Maria Page #2

Think! I'll make a lady out of you,

give you money.

Moraru, Stanescu, Dumitrache,

Enescu...

Camataru...

- Moraru, Stanescu...

- What's up?

He keeps saying these names.

Then stops and mumbles...

You called the doctor

who treated him in jail?

He said it was the blow

but it'd pass.

- When?

- I don't know. We called uncle Milco.

Vaiscovici...

Leave him be.

It happens after such blows.

Camataru...

Please, give me another balloon.

- How was work?

- I quit.

What?

I'll tell you.

Not in front of the kids.

Hello!

What is it ?

How is he? Bad?

- He's gone off his rocker.

- Off his rocker?

- Yes.

- What's the matter, old sport?

Tell me, Ion!

- The time is up.

- What time?

- What time, old sport?

- The bike, the pig, the bike...

The pig?

Time is up, man.

- I got it!

- What?

Doc's told me memory

comes back to you

if triggered by something.

But when?

But what about the names

he says?

At 16 he entered a contest

on football matters.

He got to the final.

Exactly!

The prize was a pig and a bike.

In the nal question about Dinamo's

1976 players he missed one name.

- And also the prize.

- That's what it is!

And now he's gonna repeat

those names all the time?

I'll tell him the name he missed

and he'll be all right again.

Talnar!

Talnar!

- What if it was not Talnar?

- It was the famous forward, man!

When they played against...

Talnar!

- What do we do?

- There's another popular method.

My grandpa lost his memory

when a horse kicked him.

Grandma Milco reckoned that

if a kick addled his wits

then another kick'd set him right.

Want me to kick him?

Sock him!

Step aside.

Stand back!

Why you hit me? Why, man?

Stop it, Ion! Stop it! It's alright.

It's all right, man, all right...

It's all right, boy.

Nothing, man.

Let's grab some chow.

Bless your heart, God.

- Screw your Talnar, man!

- Dinner's ready! Come!

- Thanks. I already ate.

- I had something in prison.

Let the kids eat.

- Give us something to drink.

- l have my drink here.

- Give me mine.

- There's nothing to drink.

You should quit this drinking!

It makes them all suffer.

- Just put a period to it!

- I know how to put a period.

Like this!

OK, but now we deserve a toast

for the new boy, right?

What are you doing?

The kids are watching.

- How about the reserves?

- Nothing there.

No reserves?

And what's this?

- Let's go to the pub, man.

- Ion, please no. Don't go, Ion.

Ion, stay with us a little.

To your health and happiness.

- Stay with us, Ion, just a little...

- Milco!

- Daddy!

- I'll bring him home in half an hour.

Wait, Ion!

At least promise them

you'll be back in half an hour.

- Pa!

- Father never knocks at the door.

See who's there.

Joker! I'm better than you.

Mrs. Maria is home?

Take these.

- Who is it?

- I think it's for you.

I came to apologize.

| behaved like a pig.

Please let me finish.

Come here for a second!

I don't want to kids to hearthis.

- Allow me to behave decently...

- What do you want?

Understand me, I pay for it,

whatever...

When the kids are asleep...

I have the money ready.

Go to hell, old stud!

Those whores are't enough?

I call the Police!

I'll have you eat those owers!

- Buzz off, old hag!

- Fatso! Old fart!

- Ion isn't back?

- No!

- I'm going after him.

- Go home, you're sick. I'll go.

Who?

Three nines.

Eight tits, four ladies, Ion!

- Ion, come on home!

- Let's play another!

- No. First let me see your money.

- I'll pay when we nish.

Listen to him!

Give us your wife!

You haven't even see your baby!

- Ion, come home!

- Ionica, go home! Mammy's calling.

Let's play another.

You don't believe me? Who was your

foreman in the foundry?

Who taught you tricks?

Who protected you?

Now you ckeckin' on me?

You joined these mobsters

and you think...

That's water under the bridge!

Now you either have the money

or you don't.

Ion, there're guys coming

to your house at night

to screw your wife for money,

in front of the kids!

Perhaps you'd like me to bring

the money so you waste it?

It's for you that I gamble!

For us to get out of this sh*t.

If you don't have the money,

it's OK.

You give us your wife!

F*** you!

If you hit on her I'll kill you!

If you pick on her! kill you!

Another one?

You coming?

- Where you going, woman?

- Why do you cry?

-Put your name on the list of hussies.

- There's still room.

F*** you!

Milco!

Milco!

You asleep?

- Wake up! Give me some dough.

- I don't have any.

- Please!

- I don't have any.

F*** you and yourfamily.

Where's the child benefit?

- Give me from the reserve, hear?

- The reserve's for bread.

Give me the money!

Give me the money!

l'll win and put it back.

Pa, leave her alone!

Give it to me!

Give me the money or I'll kill you!

Stop it, a**hole!

Not in the head!!

I'll kill you all!

No, Ion!

No!

- What's the matter?

- She broke my bones...

- Who did?

- The Dutch woman!

- Got any money?

- This is not a woman.

150 kilos on top of me...

I'm just not cut out for this.

For 50 dollars...

- Give me the money, Ion!

- I'll give it back to you.

Ion, give me the money!

This money is the hardest

ever won in my life.

- Open up or I'll bust your place!

- I could be left an inrm.

A handicapped man.

Ion, my man!

Where're you going, dummy?

You're out on parole.

I got the money!

I got the money! Deal the cards!

What are you staring at?

Deal the cards.

Ion, my good boy...

- Cut the cards.

- It's alright!

- One.

- One...

- Two.

- Two...

- Three.

- Three...

- Five.

- And five...

- How many you need?

- None.

- Me neither. What have you got?

- Eight tits. Four ladies.

- That's all? Nothing more?

- Four queens, Pentagon.

Four aces, my Ion !

- Give me the cards!

- Give it to him!

Give me the cards!

You bandit, show the cards.

Cough up the money or! bust

you up!

Hello! Police? You hear me?

Mr. Milco! Sir!

- Good evening!

- Good evening.

Brunhilda, my friend recommended

you.

Are you free noW?

Are you working?

Wait, wait.

Wait a minute!

How about Ion?

- He's with the little ones.

- Really? Or he is not home?

- We go?

- Yes.

I'll do all the talking

at the town hall.

I have a good story.

I know what to tell them.

Come quicker.

God, you are a mess!

What did he do to you?

- Made the 8th baby in the corridor.

- Shut up, stupid.

We nish here and we go straight

to the Police.

Dont' worry. We'll manage.

We'll see better times.

- Wait!

- What now?

Come on!

Liars! Every day...

Let me be, don't you hear!

The Mayor's waiting for me!

I'm with the kids, don't you see?

The little guy with the balloon!

Take a close-up of him!

Don't lm him for he's sick!

Thieves!

Mr. Mayor, we'll set ourselves

on re,

if you don't give us a house!

- Close up on him!

- Where should we live?

You'll see what we'll do...

Up, the mayor...

Murderers!

You'll see! Criminals!

That's it! Set yourself on fire!

Courage!

Dear viewers these are

shuddering shots.

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