It Can Pass Through the Wall (Trece si prin perete)

IT CAN PASS THROUGH THE WALL

loosely based on "In The Coach-House" by A.P.Chekhov

Here, you roll the dice.

- Five-one. - She's gonna beat me.

I've got some reliable help here!

Four-one.

Four and one here.

Four-one again.

God, it's cold!

Listen!

Maybe his mother got home.

Who screamed?

They've brought the flag.

- How are you? - Fine.

- Are you coming in? - No, I have to go to the dentist.

God forbid!

Getting a front or a back tooth out?

Come, Alecu, leave Sofia alone.

Say good night, we're going to bed.

- But I want to stay. - You can't. It's late.

Children need ten hours of sleep.

But I want to stay up a bit longer.

And I said I'd show you the hoop thing.

Brush your teeth, show us and that's it, to bed!

- Too much learning ain't good either. - It's a shame.

He'd stay up the whole night writing. I'd see the lights on.

Ready!

- Where did he take the children? - To her mother, Costel told me.

So it was planned. He sent the kids away first.

Look!

You're worth millions. Euros, not Lei.

Wait till she grows up and starts swinging those hips.

Now let's go to bed.

- Good night, Sofica! - Good night!

Take the blouse off.

- Go open up. - Okay, Fane.

Are we selling something at the flea market?

Yes, in the morning.

- But what are we selling? - We'll find something.

Who is it?

Get the blind man, get his eyes out! It's me, Fane.

Welcome!

Let's play some backgammon.

Move your dick to the side so I can squeeze in.

Get into bed.

New game, right?

Were you there? How's it looking?

His mother's a mess. She looks like she's gonna cry to death.

God forbid.

His father's better. Sitting quiet in a corner.

He left a letter. Blaming it on Daniela leaving for another.

Grandpa, come here!

They didn't get along anymore.

She left with her ex and he said "If you leave me..."

Why didn't they get along?

Are you stupid? You get along until you don't, right?

She probably left 'cause she had problems we don't know.

Or maybe she's a whore. As my mother used to say:

"A cunt will bend you lower than any wind can."

I wonder why they didn't take him to the chapel.

With this new law, you can't keep the dead inside the house.

Our time will come too!

Cut it out, I'm getting depressed!

You poor man's Marcus Aurelius!

May God forgive him!

No theological calls to redemption for those who kill themselves.

Calls? I thought you said "no balls".

His soul is going straight to hell, to Satan.

The hell it does.

I'm telling you what they say. I don't have an opinion, I'm an atheist.

But why keep him in the house? It means he's not allowed in the chapel.

- Blind man, some brandy? - Hit me!

Same thing happened to someone I know.

She put her head under the elevator and bam! Smashed.

One of those interwar period elevators.

- Schindler? - "Schindler's List".

She opened the doors, called the elevator and put her head down.

Her head got caught between the elevator and the floor.

And it got pressed so hard that it got crushed like a pumpkin.

Her mother had to bribe people so she could have a funeral service.

To say it was an accident, I mean. Not suicide. And it got done.

Wrapped her, starched her, washed... priest...

They buried her in the countryside.

There's nothing money can't buy!

Wait. After a while, someone at the cemetery goes like:

"Your daughter keeps crying under the gravestone."

Stupid supersitions, man.

That's what I think. I'm an atheist...

Thanks.

But then she says: "You're all a bunch of wankers!"

She goes to the cemetery at night, and she too hears her daughter crying.

She talked to the priest, hired some peasants and said:

"Dig my daughter out and bury her outside the cemetery!"