Black Cat, White Cat

Who's dealing, you or me?

Me.

One card for you...

...one card for me.

Three for you, one for me.

Four for me, one for you.

Five for me.

Rotten hand.

You're playing funny.

You don't want? Don't get mad.

I was only asking.

How many cards do you want?

Three?

Are you going to give me a break?

I have a bad hand.

Wait till you see what I'm going to do.

Moron.

This will be my victory.

Daddy.

Did you see how brilliant?

Show your hand...

Don't get mad.

You, don't interrupt me...

...or you'll be sorry.

When I get married,

buy me a truck like that.

I take two.

And you? None? Great.

Two for me.

Lovely hand. Three Aces.

- Swanker.

Promise, when I get married.

Four Sevens.

Look, how lovely.

Screw your "lovely".

Daddy, look.

I told you, don't interrupt

when I'm playing cards.

Daddy likes you,

but you're troubling him.

Cards are like whores.

Fickle.

Who do you think I am?

I can bluff.

Maxim Gorki is here. The Russians.

Look at this. Poker.

Maradona.

Hurry up, Zare.

- Give my eggs back.

How much for the horns, comrade?

Ten marks.

Come on, five marks.

No way. Ten.

What do you want with it?

- Silence. Simpleton.

It is secondhand raw material.

One for five marks.

One million horns, five million marks.

Sure.

How much for the washingmachine?

- 300 marks.

Fine machine. Very good.

I'll make you an excellent offer.

the washingmachine and the computer.

No way. 280.

- 250.

Sold.

- Shake hands.

Can I help?

- It's all right.

On that side.

Daddy.

We've been swindled.

Have a look.

The Russians trade water for Diesel.

What?

Water. Have a look.

Water.

- The barrel is full of water.

The whole barrel?

The cold rain falls at dawn.

I don't understand.

Why is she wearing spy-glasses

and a grater?

Some small change

for the baby she's expecting.

For the surgery.

Grandma expresses her gratitude.

- What?

It will be two, according to the echo.

Piss off, bloody gipsy.

The gate, the gate.

Halt, who goes there?

Hello.

- Who are you?

Matko Destanov.

- Hands up.

Hands up.

Goose, over.

I was planning to

go to Hungary tonight.

To the fair in Pecs.

Go to the fair wherever you like,

but don't return without a fiance.

Understood?

Hello, mister Grga, boss.

Little bird, why have you returned?

I've never been here.

Yes you have, five years ago.

- Me? No.

Don't contradict me.

- We saw each other, but not here.

Someone important relocates often.

Eight years ago then.

- Eight? That's impossible.

O yes, yes.

My compliments, uncle Grga.

Look at me.

- I am looking at you.

Why are you here? And don't tell lies.

I would do anything for your father.

He saved my life twice.

In Genova, and in Marseille.

- I know.

He beat up half the city...

...to get me out of jail.

He is a gentlemen.

Was. May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

On whose soul?

- My father's. Last year.

One day I was doing allright, the

next day I was an orphan.

Without any help.

Lost and lonely.

No one can help me.

You were his downfall.

A swindler, a rotter, gambler, vagabond.

That was temporary.

Making mistakes is human. I have changed.

I've learned my lesson.

Uncle Grga, I've got a brilliant plan.

What kinda plan?

- A train.

A train with 20 waggon-loads of gasoline.

Gasoline?

What use is that going to be to me?

Since the death of my father...

...I don't get anybodies help.

That's business for the pro's.

They'll screw you.

You're a freshman.

No, ungle Grga. I've got it all

covered this time. It'll be allright.

I've got it on paper.

I'll show you the fax.

Don't come back without a wife.

Are you up to something again?

Laugh, damnit.

I received an urgent fax.

Everything's in there.

All the details.

Birdy.

Come here.

Goose, over... Reply.

Look, uncle Grga.

Everything's in the fax.

We invest 70.000 marks...

What, boss?

Goose, the labourers can go.

And you too.

All right, boss.

Let's have a break.

I want to loan 70.000 and within a

week I'll return you 100.000.

Did you see that?

I see it, uncle Grga.

You sure have a lot of money.

I'm only doing this for your father.

You won't have to pay me back...

...but I do want a full report

of your lucrative deal.

If not I'll send my grandsons

to skin you alive.

Am I making myself clear?

- Very clear.

Weirdo.

- Millions. Maradona.

You said your granddad died.

He's in a hospital,

that's practically the same.

He has a large cement factory

and never gave me a penny.

Zare, my son. With this money

your daddy will buy you a future...

...and your children's future.

Leave me be.

I'll never forgive you.

Zare.

Take a look at this miracle.

Now that's what I call an invention.

Only the Germans can

invent something like that.

Daddy makes a promise to you...

Boy, when I'm rich,

I'll make a ship-owner out of you.

Dadi.

There's our benefactor.

Pitbull.

Terrier.

Fortune favours the bold.

Ungrateful bastard. I give you something to

eat and that's your way of saying thank you?

It's all in the game.

Welcome, Dadi, my dear brother.

- Who is he?

What the f*** do you care?

- I was only asking.

So there's a God after all.

Is there anything to see?

Unlucky person. Read this.

You wanted to see me.

I don't wanna work with thieves anymore.

What are you waiting for?

Give the man someting to drink.

I've got a cunning plan.

- You?

Honderd percent failsafe.

It's the plan of the century.

I've got a connection in Jordan.

He sells me a train full of gasoline.

Brilliant. A stroke of luck.

- Well just buy it.

I don't have the money.

That's why I need you.

You know the custom-house officers.

You don't need to know the

custom-house officers.

The Bulgarians always say: "Brother, if you

can't solve a problem with money...

...solve it with a lot of money. "

Have a drink.

What is it?

Whisky in a gin-glass?

You don't like gypsies?

Get lost, b*tch.

Get lost all of you.

F*** you all. You too, out.

You choose her side.

No.

- He's lying.

Forget it.

- Piss off.

Suckers.

I'm not a racist.

Huh, Matko?

- You have always been tolerant.

I've known you since you were little.

- Sorry.

I'll drink from the bottle.

No way. Cheers.

On our deal.

Ain't he cute?

He's old enough to get married.

Zare? He's not of age, but he is mature.

Is he honest?

- One hunderd percent. That's what counts.

Lucky you. You live like a man.

Not like me, with that scum.

Motherfucking junkies.

Don't you dare that again.

Stop whining.

Apparently you're not short on anything.

What's that to me? Tell me.

I've got it made.

I have a big house, a castle.

Daddy's mausoleum.

No-one in this land has one like it.

Ain't it beautiful?

- Very much so.

Why are you crying, Dadi?

Don't cry.

- Why not?

Why shouldn't I cry?

- It's a wonderful house.

It's a shame. A shame.

- How come?

I've fulfilled all of daddy's wishes.

Except one:

Nobody wants to marry my sister.

It's a disgrace.

Don't you worry, my brother.

All will be well.

We'll make this deal

and drink on it.

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