Filantropica

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Once upon a time there was a city where

the inhabitants were either princes or paupers.

Between these two worlds

there were only stray dogs.

They were the middle class.

PHILANTROPICA:

"You know well...

that when I said 'it's over'

I didn't say a word.

I don't know where

I found the power

to smile when you walked away.

But today, when I am awake

from the nightmare,

and all I can see is the

emptiness you left behind...

today... I'm asking myself

how can I live without you,

how could I have let you leave.

It can't be... someone else can't have

the best that I had.

It can't be..."

...specially for Mr. Relu Baron,

our guest tonight...

"...it can't be..."

-Oh, yes, it can!

"Tell him that even though he took all I had,

I'd give him anything he wants

because all means nothing, so...

Please leave me the hope,

and be with me in my last hour

...it can't be, I won't let you."

You're welcome, and

we hope to see you again soon.

I hope you liked our

entertainment.

Very much.

Honey, is there a problem?

Laura?

Excuse me...

I'd like you to pay your bill, please.

I can't wait,

I'm getting off soon.

If you want anything else,

my colleague will be happy to serve you.

-Um, I think there's a mistake. With the zeroes.

-There, at...

No, sir. 3.200.000.

That's it, see for yourself.

the food for 2 people?

Well, let's see. You had:

One Cinzanno - 60.000,

plus 50 a Scotch, that's 130.

One fois-gras, two - 80. Appetizer - 330,

French Champagne - 1.800.000.

Is that 2.130.000?

Excuse me. Next:

Chateau Briant - 200, Val Doftana - 180, Pignot Noir

That's all 3.100.000. Plus two coffees and

two ice creams that's exactly 3.200.000.

And you also hurt Ms. Laura's feelings,

when she sang to you so nicely...

Pardon my asking, but

what kind of prices do you have here?

Restaurant prices, as you see on your list. But

the list prices are per ounce, not per serving.

Excuse us...

Listen, what if I told you I don't

have that kind of money on me?

Don't tell me that, please...

Well, let's say,

hypothetically...

I can't believe that, sir.

You, a gentleman...

I'm just asking,

what would you do?

What would I do if you told me that...

I'd pretend I didn't hear you.

It never happened before?

Oh, of course, some well-known client amuses

himself by pretending he can't pay...

but it never happened, God forbid,

that a bill wasn't paid.

Oh...

Listen, would you get mad if I told you

that I'm in deep sh*t?

Don't tell me that, please,

don't tell me that...

-Me and my wife are both working...

-Why do you want to upset me, sir?

...and even together we don't make

that kind of money in a month.

Then why are you dining

at a restaurant? Eh?

It was a mistake...

Well, if it was a mistake, then it's bad,

because mistakes cost a lot.

Now, the cup is another 50.000,

and you made the lady cry.

I didn't know it would be that much.

Let's be civilized, let's make a deal.

I'll pay you in a few installments...

Do I look like a fool to you?

Look, I have 500.000, I'll give them to you.

Where can I get 3.000.000 now?

If we start with this tone,

then we discuss this differently.

It's not a different tone,

I was just explaining the situation...

Sandu, call Mugurel and Andone

here at once!

Honey, you know what?

We'll sell the washing machine tomorrow.

We'll sell your mother!

The washing machine is broken.

-Look how you talk to me...

-Forgive me...

Please, honey, forgive me, sometimes I go nuts.

Please forgive me, I didnt mean to...

So, what do we do now? Wait 'till morning?

Are you going to pay, or not?

Sandu, I told you

to send a couple of guys here!

-We're here, sir.

-So, let's not make a big deal, it's a shame.

Arrrrgh!

Get your hands off him!

Leave me alone, please.

Sir, let me explain what happened.

My wife and I are celebrating 10 years of marriage.

I though we could go out.

Usually we can't afford it.

I'm a high school teacher, she's a technician.

You realize how little we make...

It's true, we miscalculated

what we could afford.

Sir, for the woman it's important, maybe

you're married too and you know how it is...

Here's the deal:
she stays here, and you

go and come back with the money in one hour.

Where should I go, sir? At midnight,

where the hell would I get 3.000.000?

Tell me what to do, whack somebody?

Steal, kill, rob a bank?

Do we whack him?

Roulade!

Come here, come to daddy.

-Just a second, Baron, we have a small problem here...

-Come here, you bum, right now!

-Yes, sir...

-Put it on my bill, please.

Cross my heart, Baron, these two

don't deserve to have you pay for them...

Let them be, can't

you see they're so poor?

Well, you were lucky tonight.

It's ok, boys, the bill was paid.

-How was it paid?

-Because the Baron is happy tonight.

Next time you come to a restaurant,

bring the money with you!

'cause if my boys took care of you, you would

have paid a fortune to your dentist!

How could I have ended up

in such a situation...

That's what I was asking myself.

-Do you want me to tell you?

-Is it a long story?

-Depends, I could accompany you further, madam.

-Don't you think you should stop calling me madam?

-After only 10 years of marriage, that's too soon...

-Quit joking and start telling the story.

Ok, let's begin. 17 years old.

I hate this age.

I hate my students. Until 10 days ago,

my life was like this...

Every morning, the same faces full of pimples.

I counted them.

I have 246 pimples in the 10th grade

and 197 in the 11th.

Bucescu, may I bother you

for a second?

I care about you, do you care about me?

Why are you upset?

I asked you to turn off your cell phones!

Is that clear?

What did I say? I said you were a whore because

you had makeup on and you were hitting on "Limp".

Sometimes I began to think in their words.

The school was "shitty", Lova was "hot"...

...the classes were "no fun",

my life was "f***ed up".

Bucescu, would you be so nice

to give me a moment of your attention?

But in my time school was not a joke.

The 19th century poets saw first

the antagonistical contradictions...

...of the capitalist society.

What kind of contradictions did the

A... antagonistical.

Tell me the title of a poem

where you see these contradictions.

Today I teach Romanian literature

in this famous high school...

...where only students of a certain

background are accepted.

I just published my first volume.

A collection of 10 novellas in limited edition.

And I paid for it all.

I barely had enough money

for a bus ticket, but...

...I was proud to see my work

on the bookstore shelves.

Excuse me, there was a book here,

"Nobody dies for free". Is it sold out?

People fought for it, sir!

I sold exactly 3 copies.

-And the rest?

-I sent them back to the publisher.

-Why?

-There was no demand...

-No demand? I'm demanding it!

-Can't help you now, I returned them.

Were they taking up

your breathing air?

The motherf***er died the next day.

I killed him, in pain, on the 3rd page

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