Kills on Wheels (Tiszta szívvel)

- 16. - 17.

- Don't even have to look. - Shit.

Playing it safe.

- How much, 15? - Hit me again. Nothing.

I lost.

- 20. - That's enough.

- Too much. - I'm fed up.

- I'm out. - Me too.

Cut that shit out! You'll make us lose privileges!

Don't do this!

Motherfucker!

Your shoe's gone, pal.

- Idiots. - Stop messing around!

Hey, what're you doing?!

c'mon, c'mon!

Thinks he's a badass?

- Dickhead. - Stupid cripple.

Take care.

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KILLS ON WHEELS

Can you get up?

l need to lie down a couple of hours.

What's that?

A polar bear.

Barba, you thief.

I stole it.

Get me a pill, please.

Your spine?

Yeah. I need the white one.

- Thanks. - Oh, fuck.

I've told you a thousand times. Outside. Shit.

- Now you're choking too. - It's fine, it's nice.

It's not fucking nice.

I learned to breathe quietly.

Good job.

Wow!

Awesome!

- Wait! - It smells sweet.

Here.

- Can you get high off this? - Don't hit me!

Cool!

Whoa!

- Careful, it jerks around. - Super.

Wait...

Got a light?

He does.

No smoking here, by the way.

I'm allowed.

Goddamn.

I've pulled lots of bodies from burning buildings.

Tiny ones too, this big.

Put it back where you found it.

I'll tell the director you hit me, dickhead!

Van I have my lighter?

The director? We're drinking buddies.

Damned moths!

You can't pull a heavier guy out of his chair!

Are you Rupaszov, who came to rehab out of prison?

- Who told you this? - Why don't you use a bigger bag?

It wouldn't fill up so quickly.

l hate when it pokes through my pants.

- Who's looking? - Me.

- Wait, I'll help. - I don't need help.

- You're out of shape. Exercise. - Why? It doesn't help.

Sure, if you don't use your muscles, they die.

- You're new in your chair, right? - 3 years.

But I'll be out in 3 more. I'm not rotting in here.

- That's stupid. - Stupid?

- What's stupid? - You'll let it go soon, don't worry.

Yeah.

You pathetic cripples always tell me that shit.

You're Jesus freaks, right?

You're always saying we have to accept it,

singing Praise God! There's no fate!

- And no leg muscles either. - Chop them off, then!

I'll get robot legs, a robot dick, whatever!

l could've put out a whole fire while l was fucking around with you guys!

C'mon, I'll buy you a beer!

Hey, fellas, you open yet?

- We're open. - Van we go in?

We're not getting in.

- They're gonna kick him out. - Could my crippled pals and I

get in sooner so we can get a seat?

- Come on! Everything's all set! - No problem.

- Van you get us in then? Thanks. - Sure.

Look at that.

Kind souls everywhere.

Sit here, forget about those shitty chairs for once!

Thanks, boss.

Get those chairs out here.

You sit here too!

C'mere, sex machine! Drop your bag.

We're over here, boss.

Thanks.

- Sorry. - Sure, hit me.

What're you doing?

- We gotta cut it. - Huh?

- He's cutting off the straw. - Why?

- He'll spill it if he doesn't. - Jesus Christ!

This is how you live? You're hardcore.

Cheers!

- We can't get a break. - How come?

Are you a dealer? Where'd you get your money?

Dealer? Do I look like one?

Like l even know what a dealer looks like.

I can offer you odd jobs

- so you can earn cash. - Like what?

Well...

I don't have a license.

- He does. - Got a car, too? l need a driver.

My parents got it for me, but no money for gas.

Yeah.

- When did you fill it up last? - 3 months ago?

Oh, Lord! When did you last touch tits?

What's up? Drunk already?

- His back hurts. - Mine hurts, too.

- But his hurts bad. - Sure, 'cause you're chickenshit.

A reject. Mine hurts, too!

Just pretend you're the best reject on earth,

and you'll loosen up.

The pain will go away...

for a few seconds.

We're all set here. Champagne?

Want this gay drink?

C'mon in, Zoli.

I talked to Professor Herman. We're running out of time.

My ex-husband will help.

He lives in Stuttgart, so it'll be fine.

Will he pay all the costs?

Germany's very expensive. The hotel, the extras.

We talked and he's very happy to finally help his son.

Really?

Then I'll write to the Germans to set a surgery date.

It'll take a few weeks to even find a date.

- How are you, Zoli? - Fine.

Come here.

They said his spine needs to be supported.

Mainly here.

It's not an easy procedure.

Why? Is he so much worse?

This operation will save his life.

We'll discuss details in private.

There won't be an operation. I'm not doing it.

What?

I won't do it.

After 17 years, why now? l don't want to see him.

Pay for the surgery:

that's all I asked of him.

I wouldn't even recognize him.

What does he look like? I've only seen an old picture.

We don't even look similar.

You look like your grandpa.

- He was your height. - 147 cm?

Why'd you have to drag him into all this?

- Wait. - Did you bring it?

- Yeah. - Wait.

l hope it'll be fine.

Will you do a good job?

- Like you should? - Like we agreed.

- But don't give me small bills. - OK.

- You'll get everything. Coke too. - l want 500 Euro notes.

- Let's go. - See ya.

Why the sausage? Fries are enough.

It's for Rupaszov. And 2 waters, please.

No, he told us to stay here.

He'll go crazy out there.

He'll call and say where to pick him up. We stay put till then.

We'll just bring him the food and water.

- What kind of water? - A still and a sparkling.

Let's wait a bit more.

What's the fuss, Barba?

I'm bored to death.

- How much? - 8 Euros.

Jeez!

Give me a light too.

- Who the fuck is this? - Probably some homeless dude.

That can't be him in this wreck.

- Go tell 'em to get lost. - Get the fuck out of here.

Drive.

What's up, boys? Out exploring?

You're real fuckin' lost. Get in the car, please.

They sent me. You're meeting me.

What?

He says they sent him!

Stop here.

- Who's this dick? - I dunno.

Jesus Christ!

Who sent you? You got business with me?

Rados says the deal's off.

He's sorry your boss, Tóni,

can't find his place after prison, but...

he thinks it's not his job to support a man who's such an...

unpleasant...

No, he used another word.

Such a petty cocksucker...

What the fuck you sayin'?

Leave the country, it's in style now.

Leave the country... Where's Rados?

I don't got time for this, see?