Breaking And Entering Page #6

You know, names in my country,

they're like flags.

You can live or die because of your name.

Mirsad... it's a Muslim name.

It should be Serbian because of his father,

but, you know,

I can be stubborn sometimes.

You what?

Stubborn sometimes.

But that name saved his life.

When we,

when we were getting out

of Sarajevo, we came out with

Red Cross, leaving the siege.

The guards, the Serbs, stopped

us at one of the checkpoints,

and they took him,

they took my son,

and they said what's your name?

And he said, 'Mirsad, my name

is Mirsad,' his Muslim name.

Well, if he told his family name,

the Serbian name, 'Simic,'

they might have taken him

as a son of a traitor.

Anyway, since then, I don't

think he's ever really...

He-he gets in trouble.

That's another story.

I can't talk about siege in supermarket, sorry.

We had a break-in.

Several, actually,

in our office.

Something gets smashed,

I mean, I mean,

not just the windows.

But not all breaking's bad,

is it, you know?

I mean, you break habits.

Maybe, maybe before you repair the window,

you should smash a few more.

That's all I do, you see,

in my job, I tidy up.

There's a mess between

buildings, and we come in.

Squeeze in bits of green,

like dressing.

Like lipstick,

like pretty.

Anyway, that's a roundabout way of saying...

the shape of your mouth,

I could probably draw it by heart.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking,

uh, that was a roundabout way

of saying you're married,

which I know,

and I was thinking

Bosnian men would say less,

but, uh...

would want more.

They love to talk, they love

talk, believe me, but, uh,

talk for them is politics,

women for them is not talk.

That's crushing.

I didn't mean it bad.

She's going to be disappointed, but okay.

Yeah. I have to take the boys to cricket.

Here's Mom.

Dad can't make it.

Aw...

But here's what we're going to do.

It's okay.

Look, sweet...

Why can't Dad come?

Because he's working.

He can't make it in time.

He never comes.

We have the videos,

video, video, video.

Hey! Hoopla.

Stop. That stop there is very good.

I know. I realize.

Again, again.

- Again?

- Again.

What do you think?

- She's great, eh?

- Great.

It's good, too,

because the batteries are back in the remote.

It's a mystery how these

batteries finally went home

just when we need them.

Big mystery.

Mystery two:
How did you video this

and be in the picture at the same time?

Paul was cameraman.

- Paul?

- Bea's trainer.

You've met him a hundred times.

Paul loves Mom.

No, Paul loves Bea.

But...

does Paul love me?

If you could do anything

right now, what would it be?

I have to work,

I have to get back.

Oh, come on.

Let me think.

I don't know, uh...

Change everything up until this moment.

Uh, not my son, everything else.

I can't do that for you.

You didn't say what could you do.

What would I do is what you

said, not what you could do.

What could I do?

Why?

I don't understand.

I don't understand, either.

If I had a magic wand, I don't know,

persuade my son to come to Sarajevo with me,

start a new life.

And you, if you could do anything right now,

what would you do?

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, are you waking up?

Mm-hmm.

I made bread.

I can smell them.

It's hot. Careful.

You're happy.

Is that so strange?

Put on the telly; it might be on the news.

Ha! You are not so big I can sit on you.

Mm...

Ah, Miro.

Hmm...

We should go home this summer to Sarajevo.

I think you would love it.

Tanja says there are flights for a few pounds.

Maybe.

Hmm.

Maybe.

Your grandmother would cry for weeks.

Great.

What's this?

Oh, uh, I forgot.

- I put it in your room.

- Where'd you get it?

It's a customer.

I sewed his jacket.

He's an architect.

He said, uh, you could go

and look at his office.

What's the matter?

I have to go out.

What did you say to him?

Wh-Wh-What do you mean?

Did he go in my room? !

No. Just to try some trousers.

Why do people have to go into my room? !

Miro, dushma, he's a good

person, he's a good man.

He was just trying to help.

You think everyone is good.

No one is good.

What are you...

What is it?

I'm in such sh*t.

She's taken back the laptop.

She what?

She's taken back the laptop.

That is so f***ed up.

She says they're friends.

Yeah, but that's like,

'Hello, my son did it.

Lock him up.'

She says she's going to talk

to him, do some sort of deal.

Papa.

Papa.

Will!

What?

Lady looking for you.

What?

A lady is looking for you.

Are you okay?

What is it you want from me?

Nothing, I don't want anything.

Because you don't just walk into someone's life

and knock on their door and kiss them.

- You cannot do that.

- I know that.

What? What-what's the matter?

You used me; you have someone else.

- Oh, you mean Liv?

- Promise me, promise me.

That's the last thing I want,

believe...

Promise you what?

Promise you I'm not flirting?

- I know what that is.

- I don't believe you.

I know what that is,

- and this is not what it is.

- I don't believe you.

I don't...

I can't talk anymore.

I want to go somewhere and not talk.

Not talk.

I have a friend; she... she works.

Maybe she would lend her place.

It's close to here.

Call her.

It's not a hotel,

it's not a palace

Call her.

What's her number?

The clothes under my clothes, they're not...

I've always wanted to make something in silk.

I'm, uh, giving myself to you.

I want it to be worth something.

Come here.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm, uh, I never met somebody

when I was already in their bed.

I'm Will.

Thank you.

I'm Tanja.

It's good to have a man in my bed.

I hope it's contagious.

I'll get my, uh...

'Don't kill the boy,' Brave Benoit said,

'but Dai replied,

'Why not? I come from the Isle of Wight.

'We eat young boys a lot.'

'But secretly, Dai had a heart.

'He kept it in a jar.

'He hadn't seen that jar for years.

He found it in his car.'

Great reading.

That's not reading,

that's knowing by heart.

There's a metaphor.

Where?

To know by heart.

'Forgive, forget, and eat more

jam,' the jar said on the lid.

'Dai ate some jam and thought a lot,

'and in the end, he did.

'Go home and be a better boy,

'although sometimes,

it's tricky.

'There is a moral to this tale:

Jam makes fingers sticky.'

Well done.

Sticky jam.

Okay, my sweetie.

It is now time for you and bunny

to get some sleep.

You're a monkey,

be a wise monkey.

Somebody asks you a question,

you know nothing,

you see nothing,

you hear nothing.

I'm not a monkey for sure.

Your mother's a Muslim dog.

They have loose tongues.

Are you my brother's son,

or your mother's?

We'll find out.

And you don't come to the car wash.

You don't come to our house...

If the police find anything,

we're all going to prison...

Hurry up!

You're a thief... I'll kill you!

Go ahead, dent the dents.

Get away from my boy!

It's no wonder my brother

was f***ing someone else.

I don't want you in this house!

- Sure, whatever.

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