Marilena de la P7 Page #2

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Listen... Do you have a girl?

Do you think i have any money, kid?

None of them want me.

To hell with them b*tches!

So... I guess you need a car, right?

A car, and a home.

Well... I have a home.

- You don't. Your father does.

You think your mom would stay if

your dad had no home?

She's be long gone, what the hell.

Mom loves dad.

Did you see that? Listen to him

Mom!

Dad!

Where are you going?

Tell me where you're going!

I have some stuff to do, okay?

- I'm coming with you!

You can't come. I'm busy.

What's up, little dick?

Got something on your mind?

What?

And what do you want me to do?

- Hey, bro, this is not good, i gave you the money.

Listen:
I'll give you half the money...

I was wrong.

Take half the money, take your toy too,

and go home.

What's up with him?

Huh? What are you doing here?

Get the hell out of here, you pedophile!

Move it!

So the girls don't want?

- Want what?

Money.

- What money?

Wanna spend it?

Fried meatballs, sausages,

Hello, miss. What's the deal?

Going in without ordering?

We'll order boss, when we get out.

- Nice p*ssy.

I'll wait outside.

Ok, that's enough for you.

Good evening and welcome to the pub

where Elvis Romano sings.

Let's choose a song.

What does the dice say?

Song number ech...

Song number ech...

Kamav Mangules.

Love Me Tender.

With a sweet dedication to miss petronela,

from mister nicu,

who filled my guitar with coins.

Shall i bring you anything else?

- Some juice.

One champagne cocktail and some juice.

Listen, girl, what's the thing with this Giani?

You ain't got a clue! We're in love.

You're getting married, girl?

Girl, you're in the mood for trouble?

- I was just asking. What?

What's your name?

- Andrei.

What grade are you in?

- Ninth grade.

How old are you?

- 17... almost.

So how come you're a ninth grader at 17?

Are you a repeater or what?

My folks sent me to school a bit later.

He's lying girl, he's barely 14.

- But I am!

So where's your ID?

- At home.

What about your dick? Is it at home too?

No, I have it on me.

- "I have it on me". Where is it?

And what do you wanna do with it?

- Well, you know...

I don't, tell me.

We go to your place and get laid.

That's impossible.

How come?

Well... do you have a car?

No.

- You see?!

Come on, enough talking.

Let's go.

Will you go with me when i'll have a car?

We'll definetly go together when

you'll have a car.

Come on, Marilena.

Hey, get hor phone number, sucker!

What? You already got a car?

Give me your number.

Why do you need it?

So I'll call you when i get my car.

I don't have any paper.

Are you goint to the b*tches from P7?

Looks like we don't communicate.

You're crying for nothing! I didn't go to any b*tches!

I don't know anything.

- So where's the money?

I don't know. I'll find out.

"Went to the b*tches..." I didn't do anything.

This fell down, got broken!

To hell with everything!

Yo!! Run! The tits are attacking us!

...and how are you all doing? This is

Bobi Digital on XXL FM with the best music...

...you can call for requests starting from now...

...this is still Bobi Digital, lethal lover,

you can ask for requests at 0743...

Eh... Hello. I'd like to dedicate a song.

Go on my friend, say it.

I'd like to request a song of Elvis Presley's.

Is that possible?

- Yeah.

For Marilena from P7.

Hey, check this out! I have a criminal idea.

Absolutely crazy.

All the b*tches in the world

will be at our feet.

The curly one too? The one i like?

That one too, man. I'll personally get it for you.

Check it out. My dad's a trolleybus driver.

He sometimes takes me with him

to teach me how to drive, right?

He took me too.

He took both of us to drive, right?

Come on, daddy... That's it! You see?

That's it, my boy!

No, wait a minute.

You don't pressit like that, but gently...

You see?

Get the steering wheel, sonny.

Come on now, you're my son!

Yo! Come on! What are you doing?

You don't press the brakes so hard.

Come on.

Turn the steering wheel to the left, to the left!

That's it.

Sit down over there, you're driving

him crazy.

What are you doing here?

Don't you wanna come see the match?

We'll come later. Leave us alone,

we have things to do.

Guys, here's the plan:

Mihai, Cristi and Matei attack...

It won't work, man.

Why so, my friend?

Last time I went there, I saw

two dobermans inside.

My God. If one of them gets you, you're done, bro.

And there was another watchman in the back!

And dad won't let me out of the house

after nine o'clock.

Yeah... the same with us.

I'm gone, man. I want to watch the game.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, right?

Motherf***er!

What do you want?

You still want to steal that trolley tomorrow?

Go! Go!

Get lost!

The number you have dialled is not in service.

You are so dead! Hold it!

We'll get it big time at home...

Take the curve.

Left, take the left.

- It's ok!

Hey, you, come here!

Come on, please!

Hi there.

...and at the end of this show with the one

and only Florin Salam...

Police!

- They wanna stop our broadcast.

Keep going. It's OK.

Keep going. Keep it this way!

Faster! Faster! Faster!

I'll run the red light!

Come on man, run the red light!

Come on. It's okay! Let's hurry!

Drive, drive.

Faster! Watch that car on the left!

Run the red light.

- It's green.

Press harder.

- F*** you, a**holes!

F*** you!

F*** you in the... in the!

One, two, three,

I'll shove it up your sister.

What are you doing?

I'll do the talking, ok?

C'mon.

- Enough.

What's up?

What are you doing here?

Where's Marilena?

Marilena?

Marilena is writing an essay.

A short one.

Yeah, right, where is she?

Upstairs.

Upstairs where?

Come on, tell me. Why did you come here?

Hey!

Stay here!

- Let him go!

He's my son! I wanna take him home!

He's my son! My son.

Quiet! Quiet or I'll kick your asses!

What's with this noise?

He's my son, right, He is my son!

What the f*** are you doing here?

F*** off!

You wanna call the police into our house?

Is that what you want?

I want to get my kid back. Leave me alone.

Wait a second.

So... tell me... Do you love me?

Of course i love you, kitten.

Aren't you my little peach?

Yup... So... how much do you love me?

Come on! Are we starting with these again?

F*** it!

What's up?

What is this?

Get out of here!

What have you done, b*tch?

What did you do? F*** you, stupid b*tch!

What have you done?

Get the f*** out of here! Move it.

Get the f*** out of here!

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