Closer to the Moon Page #7

I can't believe it.

You should be writing

your memoirs.

Well, screw you.

You're a fine one to talk!

Prattling on like

some old grandma.

Tell me this, if you're so

nostalgic for the struggle

why aren't you still

out there fighting? Eh?

On what front are we

supposed to fight?

We won, remember?

What would we have done

20 years ago?

Blown up a railway?

Well, that's no good anymore.

That would just feed their

propaganda machine.

Hmm.

"The class enemy within."

Exactly.

Did any of you ever

consider the really hard stuff?

- Like family? Kids?

- Oh.

Come on. Don't be serious.

Sorry, ridiculous idea.

We'd have to hit them

where it hurts.

Show them what fools they are.

And blow up

the People's Congress.

We live in

a crime-free society, right?

No more murderers,

robbers, thieves.

Communism means...

There's nothing worth stealing.

- Yeah.

- No.

Communism means

the right of the people

to walk down the streets

without fear of being robbed.

So what? We should all become

purses snatchers?

No, no, no!

Come on, you think

too small, Yorgu.

Let's hold up the greengrocers.

- Eh, what? Greengrocers?

- Greengrocers.

Did he just say Greengrocers?

- Uh, jewelers then?

- Boys!

Boys! You really

have no class, do you?

You want crime?

Rob a bank.

Which one then?

Well, we only have one,

The National Bank of Romania.

But if you have

another suggestion..

Big man, you're a genius.

I was thinking the Socialist Art Museum,

but a bank..

I don't know.

So we rob the National Bank.

- What the hell does that prove?

- Well, don't you see?

Bank robberies are one

of the evils of capitalism.

They don't happen here.

They can't happen here.

Everyone knows that.

But if they did..

If the impossible happened

in the middle

of all this progress and plenty,

you know what

I might just sit up in my factory and say,

hang on a minute!

It's a bit subtle, isn't it?

Anyway, what do we do

with the money?

Nothing.

Uh, spend it, keep it,

give it to you.

Max, you're a cop.

I mean, seriously, what are the

chances of actually pulling it off?

Almost zero.

You see, I do love

the word almost.

What?

A minute ago, he was talking about

how much he missed being arrested.

Yeah, but nowadays

it's different.

Nowadays if they collar you,

it's good night for 40 years.

So what?

The going got tough and now you want out?

Max, please. I am an old man,

let's not forget.

I'm not really built

for prison food anymore.

So the answer is,

steal over a 100,000.

How is that the answer?

Because thefts of over a 100,000

is punishable by death.

No long prison sentence,

just the bullet in the head.

Well, this is great news, Max.

So not less than 100,000.

It's all or nothing.

Yeah, we'd have to

really humiliate them.

Do it in public,

in front of an audience.

In that case, don't attack

the bank headquarters.

Attack the van that delivers

money to the branches.

- Ah.

- Hmm.

And you said she was stupid.

And if you want a crowd,

you've got to make a show.

We all wanted to become

movie stars, remember?

You are an angel!

Come here, while I kiss you!

We all laid it on thick.

We were showing off like kids.

We hadn't felt so good

together in a long time.

But after a while,

we started to realize that

one of us was actually

taking it all seriously.

We need to do it,

while I'm still head of the department.

That way I can smuggle out weapons,

false papers, everything we need.

Whoa, Max, Max, don't tell

me you're serious about this.

Of course I'm serious,

aren't you?

No, Max. We're joking.

Who's joking?

It's a brilliant idea!

Maximillian,

but you just told us

it comes with a guaranteed

death sentence.

So what?

It's worth it!

Say the Nazis had

caught us in '44

do you think we'd

have got out alive?

Did that stop us? No.

And you know what?

If we plan this right,

we've actually got

a 5 to 10 percent chance

of getting away with it.

Oh, great odds.

What's the matter with you?

You looking forward to your retirement?

This isn't even

Russian Roulette.

It's Bolshevik Roulette,

with all 6 bullets in the barrel.

It's about risk.

Guys, come on,

you used to love taking risks!

It's suicide.

We might as well all

just jump off the roof.

That's not a bad idea.

But it's a short flight.

I was just suggesting

a slightly longer one.

Max, are you finished?

Then let's move on

to some serious...

I...think I'd be up for it.

What?

That is, I'd go along with Max.

- You're joking.

- Of course he's not.

You ever heard him joke before?

Dumi, don't encourage him.

No, listen, when they

cancelled my research grant

in the Soviet Union,

I almost slit my wrists.

Yeah, and you know what

I probably should have done it.

Because instead I'm just being

interviewed

about space missions I should

have been helping organize.

And you know why they cut

your grant, don't you, Dumi?

But at least they're not

putting us in the ovens anymore.

Not yet they're not.

Look it's Dumi's birthday.

He's 40 years old.

I hope he won't be angry with me

if I don't wish him a long life.

20 years ago,

how many of us thought

we'd live into our 40's?

The sheer idea of a long life

back then was a kind of betrayal.

Razvan, what's your best memory

in the last 10 years?

Or can you think of one good

thing since the end of the war?

The day Stalin died?

Oh, shut up.

What else is there for us?

If we pull it off, great.

We're laughing, at them.

If we get caught, sure,

it's the end of the show.

But what an ending?

Who'll drink to that with me?

Purely for the sake

of team spirit.

I'm sorry, I can't play

death with you.

I have your child to raise.

Over the next few days,

things started to move fast.

Write a declaration that

you are so-and-so taxi driver

of such-and-such

a cab, model and number.

Put down the exact details

of where and when

your car was stolen.

Max Rosenthal in a park?

Knock me down with a feather.

It's better if we keep

them here.

My place is too risky.

Sonia keeps turning up

for her stuff

and rifling through everything.

Max. I... I'll store them

here for you.

But don't count

on me for anything else.

What do you mean?

I... I think I'd rather watch

everything from a distance.

I've been thinking it over,

and you see..

I'm a historian.

I'm curious about what's gotta

happen in the years ahead.

I want to be alive to see it.

I'll tell you what's

gonna happen.

Nothing.

You're gonna carry on teaching

fake history to ignorant kids

until you wanna shoot yourself,

that's what's gonna happen.

So make your choice.

Now or later?

Hey, I'm only joking, big man.

Of course if you want out,

you're free to go.

I'm sorry, Max.

How dare you?

Don't get hysterical.

He came here begging

me to count him in.

Of course I said no.

Where is he?

Mirel!

He's locked himself

in the bathroom.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

How did he find out about

the plan? Did you tell him?

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