Kontinental '25

Oh, fuck.

Bloody fuck!

Fucking shit!

For Christ's fucking sake!

Get a Health Ticket!

Excuse me, do you have some work for me?

I want to work, but no one will hire me.

Can I borrow five lei, at least?

Do you have some work-

God bless you.

I'll pay you back.

Excuse me, do you have some work for me?

Please, I want to work.

I can do repairs in your home.

Can I at least borrow five lei?

Excuse me, can I have five lei? I'll pay you back.

No one will hire me.

I'm leaving.

Thank you, Ma'am.

Thank you, Ma'am.

Got any more work? I could come again!

Come Sunday for cleaning. Early morning!

I will, thank you!

Fuck you!

Fuck off, stupid wasp!

Give me a fucking break!

Fucking hell.

If something goes wrong, it’s my fault! Forgive me!

I will make it up…

Anyone got ten lei?

Easy, man!

Anyone got ten lei?

Can I have ten lei, please?

Shut up, you little fuck!

Get the hell away!

Scram!

Stop hitting that dog! Are you crazy?

Damn lunatic!

Fuck off, you piece of shit!

Open up, please!

We know you're home!

It's Orsolya Ionescu!

Mr. Glanetasu, you knew we would come today!

We agreed, if I gave you another week, you'd cooperate!

You're getting me in trouble!

We'll break in, I have the sheriff here and a locksmith!

What if there's a bomb?

We're breaking in!

It's not nice what you did.

I didn't hear you, Ma'am.

I got you a new extension.

I placated Europa K.u.K, they were in a hurry.

I fought hard for this!

I even got them to provide a van to move your things.

Move them where, Mrs. Ionescu?

I don't know. Would you rather leave them here?

Last time you said you'd look for a shelter.

They're full.

We'll see what we can do.

My priest, Father Serban, knows a few shelters.

I'll help in any way I can.

Carry out the lighter things, the van will get the rest.

I'll come to the shelter with you.

I did the same for this old lady.

A grandson had cheated her out of her home.

She's fine. I visit her every Christmas and Easter.

- I bring her a big bag- - I won't go to a shelter.

I'll come with you, so you see what it's like.

There's a ten-coat winter coming.

Please, Sir. I wouldn't want…

I don't want the sheriff to evict you!

- Why are you filming? - So they have evidence.

Evidence of what? - That they're not being abusive.

Look at the notice, it's old!

I got you all the time I could, but now it's out of my hands.

You'll give me trouble!

Fine, I'll go.

Give me an hour to pack things up.

I can't.

Get everything out, set aside your furniture,

I'll draw up an inventory.

- I brought everything here. - Everything?

This was a boiler room.

That makes things easier.

I'll let you pack.

But can I trust you not to keep us at the door again?

You have my word.

- Wait. - Hey!

- Don't touch me! - Careful!

You can have the key.

I'm choosing to trust you. We'll be back in twenty minutes.

You get out too!

You have to treat people nicely!

What did he do to you?

[Bailiff Orsolya Ionescu Eviction notice to Ion Glanetasu]

…not a store. It will be a five-star hotel.

- Didn't they say "boutique?" - As in, "boutique hotel."

A luxury hotel like a French boutique.

Won't there be six floors? - But only four rooms on each.

Or so the Europa K.u.K. say.

Europa Coo-Coo!

No, Kaiserlich und Königlich. Imperial and Royal.

Ever seen that film, A Bomb Was Stolen?

A film by Gopo.

- Madam, you live in Floresti? - Yes.

Those new blocks any good?

No idea, I live in a house.

But they build like made, Chinese-style, all squeezed together.

It's suffocating. I'd move out if I could afford to.

Let's go.

May I finish my cigarette?

So he was an athlete?

Yes, even got gold in the Balkaniad.

How did he end up like this?

Had an accident, was forced to give up sports,

started drinking, lost his apartment, ended up on the street…

Drunkard.

That basement belonged to an athlete who moved to Australia.

A fellow athlete?

Not sure.

He was a coach in Australia.

Got a heart attack, his son sold the building to K.u.K.

Move in, my Ninja Turtles!

- What if there's a bomb? - Nah.

Look at this.

Call an ambulance!

I'm calling now.

What did you get up to, Grandpa?

Get that wire off him!

You'd have to touch him.

Put a mirror to his mouth.

What mirror? Shut the fuck up!

Hello, there's an emergency on Klein Street,

someone's tried to kill himself-

I apologize! An attempted suicide on-

We need to film this.

It's at 2, Micu Klein Street.

Try resuscitation.

I am calm!

- I'm pressing, but… - Is he still breathing?

- Apparently not. - Apparently not.

- Is he cold? - He's not breathing!

- Press harder. - A male.

7, 8, 9, 10…

- No use, he's dead! - Keep trying!

- He might still wake up. - Then you try!

- Won't you keep trying? - To do what?

You should time it to Staying Alive.

Staying alive, staying alive!

- You filming this? - Yeah.

Harder, Ma'am!

He's dead, I told you.

Obviously.

These Roman ruins date back from-

How odd, hanging himself from the radiator.

- What? - That's how he did it.

Yes, he twisted the wire around his neck,

sat down next to the radiator,

tied the wire to it and pulled as hard as he could.

- I am so sorry. - You shouldn't.

It wasn't your fault. You and the deputies did it all by the book.

No, I should have seen it coming.

But last time he was so calm!

I explained, it was all good.

I fought the K.u.K. guys to let him stay a while.

Because of me, they gave him another month.

I got him transport for the furniture.

Calm down, Orsolya.

You are not to blame. You acted impeccably.

- You are not to blame. - Legally, yes, I know.

The court ordered his eviction. You were more than humane.

I struggled to get him more time.

K.u.K. wanted to demolish and start on construction before winter.

- What are they building there? - A luxury hotel.

"Kontinental Boutique"

The dead guy had a criminal record.

- We got it from the police. - He did?

Grave desecration.

My God!

He burned some wooden crosses to stay warm.

The poor soul!

I should have helped him more, found him a place.

I could have hired him at my office.

If I had known he was doing so bad emotionally…

You can't help everyone.

You're like that guy in Schindler's List .

"If I had sold this pen, I could have saved one more little Kike!"

That's how I'm feeling.

I was wrong. It's my fault!

Dear, I have no grounds to arrest you,

no matter how hard you want to self-flagellate.

Life is full of unforeseen stuff.

I read about this South Korean guy

crushed to death by a food packaging robot

which mistook him for a can.

- Where's that book? - Here.

Something to brighten you up.

- Unlucky Criminals . - On to the report.

No, I'm good, thank you for asking.

I've spoken with Mr. Hochhäusler and Enculescu, the lawyer.