Filantropica Page #9
- Year:
- 2002
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Don't mock what you don't know, Mr. Student.
If you were lucky enough that your parents
took good care of you...
...at least try to be humble. If you can...
Yesss!
If there's nothing else, let's take a short break.
You wish to make a deposit?
No, I'd like to withdraw
the equivalent of $3.000.
At today's exchange rate, that
is 90.540.000 lei.
Password, please.
Password?
Yes, your account is not in your name.
It's an account with a password.
You can't withdraw without the password.
"That can't be...
to take the last penny from a poor man..."
What the f*** did you think I was?
A charity fund?
-"That can't be..."
-He's young, he doesn't know better.
Doesn't the word "copyright" tell you anything?
You didn't say so when you asked me
to make a fool of myself on TV!
Possibly... The first time you came here,
you were asking for less too.
Boys! Play "And we worked the nights"!
Come on, don't pout, drink something.
What if I go to the Police and tell them everything?
Cut it, boys!
-What did you say?
-He's young, he doesn't know.
Instead of fighting, why don't we sing a
Give me $3.000. As a loan.
$3.000? That's how you ask for $3.000
after all I taught you? "Give me"?
-Please. I need it.
-He needs it...
You failed the exam, professor.
Go recap all the course material.
Come to me and impress me. Emote me!
Make me cry!
Talk to me about the poor girl
you want to help.
What does she need? A little fur coat?
A little apartment?
The hand that doesn't tell a story
doesn't get any money!
Be a professional, what the f***?
"Popescu".
"Popescu".
What happened to you?
-Don't even think of repaying me.
-What is this?
For Robert.
I know he needs it. But please,
don't tell him I gave it to you.
You do know he's a jerk, right?
He doesn't deserve your help.
-Better let him sort this out on his own.
-How would he sort it out, the poor thing?
I wanted to tell you,
so you won't feel sorry later.
I must go now.
-Do you remember where I live?
-I do.
Come around 9 PM.
I'll be waiting.
Mom!
-You slept with your clothes on...
-What time did I tell you to wake me up?
At 8 PM, but you were so sweet in your sleep...
A Mr. Puiutz called, he said to call him back.
-Are you looking for the young lady?
-Mrs. Diana, yes.
-She left earlier.
-She left around 7 PM.
Rex! Be quiet, Rex!
Are you looking for the lady that is on TV?
-Do you know where she left, ma'am?
-"Domident. Anywhere."
I don't know, sweetie.
But she had a suitcase and was in a hurry.
Who are you, anyway?
"...at track 2. The train
does not stop until Rosiori."
"We wish you a pleasant journey".
-Live long and prosper!
-You too.
Recite another, I like it.
"The girls show up on the street
in fancy foreign cars
but they still love their country,
even from their foreign cars".
Divine!
Recite it again, I want to learn it.
"...if you're with me, our enemies die of envy,
because we do so much better
when I was smoking pot, you were eating
bread and yogurt..."
Want a fresh one? 12-13?
Can you handle it?
-Robert? What are you doing here?
-I'm in hiding.
-Go home, problem solved.
-What problem, teach?
-The money, you have them.
-No kidding.
Be thankful you got off so easily.
Go home and look for Diana.
-Diana?
-Yes, Diana, your sister.
Come on, you're drugged.
-I have no sister, Teach.
-Of course you don't.
Don't tell me it was my sister
that came to school two weeks ago.
Oh, that one... That was not my sister, Teach,
she was just some chick from the hood.
I asked to come as a prank.
-Robert?
-Yeah?
-You don't happen to have $3.000, do you?
-Not really, Teach.
You'll laugh... me neither.
You know, Robert, there are
a lot of people in this world...
...that are not worth your help.
-Yup.
-You're first on that list.
Even those goons are better than you.
So why did I get into this sh*t for you?
Let's go.
It'll work. I'll take you to a friend of mine
where no one will find you.
At least 'till tomorrow.
The Veteran here. I just saw him.
He was at the train station and took a cab.
You'll get off here? That's 50.000 lei.
Get lost! Go!
What do you want?
We brought him, Mr. Pepe.
Where were you, boy? Your wife was worried sick.
Honey, I was so worried... Where were you?
I can't believe this. Honey, did you drink?
What have you done?
Let him be, not every day does one make so much money.
Maybe he had a drink with his friends.
-He, who never...
-Leave him like that, don't groom him, he looks fine.
Tell us, please, what were your feelings
towards all this solidari...
What will you do with the money?
How did you feel?
Please, not all at once. One by one, please.
-Do you have any statements?
-Yes. I'm happy for this couple.
At our Foundation, we believe that if you can help
one man in a tough situation...
...it's better than giving a penny to
Excuse us, there are too many people
in the other room.
Mr. Popescu, excuse me,
let's take a picture with your wife.
Everybody's waiting.
Come on, let's take a picture.
I think that's enough for tonight.
Let's give them some privacy.
Thank you, everybody. Good luck.
You are welcome anytime.
Well, that's it. I'm going home.
I hope you have everything you need.
Mr. Popescu, needless to say, you owe me.
Not morally. Materially. $3.000.
Don't bother, I know my way out.
"And we worked the nights,
and we worked the days..."
-It's late. Can we go to bed?
-Yup.
Come, we'll clean this tomorrow.
What time do you wake up?
At 8, since at 9 I have to be at school...
Wake me up, I'll cook something for you.
No need, I'll boil a couple of eggs.
Yes...
Honey, please, not tonight.
I'm really tired. Do you mind?
No, I don't mind.
I'll go in the study, maybe
I'll manage to write something.
If I fall asleep, will you turn off the TV?
Honey? Do you realize it? Ten years...
They went like they were just a few days.
"The night was sneaking silently over the city
like a thief's hand in somebody's pocket".
No, not like that.
"...like me in the bed with my wife fallen asleep".
"-Hey, babe, are you free tonight?
-Look at you..."
Ok...
Hmm, what do we have here? He he.
-Get in!
-Why?
"Poor kid, hunted down by goons.
He'd rather beg than steal". Come on!
You feel sorry for this little jerk, this bum,
this no-good prick...
-Hey, don't you call me a...
-Zip it, or I'll sow it shut!
You feel sorry? I'll take your money! He he!
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