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You tie up this poor girl and f*** her.

Then you shiver in your boots,

like dogs. You're a**holes.

Then you say she was virgin.

If she was virgin...

...you should have thought twice.

She could have been your sister.

- I feel in love with this girl.

- What?

What should I do, marry this whore?

If she was virgin then you

made her into a whore, f*ggot.

And without any shame you dragged

your friend into it, pimp.

I didn't drag him in.

You faggots are disgusting.

You even tried to kill the girl.

You really are disgusting. Murder fags.

What will we do now?

Take her back. We'll deny eveything.

We'll take her back tomorrow.

A**holes!

- We can't take her back.

- Why creep?

Why are you scared? Did you

f*** up something else as well.

I didn' do anything. It isn't that.

Those men. Even if we evade...

...the police, they'll find us.

- Shut up a**hole!

I'll think on it a minute.

Now everyone go lie down.

In the morning.

The girl will stay here tonight.

- No one saw her, right?

- No.

Don't let the crane operators see her.

Hurry up and say what happened.

God damn it.

Why does order fall apart

on this little boat?

So, there was a girl?

Get up.

Folks, we're not debarking yet.

We have to wait.

- The girl has to go back.

- No. I'll get screwed.

- Rape, kidnapping.

- Shut up. No one's considering...

...you at the moment. You

should have thought before.

- Nothing will happen to us.

- Alright Captain, what else?

I'm thinking of the man

with the head injury.

- Do you remember?

- I remember, for f***'s sake.

This thick head never remembers

anything good. Maybe it's better.

Just keep quiet. I'm gonna

kill you in a minute.

- What's with you punk?

- We haven't unloaded the cargo.

We won't be leaving tomorrow anyway.

If our turn comes you

can take with 3 people.

- Get the point.

- What if I go ashore?

It's obvious those men are always around.

Let me see what happened to the man.

Are they after us?

What is the police up to?

Did the guy die?

What goods is there in that? If the cops

catch him he would squeel in 2 minutes.

I would of course. So what?

I wouldn't think of you. I would think

of myself, the captain.

And Kamil, you idiot.

What if he's really dead?

No way captain, you just tapped the guy.

It's was of concrete.

It probably just put him out.

- Let Ali go and check things out.

- You're making a mistake.

Look at him, he's jerking around again.

So, you were destined to be drunk today.

That's the Captain's whiskey.

Nobody else can drink it.

No, no... We'll let her

have some.

- I have go to the toilet.

- Sit down.

Pustular brain.

How does the police

solve cases?

Suppose a murder happens.

What do they do?

They find strands of hair

and finger prints?

Do the cups have everyone's

prints. No but they find out.

They figure out whatever they

want. Right?

Why did you you return

wet that night Boxer?

- I got robbed.

- How did you find those guys?

How punk? Who did we

rescue this girl from?

Who are we to rescue anyone?

Who are we, punk.

I'm going to solve this

matter. I want to.

Take out the money punk.

Take it out.

Tell us punk.

While shopping that night...

Wait... wait.

Find a pen and a paper.

What?

Write down whatever he says.

I'll look at it tomorrow.

- Don't gape so stupid.

- Allright, Captian.

I was passing through

through this street.

A guy and a prostitute

were bargaining.

Are you writing

down Kamil?

When she didn't like the money he

offered, she pointed me out.

She said for that money she would

sleep with me, not him.

Later she told me that if I had

money she would sleep with me...

...anywhere. I said I couldn't.

You were both waiting for me.

The wench laughed at me.

She asked me if I was a fag?

Keep on, I'm writing.

"Don't you have the money

to f*** me?" she said.

I left there running. She followed me,

still shouting.

"Can't you get it up?" she shouted.

I was really angry.

If I don't f*** the loveliest woman,

then I'm not Muhammed Ali.

I couldn't have done it on my own.

- She has to piss.

- Take her.

The girl is cute, isn't she?

Let her stay.

She can sleep in this room.

No one will touch or harm her.

She'll help Kamil. Cook.

Clean up. You'll have a good time.

You were supposed to be

in love with her.

That's OK. I can love her

from a distance.

You haven't finished your beer, yet!

You have it.

- Apoligise to the girl, creep.

- She doesn't know our language.

Do it!

I'm soory, miss.

I'm leaving now.

- What?

- If you want, I'll leave, too.

What for?

Idiot, you stretched it out too far.

I won't pity this joint and

I won't pity you and...

...stick it up your ass. Look ahead,

don't raise your head.

Let me have a look at what

Kamil has written.

Anyway, he probably knew what to write.

Why did you reach the boat

by swimming?

So that you'd feel sorry for me.

To be believable.

You scum!

Are you stupid or is it us?

He's coming.

What happened, tell us!

What happened?

What happened, tell us!

Tell us!

- The situation's screwed up.

- How?

The man is dead.

We're screwed.

We're ruined.

What have I done?

This is what was

screwing my head.

I couldn't remember but, part of

me knew he did.

I'm finished,

all played out!

Come, sit down.

We'll take care of it.

We'll take the stock

of the situation.

- How did you find out he died?

- Even the meter man are...

...talking about that night.

The man was this girls pimp.

A real trouble. Everyone

was actually glad that he died.

But his men are looking for us.

That beat up a few on the street.

They thought they might know us.

- Just that one of us is really fat.

- What the f***...

Outside, hurry up!

F*** off outside. All of you!

What did you learn? In the end we

arrive here, where I said we would.

We're all in this sh*t.

We have to get rid of the girl.

- You're like the Captain.

- You're a fool.

He forgets. You get rid

of unpleasant stuff.

- Is it so easy to kill a man?

- But it's harder to f*** her.

- I'll f*** her whenever I want.

- You only f*** your hand.

Shut up! It's all because of you.

Go to sleep!

Captain! Go to bed.

Whore!

Senile pimp!

Open up!

Open up the door, you faggots!

Here I am Captain.

- What's going on?

- Nothing, I just don't trust them.

They say they're in love with the

girl and then plot to kill her.

You were out of sorts so I

thought I'd keep an eye on them.

Well done, Kamil.

What the f*** are

we going to do?

Let's take the girl back.

It's the only way to settle this mess.

- We're involved in murder now.

- We'll explain it was an accident.

The guy was a pimp. Nobody's

going to be bent out of sahpe.

You think so. Still it's a murder.

Take the girl, two men kidnap her.

The girl's f***ed at least by two

guys:
Three counts of rape.

Everynight a hashish den,

four jail birds.

Steal the money from those guys'

pockets, five counts of robbery.

Having pulled all this sh*t we can't

look the cops in the eye and say...

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