Penoza: The Final Chapter

SRPSKA POSLA BRATE

MARIACHI MUSIC

Night round

How sad happens

How sad it crosses

On my balcony

Night round

How do I get here

How it hurts my heart

Sorry for your loss.

Moon that breaks over the darkness of my loneliness

THE WOMAN TAKES BREATHING

Senorita.

No.

Sorry.

A HIGH BEEP

No, mamá, no.

THE HIGH BEEP CONTINUES

A TRUCK HORNS

I'll be right with you.

Your food will be ready in no time.

Shall I refill?

Thanks darling.

Can I bring it?

Yes.

I'll do table three, Maria. - Thank you.

No problem.

Two burgers without pickles, a Mountain Special without pickles and a spaghetti.

Hopefully they like tipping more than my pickles. Table six.

Enjoy your meal.

Release. - You don't want a tip?

I have a big one for you. - This is not funny.

Stop. Let me go.

I grant it to you. - Tina.

Stop. Danny asks for you.

I'll help this gentleman.

Did you want anything else?

No thanks.

I don't tip an old witch like you.

Come on, guys.

Thank you for today. - Too many creeps out there, huh?

He's my ex. Sorry.

Does not matter. Jimmy is a real bastard.

He's been out of jail for a week.

He should stay away from me and my daughter.

He's got a restraining order, but he just seems like...

... not to understand.

They never learn. - Indeed.

Can you do the laundry? My daughter is sick.

Yes, no problem. - Thanks.

See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

GLASS FALLS BROKEN AND A GROUP OF PEOPLE LAUGHS

DOG barking

SHE PLACES HER KEYS ON THE TABLE

THE MICROWAVE BEEPs

THE ROUND OF THE MICROWAVE SOUNDS Louder

IT IS DEATH QUIET

A MOTOR RUNS OUTSIDE

THE ENGINE RUNS BY

Aaaah!

SHE SOBS

SHE SNOTTER

WAVY WATER

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Ah.

Pf.

THE ALARM CLOCK BEEPING HARD

DOG barking

THE ENGINE STARTS

THE DOGS BLAST HARDER

THE BELL OF A RAILWAY CROSSING RINGS

A TRAIN HORNS

A TELEPHONE IS RINGING

Salon Anja, good afternoon. - Fiep Hoogmoet.

Wait a minute.

Phone for you, Fiep.

It was two fucking months ago. I could have been dead.

You know I can't call often.

How are they doing?

Well, it's fine here. Its way.

Nat & Dien earns well, especially her own work.

And further is Nat, uh...

... yes, well mothering.

Storm Jr. Is so big.

You no longer recognize Philijne. Let me send a picture now.

Better if you don't know where I am. You know that right?

And further?

Well, Luus' club is going well. Good enough.

I shuffle a bit here and there, but otherwise I keep my mouth shut.

Oh yeah.

Zoë is pregnant.

What? You're gonna be a grandmother again.

How long?

Twelve weeks. Luus is happy as a child.

SHE SOBS

And Boortje?

It is still to be tinkered with at Eelco. It's going better.

He is happiest among cars. Who would have thought that?

Luther is watching him. They sometimes shoot as an outlet.

I don't want... - You don't want anything.

He has to get out every now and then. Be glad they are cans.

How long do you want to keep up this puppet show? It's been two years.

Come back. Come home.

They are better off without me. That's bullshit.

You are their mother, they miss you. I miss you.

SHE SOBS

Are you still there?

Take care of them, Mom.

I'll call you again soon, okay?

Hey, are you almost done? - Yes.

Don't you really want to have a drink together? It's Friday night.

I can't, sorry.

You've been here for almost three months. You never can.

I know. - You like being on your own, I get that.

But some company will do you good.

I promise.

Okay, I'm coming. - Great, I'll see you before.

Yes.

Good evening.

Where's Tina? - He'll throw the garbage away for a while.

So you're going out tonight.

She kept insisting. - She is right.

It will do you good.

See you tomorrow, Maria. Lots of fun. - Good night.

Day.

A TRASH CAN FALLS OVER AND GLASS RINKS

DANNY TOOTS

Tina?

A HISSING SOUND

THE TRUCK BEEPS AND CRACKS

THREATENING MUSIC

BUNCHING FROM THE CAB

A WOMAN MAKES CRASHES

Please stop.

Stop.

Jimmy, you're hurting me.

Shut up. - No.

Please stop.

Jimmy, stop it. You are hurting me.

Jimmy, please stop.

Please, Jimmy. No. Stop.

My God. Please, Jimmy.

Aargh!

Get off her.

JIMMY FOOTS WITH PAIN

Fuck.

If you touch her again, I'll kill you. Understood?

And now fuck off.

THE TRUCK HORNS

It is well.

Calm down.

I am with you.

It is well.

THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER FALLS

It's okay. He is gone.

TINA SOBS

It's this house here.

This one? - Yes.

SHE SHUTS OFF THE ENGINE

I have to get out of here.

Can you tell Danny? - What?

Why?

I just have to go.

We know you're on the run.

We are not retarded. Who doesn't have a mobile these days?

Someone who does not want to be called and wants to remain without a trace.

Pussy, pussy, pussy.

I won't say anything.

Jimmy is not reporting. He is on parole.

I can't stay. Sorry.

Fuck.

You are a good person, Maria.

Mom?

Day.

Is everything all right? - Yes of course. Nothing to worry about.

What happened? - Nothing.

Come in.

Who is that?

Nobody is.

Come in.

THEY START THE ENGINE

Where's Maria? - No idea.

This is not for her. She is always on time.

You deserve better than this.

You can't keep running.

Sorry we're closed. On the plate...

Sorry I'm late. Apparently I don't like booze anymore.

At least you had a nice evening.

Open the case.

Hai.

A TRUCK STOPS OUTSIDE

Oh, shit... Jimmy.

She there.

It is her.

Go away or I'll call the police. - Get rid of that phone.

Backwards. Hurry up.

It's not about you. - I want to talk to this witch outside.

No. - It is well.

I'm coming with you. - No.

No you will not do that. - I'll be fine.