Toma... has gone missing.
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Tomorrow's day one. The first shipment.
I want you to go to Constanta.
Don't you go conking out in a bar. There's work to be done later.
I'm the one paying for that oxygen you're breathing.
Good luck, Chuckie!
Where does this Captain live?
I want the Captain, Relu Oncescu and Sabin Costache - that’s first.
I've got more skill than you lot put together.
Teddy!
Hey! Careful with that!
You’re one of those health freaks, huh?
I’m one of those who hate talking on an empty stomach.
Better get some food in you, boss.
Who knows when or if you’ll get a chance to after.
-Busting out the brain-teasers, are we? -What's that?
My point exactly.
Do you know what's in there?
I'm not one for existential dilemmas.
A 25-year stretch, bro.
That's what's in there, if you get caught.
I hope you'll be more careful today than you were last night
with Mr. Toma's poodle.
So it’s my fault it didn’t know to wait for a green light?
That's just it, see?
The funny thing is...
...it did know.
I taught it myself.
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PRODUCER - HBO EUROPE
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PRODUCER - HBO ROMANIA
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Teddy!
He's stopped moving.
And he's unresponsive. I think he's on something, I don't know what.
I called you guys ten minutes ago.
I'm dying...
Please don't die. I wanna kill you myself.
They have you on benzo - something - I don't know.
Benzodiazepines.
Clever boy. So this stuff, you know about.
Magda...
Fuck off! Shut up.
It’s not enough that they cut out a chunk of me and binned it.
Six months I had him inside me.
And they tossed him like he were food gone rotten in the fridge.
Bag it, toss it...
...in the trash, then watch the dogs eat it out back.
Magda... they didn't toss him.
Every morning I wake up waiting...
No, wishing...
...for a back ache.
Wishing for nausea, for puke...
...for my face to break out again - but no, I'm fucking all right.
I feel fine. Get it?
But I don’t wanna feel fine. I wanna feel like I did then.
And I hate myself for feeling fine.
And I’m so scared I'll never get over this I'm shitting bricks.
All I wanna do is cry.
I wanna cry.
Magda...
Do you think the heroin they found inside you makes you cool -
and the coke and all the others? I didn't even know what they were.
And when I brought you in, the doctor said...
...the next hour was critical! Do you know what that means?
I know, yes.
You do, you jerk? Then why -
Come here!
It's OK... hush...
Dorin.
Relu.
-Have you ever done this before? -'This' meaning...?
Long hauls, have you done any before?
-People. -Do you mean, illegals?
No, normal people. Well... 'normal.'
-I used to drive a cab. -Really?
I used to be an ambulance driver.
Up until 12 years ago, when I ran into some trouble.
I cut this guy, a mate of mine.
We got into a fight at the disco, he jumped at me...
I slashed him with a Pepsi bottle, right here. In the neck.
I grazed his jugular, so he was gone a minute later.
I didn't mean to.
-You didn't? -Who would?
Craiova pen, 12 years, maximum security...
I only got out two months ago.
Who's gonna hire me now? No one, that's who.
Fucking hell!
A mate told me about this.
I met with Mrs. Nico, we talked...
Said she'd pay me 500 euro to drive a truck from Constanta to Bucharest.
-Only a fool would pass that up, right? -So you haven't driven in 12 years?
You know how it is. Like riding a bike.
I don't know. I don't ride bikes.
Nico?
Where are you?
-Are you on the highway yet? -No, not yet.
-No, no, stop! Don't take the highway. -How come? It's longer.
-Take that old road, to the seaside. -It's longer that way.
Yeah, go through Slobozia. It's safer.
Nico?
The highway's full of checkpoints. Do you wanna take that chance?
All right.
-Take the road through Slobozia. -OK, boss.
That blue BMW... It’s been tailing us since we left Constanta.
Don't stress, no one's tailing us. Romania's full of BMW’s.
Yeah.
-Floor it. -OK, boss.
Cheers!
What do you want, dickwad?
To take your bag.
Take this bag, I take your life.
The Captain sent me - to pick you up from the airport.
Sabin's the name. But the lads call me Sabinache.
I’m gonna call you 'dickwad.' Got that, dickwad?
Sure, boss.
Are we gonna sweet-talk me there or did you bring a car?
This wreck over here.
Go on, pop it!
What do you think you're doing, dickwad?
Driving you to Bucharest... right?
No one drives me nowhere, dickwad.
OK, boss.
-Sabinache? -Yes, boss?
What did we just say?
You told me the lads called you Sabinache.
And I said I’ll call you 'dickwad.'
So if I call out Sabinache and you answer...
...what does that make me?
One of your lads?
-No, boss. -'No, boss' is right.
-Sabinache? -Yes, boss?
What's wrong, boss?
I don't like this.
What? My driving?
I don't like the road. There's no visibility.
I can see fine.
That’s ‘cause you don’t know what to look for.
When I say the word - slow down.
-Didn't you just say to floor it? -Now I'm telling you to slow down.
OK, boss.
Move it to the middle of the road.
Not yet... not yet...
Now.
B-1-1-1-K-B-K. Floor it.
-Hello, Tanase? -I can't talk now, Relu.
You don't have to talk, just listen.
-Listen, I can't... -I need you to run a plate.
-Tanase, I need it now. -OK, boss, shoot.
B-1-1-1-K-B-K.
K-B-K. A blue BMW. An old Series 5.
Yes, got it.
OK, call me back.
Listen, boss.
I think you're working yourself up for nothing.
Listen boss.
I think you should focus on driving.
Yes, love. Why can't you just take my word for it?
Yes, I've got people waiting on me, I told you, I have a meeting...
Fine, bye. You're blaming me for things I haven't done.
Fine, let's not go into that right now.
Hello? Hello?
So? What do you think?
-It's nice. -Right? I think so.
I mean, it's not much, but it's got all you could wish for.
It's got a well-appointed kitchen... a fridge... a microwave...
There's a pharmacy around the corner, and a grocery store.
The subway's 3 minutes away.
To list its strong suits.
I really think you'll take to it in no time.
And it looks onto the lake - it's a spectacular view.
The sunsets here are superb. Especially in the fall,
with the leaves falling... It's all rusty red and pastels...
Yes. It's all one could wish for.
Let me show you the bedroom too. I'm sure you'll like it.
Through here...
Further on... all the way back.
Ta-daa! So? How do you like it?
-It's nice. -Right?
Yes.
There’s this - this unique air to it.
There's a lowboy... a closet... nightstands... a bed...
And lamps, for if you want to read at night.
Very nice.
Oopsy-daisy!
The bed’s a bit squeaky, to be honest. Especially when - you know...
When you get nightmares.
Yes.... That's right.
I thought you said this was a work flat.
It is, of course it is.
It's a work flat.
-Can I open a window? -Of course.
Hold up, let me help!
No, it's... Wait, let me...
Wow, you smell so good!
You smell so good!
God, how you turn me on!
Here, feel it!
-Hold on... -I wanna touch your breasts!
Do you want me to?
-Let me touch your breasts, please! -Wait, I don't know that we should...
What is it?
Don't you like me, or what?
-It's not that... -Or maybe I'm not your type?
-No... -I'm not?
-No, it's not that. -I'm in love Gina!
I'm in love with you.
I swear it. I swear it on my kids!
Ever since I saw you, when you came looking for a job, I felt this thing...
...rushing over me.
I can see that.
Let's make love! Please, Gina, please!
I’m not good with words, but this way you’ll get a sense of what I mean.
I can sense it just fine now.
I'm pathetic, right? That's what it is.
I'm pathetic. A dumb, pitiful moron.
To fall in love like this...
...like a hopeless high schooler.
And the girl I love won’t even give me the time of day. Right?
Idiot. Moron!
Don't say that. It's nice.
And the flat is so nice too.
-Sorry, I didn't mean to... -No.
It's not your fault.
It's the story of my life. Always settling for what I get...
And never getting what I want, what I really long for.
Make love to me, please... Please, please!
Make love to me... Let me be inside you!
Please, Gina!
I know you want to. Every inch of my body tells me you do.
Let me inside you. Please, please!
Please!
-Tanase. Tell me. -Relu, I couldn't find anything.
-What do you mean? -I called my guy in traffic control,
I gave him the plates and he couldn't find anything.
Are you sure you gave me the right plates?
I gave you the right plates.
-Those were the plates. -Then, I don't know what to tell you...
Pull into this gas station.
Boss, I was told I'm only to stop in Bucharest.
OK, boss. I'll stop at the gas station.
I have to take a leak anyway.
So it’s nothing, huh?
Sure, boss, look at that.
Your blue BMW must've stopped just for us.
Let them get their rocks off, boss.
Didn't you wanna take a piss?
I'll have a smoke, let you go first.
Got it.
OK, later then.
Let me go! Let me go!
I have a kid!
I have a daughter.
I have a 7-year-old kid, man.
Are you Toma's?
-Are you Toma's? -Toma, who?! Who's...?
Which Toma? You mother-fucking lunatic!
Toma, who?
Run it under some water and rub.
To get the blood flowing.
Fucking... fuck you!...
Yeah?
Is this a bad time?
No. What's wrong? What happened?
Nothing's wrong. I can only call if something's wrong, or what?
No... no.
I'm not keeping you from anything, then?
No... I'm...
I'm out, working.
Working, right...
What do you mean?
-I was thinking, maybe... -What?
I was thinking... if you wanted to, and you weren't too busy...
...maybe we could grab a coffee.
When? Just now?
Now, or later... whenever you're free.
If you want to.
OK.
Let's talk later.
Hello?
OK. Talk later, then.
Let's go.
-Answer it. -It's just...
Answer!
-Hello. -Daddy!
-What's up, sweetie? -When are you coming home, daddy?
-Daddy's still at work. -No!
-Don't yell, sweetie, I can hear you. -Why can't you come now?
-Because I've still got stuff to do! -I'm stuff too!
-Go on, put mom on. -I can't, she's in the kitchen.
-What? -It's that BMW.
Hang up. Hang up!
Overtake it.
Go around it.
Floor it.
Fuck me!
-What? -He made me.
-Are you sure? -He's looking right at me.
-Where are you? -I've just cleared Fetesti.
What?
That's bad. Very bad! We're 4 km out.
If you jerked me around, you're dead. Got it, bitch?! Go! Go!
We're fucked. Go! Go, go, go!
-We have to get off the road. -Get off, where, man?
What are you looking for, man?
There.
Are you mad, man? We'll get fucking stuck that way.
-Go left. Go left! -I am!
What the fuck are you up to?
Fuck me!
Mother-fucker!
-I lost him. -How could you lose him?!
-He cut through the field. -He did what?
He cut through the field. What don't you get? The field.
Go after him!
I did! I got stuck in a ditch. Mother-fucking piece of shit!
Faster! Faster!
Boss! Boss!
What are you doing? What are you doing?
I can't, boss. With my criminal record, if they catch me... I can't!
Let go!
Fuck me, he's getting away!
Remi the Sprinter, what are you packing?
-The SL8. -You can make it.
Go.
Get him!
-Bull's eye! -Fuck, yeah!
I got a hard-on. No bullshit!
Go after him!
Remi, where are you?
I'm close. Catching up to you.
-I saw it. You're good! -Great work, he popped like Carbonara.
Bull's eye!
Come on, we'll laugh about it later. We might need you again.
On my way, boss.
How about we celebrate tonight? You, me, a Chardonnay?
-Boss! -What?
The truck.
It went into the valley, but then never came out.
What do you mean, never came out?
I don't know, maybe it's nothing, but...
Step on it, man!
What the fuck?!
No, no, no, no! Fucking mother-fucker!
NOO!
Boss, what about that guy? Wanna get Remi on it?
No need, not after what he's done.
Someone else will make sure he gets his.
Daddy!
No, it's not daddy.
Put your mommy on.
Mom! A man's on the phone for you!
-Hello? -I'm a friend of Dorin's.
Has something happened?
Yes. Something happened.
I'm sorry.
Two million. Two million euro!
The cops were on to me. I had no choice.
Shut up. Shut up! Shut up or I'll cut you.
Shut up! Shut up!
You’ve got telenovelas here too, I see.
This is all I could find.
It's a bit scrawny.
But I'll make it work.
I'll make you a mean tarragon stew.
So good you’d kill your kids for it.
All done with the telenovela, and the screaming?
-I... -The telenovela racket's huge in Spain.
It's a phenomenon.
I mean, people are falling over themselves to watch them.
What the fuck?!
Grown-ass people drooling over the TV set?!
I might not be the smartest cookie, though I am,
but I don't get it, for the life of me.
But they're actually from South America.
They say, if you felt like it,
you could topple the government using telenovelas.
That's how much popular they are.
And they say, a long time ago, before people had TVs,
they aired them on the radio.
We had that too, radio theater.
-What was that, dickwad? -Nothing, boss.
Well, aren't you a big oaf? You were right on the money.
We did have radio theater.
Millions of people, man! Hundreds of millions!
All with their ears glued to the radio. Listening to stories.
Can you guys imagine that?
I don't like stories.
This boy’s done a lot of running today.
But did he run 'cause he's sporty and he likes it?
Or did he run to save our asses?
Myeah... save our asses for 2 million euro.
I couldn’t give a shit about 2 million euro,
fuck each and every euro, once, twice, four hundred times over.
What I do care about though - and I shit you not,
I care about it more than I ever cared about who shot JR in Dallas.
I watch the American shows ‘cause they've got fighting, to be clear.
What I'd like to know is how the cops knew about it.
We're not talking dumb cops here.
We're talking smart cops.
The type who, when you wanna find them, there's no proof they even exist.
As I see it, I've been setting up this play for two years now -
me, my bro and old man Toma -
and I do such a bad job of it, that they bust us on the first go?!
Not to mention, Toma vanishes into thin air - poof?!
What the fuck?!
What's your take...
Relster?
It sounds about right.
You did a poor job of setting it up.
Only, we didn't do a poor job of it, we did a solid job of it.
Toma wouldn't have ratted, 'cause I had him by the balls.
And my bro... is my bro.
So that just leaves one explanation.
Someone told the boys in blue how well I set this whole play up.
And I'll find out who that was.
But first, I wanna cook some stew.
WHORE
Boss.
Do you need me to spell it out?
Or can you guess?
No.
I get it.
No way, fuck!
I thought it was a toy.
Sorry, boss.
Honest mistake.
Sorry about the mess.
I was planning on moving anyway.
-Really? -Uh-huh.
Where to?
Another place.
And how are we supposed to find you, if we ever need a chat?
Who's 'we?'
Imagine this is the law.
You're on that side, we're on this side.
'We,' 'you'...
Too many words.
People like to blame the country, or the commies, or the rotten system.
If you run someone over on the zebra crossing, no problem.
Just move the crossing one foot further.
Just like that, the victim becomes the culprit.
That's Romania for you, huh?
Nonsense.
I think it’s just human nature.
It’s the same everywhere.
We all want the same thing.
We just go about getting it in different ways.
Take me for instance.
I really wanted that truck today.
I really, really wanted it.
Why didn't you say so, boss? I'd have stopped.
See what happens when you don't use your words?
I’ll friend you on Facebook.
We’ll keep in touch from now on, deal?
Do you want my coffee?
It’s not like you’ll be sleeping now anyway.