Capace

-I'm begging you! -Mircea, I'm all out.

When I play, I play for blues or not at all.

Only jerks and chickenshits

play for reds.

You know what? Swap with Vlad.

He's low on blues, but still. You're playing with him!

Wait.

Empty bottles! I'm buying empty bottles!

Get out of here!

Are you sure?

Holy shit!

-I was counting on you. -I told you not to play against Bebe.

Bebe, you're the best. Seriously, you are.

Another round? Oh, wait, you're out of blues.

-And he needs practice. -Big time.

CAPS

Now what?

We do what we must. We buy everything on the market.

Let's squeeze everyone who's overdue on payments.

Squeeze them good.

-And Cristian? -Do we have collateral?

-A bank statement. -Get his money.

I say we meet with them again. Maybe we can negotiate.

Squeeze a little, let loose a little.

-If you want, I can call them. -What's to negotiate?

I'm not saying we should merge. We've discussed that already.

But a conflict, especially now… A conflict is risky.

A conflict is risky. What's this, then?

From the second they offered two cents to take over,

from that point on, we're in a conflict. What's to avoid?

I can almost see that pig.

"Better a slice of a big melon than a whole orange."

A moron! They're taking us for fools, that's the problem.

Tell me, Petrica.

What's left to negotiate now?

We've got our undies down, they have a hard-on,

and you want us to meet up with them!

Tomorrow I want us to cease payments. All payments.

For a couple of days, till we figure out where we stand.

Gladly.

Want us to stop paying taxes, too?

How much?

About 50 millions, plus excise duty. A bit more, close on sixty.

Perfect.

Get a postponement on the money.

Let's keep it for shares. If things get messy, we use it.

-What's this? -From Toma. Surprise.

-You want anything? -No.

You going?

I'm in no mood. You?

Razvan's taking me. He's picking me up in Snagov, we'll be there in an hour.

If you change your mind, tell me. We'll leave from Baneasa Airport.

I'll stop by Victor's place tonight. He's the one with--

It mustn't cost us more than two percent. And at least a one-year extension.

Do me a favor: come tomorrow. It'll be the three of us and Cristian.

-When? -8:00, 8:30.

I'm thinking about going to Venice. You wish Toma all the best from me.

I will. I'll be in Sfantu Saturday morning.

-Are you leaving? -I'm coming back.

Listen, it's serious.

We really need to settle things with Victor.

-Are you going to Toma's? -What?

Toma's, in Sfantu. He's marrying Mariana off.

Maria, man. Her name's Maria.

He hasn't said anything about it.

He's sent me an invitation through Vlad.

Yeah.

You should've come a while ago. Wait.

Get dressed, I'll make some phone calls.

You go, Doctor, I'll bring him to you.

Go on.

-I'll be right there. -Second floor, to the left.

I know.

And take the elevator. I'll be waiting at the reception desk.

Hello.

-Who is it? -It's me.

-How are you doing, son? -Hello, Mom.

Wait, I've got something on the stove.

I'm not up to much. Just making some leek and olive stew.

I'm happy you're here, but I hope you'll also--

We talked on the phone.

I must have pressed some button. I couldn't hear a thing.

I told you, I need to be in Venice.

What? So you won't be here for your father's memorial?

Hot!

That's work for you. If you must, you must.

Do it while you're still young.

You're so much like me!

I'll put it in the oven later.

Now let's go through.

Come on.

Here they were!

They're so pretty, my Lord!

Stand there, let me get a better look at you.

So. It's like this.

His sister is coming with the girls.

Florica's coming too.

I called Dumitriu too, poor thing.

He's all alone and he keeps calling me to talk about your father.

I want to hand out twelve food packs for alms.

I asked Florica to make the cake.

I also want to replace the cross.

It's wooden and starting to rot. I've ordered one in white marble.

-I'll leave you some money. -I don't need any. I don't.

-I'll leave it here. -On the coffee table is fine.

I talked to those two guys. They'll cement it and everything.

The cemetery guys have gone nuts, gravediggers and all.

You know where our plots are.

A grave is now as expensive as an apartment.

That's what it's gotten to.

Your dad was right when he wanted to sell the Trabant to buy another plot.

I grumbled at him for nothing.

For nothing.

What would have been the use?

What do you mean? We'd have two plots now.

Well, I'll be buried with your father, anyway.

I don't like the way you look. And you seem tired.

But how's work going? Are you managing?

I saw on TV, there's trouble with the… What do you call them?

The stock exchanges!

I'm fine, Mom. No problems.

Good! It's very important to do well at work.

Florica said she saw your new yacht on that paparazzi show.

She said it was very beautiful, but a bit big.

Florica.

They're hurting.

I made you sour cherry jam.

What's that?

Jam. The jar was for you, but I forgot.

You come to see us so rarely. And you're always in a hurry.

I'll save it for you, put it in a bag, and also put in some zacuscă.

It's organic, with veggies from the countryside.

I made it after granny's recipe.

We started talking and I forgot to ask you if you're hungry.

Can I bring you anything else?

Desert, a digestive?

Check.

Of course.

-Another beer. -Of course.

-The toilet? -Whack him, Vasile!

Fucking shitheads! The toilet, you said?

You'll rot in jail, you scum!

-Mircea! -Damn hooligans!

The ice bucket!

-Lots? -Lots.

I knew it! I told you! So?

No.

-No way! -The big one came out with a broom!

So what? You were a foot away! Less!

You were this close!

Unbelievable!

You realize where we'd be now?

You jerk! You're the biggest jerk!

A sniveling worm! Fuck you!

Seriously!

Do you like it?

I think I know it. Monte Carlo?

Mr. Victor…

They took us to classes in Nice, gave us a bit of a tour of Monte Carlo.

As the Prime Minister said: "New era, new people."

Our people.

-Had you been there before? -First time.

You walk the streets, see all that, you start to feel light-headed.

And the marina!

You just stand there and stare, like an idiot.

Luxury, yeah, but not the regular kind.

Fine luxury! Smart guys.

-Did you go with the family? -Family?

Didn't I tell you? I went for work. European integration courses.

Some of that stuff we already knew, we weren't babes in the woods.

But it was useful.

It enlightened me on the fiscal paradise thing.

Heavy stuff!

Got to tiptoe around, like ballerinas.

Like those skinny bitches.

How much?

Plenty.

Come on, Mr. Cristi. I'm asking you nicely. Please!

You know I'm a nag.

Come on, I won't tell on you.

It's a bit more complicated. I bought several from them.

Actually, just one.

Eighty thousand, was it?

Seventy-eight thousand.

Sit down.

Please.

I thought you were smart.

-I'm sorry. I'm an idiot, a moron! -No problem.

Sorry, boss. I fucked up, but I didn't mean it.

I got carried away. The adrenaline.

You know what it's like.

Cristi. This stays here.

Can I ask for a favor?

You know, with the debt.

I'm giving you three more months.

You took one.

One.

Got a full house?

The normal thing to do is raise.

Or not.