me -
-I was just thinking... -In this filthy excuse for a pawn shop.
-I was just thinking... -Mr. Anghel.
We have a problem.
-Namely ? -Saint Etienne is a very subtle wine.
Yes, so ?
It has the faintest floral undertones
that some even describe as feminine, but I think it's just a preconception.
That's just my opinion, because the owner of the vineyards is a woman.
She's actually the only woman in Burgundy, or Bourgogne, as they say,
who made her mark in what seemed a male-only industry.
So ?
What's the problem ?
The Saint Etienne Grand Cru
doesn't go with pork.
It goes with fish, with sea fruit,
with a matured goat cheese
or with a Saint Pierre de l'Ardèche.
Or with a Bleu de Midi-Pyrénées.
No way around it, see ? To open a bottle of this, with pork...
That would be a shame. Truly sinful.
And sinners get their just deserts.
Or at least that's what our priest told us when we were kids.
Don't jump ! My car's parked down there.
Don't !
What do they have you on ?
Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. I'm still in pain.
Here, my treat !
I couldn't find one of those Get Well Soon cards.
Did they find the guy ?
The guy who ran into you.
They will.
Man, what you'd do to him, with what you're feeling right now.
That's the thing, I don't feel anything.
It's not like we'd known each other for ages,
not like we lived together, spent every day together,
and all of a sudden -
I don't know... fuck it.
It was a boy.
The nurse told me. We didn't wanna do the echo.
I don't know, it's all so...
...abstract.
Like someone died, and you know you were close,
but you'd never actually seen them.
OK, let's not dwell on that,
or I'll get depressed and go back to vodka and Valium milkshakes.
How about something better ? A pick-me-up ?
-Do you have any ? -In my car.
Not much, but it's quality stuff, it really helps.
Let me tell you, when my dad died,
I went downhill fast, didn't leave the house for 6 months.
I'd just be playing Tic Tac Toe with a knife on my wrists.
I even had it framed for posterity.
And it really did help.
Your dad rocked.
He really did.
You know the saying, about how parents should be killed off young.
I'm off to the car. Back in a jiff.
You bozo...
You really scared me.
I'm glad you're OK.
If something happened to you, I think I'd...
-Are all of them cops ? -No, there are others...
Like, that lad's a teacher, that one's an engineer...
So, intellectuals only. Tell me.
So, I looked at all the cars, like you said.
Got their plates, addresses, phone numbers - the works.
Great job, I'll build you a statue.
What's your deal with me, Relu ? You keep taking digs lately.
You're just being sensitive. Let's continue.
There's nothing there.
-Nothing. -And this ?
It's from a convent near Giurgiu.
Nothing there.
This one's a bit weird.
-Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe not. -What is ?
The license plate doesn't match the car.
The car this plate belonged to was in an accident two weeks ago.
Total write-off.
The owner took it off the road and had it dismantled.
Tanase, if I'm looking for suspense, I'll jerk off in the dark.
So I don't know when I come.
So, total write-off, had it dismantled...
Sent it to a car scrapyard.
Might be a coincidence. Or not.
The scrapyard is owned by Pop Geamanu.
-Are you sure ? -One thousand percent !
One thousand percent is just ten.
Yeah, man, as sure as eggs is eggs. I checked it twice.
The Captain will be pleased.
No, he won't.
-'Cause you won't tell him. -Why wouldn't I ?
So, what's your play ?
Taking credit for this in front of the Captain ?
Tanase.
My daughter has tubes coming out of her like carburetor lines.
The last thing on my mind is showing off to the Captain.
Come on, man, I didn't mean that.
This stays between us.
And if it doesn't stay between us -
- maybe one of these nights I'll drop by your house.
And maybe..
I'll eat all your salmon. Do you want that ?
Yeah, OK, man, what the hell ?! I get it.
I know you do.
Well, I'll be damned, pops !
What's with you in the park at night ? Shouldn't you be at death's door ?
That's why I'm here, to give him the runaround.
Pops, you're a real slicker. Always a joke at the ready.
-You remind me of my grandpa. -You don't say !
Yes, he was a wise-ass too. Had a big mouth on him,
a real hustler, that dude was funny.
What was his name ? Maybe we were mates.
Maybe I even knew your grandma.
Pops, you're splitting my sides here. For fucking real !
Too bad you're in for a beating.
-Banel, man - -The name's Benone.
-Like the yogurt ? -Benone.
Listen, None !
I'm curious, what do you weigh ?
Pop Batshit, did you hear me just now ?
I reckon about 85 kilos.
-That's about it. -What's it to you how much I weigh ?
Bilbo, son, it's like this.
When you're overweight, your joints go on the fritz.
Your ankle, your knee, your hip, your elbow -
OK, so ?
It's like making a pig walk in those teeny ballerina shoes.
-No balance there. -Well, slap me silly !
Don't mind if I do !
Be-no-Ne...
Oh, Benone !
When you slam your face into a guy's knee,
it's important not to drown on your bloody snot.
Or you end up looking like shit, second time around.
-Cheers, Pop Geamanu. -Relu !
What are you doing here ?
What, indeed...
See, I've been dealing with a lot.
I heard about your misfortune.
Awful. Just awful.
I have a girl too, you know - she's handicapped.
She doesn't speak. Just growls.
It's how we talk, she and I.
Well, as much as we can.
Cheers. Best of health to your girl !
So yeah, I should be going. She's all alone at home...
-I've got to lock up here - -I found him, Pop Geamanu.
I found the guy.
Which guy ?
The guy who caused the crash.
The lads found him.
-He was trying to skip the country. -Really ?
We're meeting at that warehouse by the Uzunu exit.
The Captain, Paganel, Titel - all the lads.
Coming ?
Me ? What good would I be ?
Suit yourself.
Just tell me what to tell the boss when he asks why you didn't come.