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why don't you.

Very good. You should see

what an expert report looks like.

- You know what I was thinking?

- What?

Wouldn't it be nice for us

to cover the funeral costs?

Yeah?

How much can a funeral be in Bucu?

Eight thousand?

Make it ten.

Barbu, listen up.

Forget whatever you're doing

and pay attention.

The funeral is set for Saturday.

And however much you want

to blame us for this and that,

you really need to make

an effort and be there.

Are you all mad?

You have to give your condolences.

- It's the thing to do.

- What condolences?

You want a freaking mob

running after me?

No one'll do you any harm, dear.

Look, your father's going too.

And Carmen.

We're all going.

It's good for you to face this.

You'll understand in time.

OK, I get it. Let's go.

Where to?

Carmen, I'm counting on you.

Stay here.

Relu, why are you

stuck to your chair?

Give him a break,

stop making such a...

Leave him alone.

Why do you keep treating us

like enemies?

If we don't mean well for you,

who does?

Stop whimpering, woman!

Your mother's trying,

we're all trying.

Tell him that if he doesn't show up,

he'll be thrown into jail.

- Is that what you want?

- I want to be left alone.

Stop meddling.

Stop making phone calls,

stop interfering.

I'll take care of things.

Then let him crucify himself,

like Jesus.

The keys.

- Who cares about keys now?

- The keys to my place.

It's OK, Barbu, I have my keys.

You go wait for me outside.

Give me my keys.

Those you used to get in.

Unbelievable!

How would we bother you?

You have your room.

I can make sure you eat well,

no one intrudes.

Carmen has her luggage with her.

I brought your stuff over.

You want to keep me waiting?

Give me the keys already!

Here. And the nosedrops.

What's this?

Tell me.

What did I ask you to get me?

- Didn't I say, regular Olynth, green?

- Yes.

I did. So what is this?

- Olynth.

- What color?

It's exactly the same,

just twice as expensive.

Are you a complete imbecile?

Have you tried it?

She's your mother!

Do as you please.

Your father is my witness.

I'm washing my hands of you.

Blow me.

You too.

What did I do to you?

You're putty in her hands.

She can bend you

sideways and backwards.

Don't look at me, he's right.

You really are putty.

I keep asking you to back me up

and talk to him.

Instead, you just let me do

all the talking.

This is such a huge thing,

yet you two can't act decently.

Why don't you compromise

just a little bit?

Let him sleep where he pleases

and let's focus on the important stuff.

Is where he sleeps so important?

So let him sleep here

so we can concentrate together.

But no, he must follow her

and raise her offspring.

And you give him cigarettes,

pizza and Coke.

Get dressed now

and go get him back.

I'm going where the hell I please.

Tell him

that if we don't take care of things,

he's finished.

- Yes?

- It's me.

It's me.

A bit faster, please.

My wife is waiting.

Right. So what do you suggest?

What do I suggest?

You called and scheduled this meeting,

so I imagine that you too

have an interest in this.

That, I didn't like.

I called you because I was called

and told to call.

I could have called to ask

not to be called anymore.

I'm a busy man, I can't be

at your disposal.

I'll take care of it without you,

if you're that busy.

Be my guest. It will take forever

and it won't work out.

Allow me to explain.

You are, I hope, familiar

with the circumstances.

You might not know that your son

tailed me from way back.

He has an A4. I have an ML.

Same speed and start-off time,

so overtaking me wasn't easy.

My ML has more engine power,

but considering its bigger

wheelbase...

I look at you and I can't tell

if you're getting anything I'm saying.

Please listen closely.

This is me.

This is him.

We're now in Bucu

where he was still behind me,

and he once again flashed

his headlights at me.

This is the village exit, OK?

I move to the left lane

to overtake a minibus.

He follows right behind me.

This is the accident site, OK?

He flashes his headlights,

but he also signals,

which he should have done

from the beginning

since that's the overtaking etiquette.

I swerve to the right lane

to make room for him.

He steps on the gas

and starts overtaking me.

Since we are right by the exit sign,

I step on the gas from 50,

the urban speed limit,

to 110, the freeway speed limit.

It would have been ideal for him

if I hadn't accelerated.

But it doesn't say anywhere

that I'm not allowed to.

So he had no other chance

but to accelerate even more.

I only went up to 110,

and I saw the children.

He was doing at least 140

and did not see them.

And here's where the impact took place.

Right.

And can't it be that here,

where you were doing 110,

you were actually doing 90?

Absolutely.

From all points of view:

physics, visibility,

the psychology of overtaking,

it is quite the same thing.

I was doing 90, he was doing 110.

You want him at 5O?

Then I was doing 50.

The exact same thing.

Well then? That's exactly

what I'm begging you.

What are you begging for?

Tell me how much.

You do realize

how brutal this sounds.

I apologize, I had a very hard day.

I'll rephrase it.

What exactly...

...would determine you to show,

by changing your statement,

the kindness you failed to show

when you wouldn't let him overtake?

Let's try the following calculation:

for manslaughter, the legal system

indicates up to fifteen years.

In this case, the fault is divided.

The child crossed negligently,

the parents didn't supervise him,

so seven years, maybe six.

No previous offenses, let's say three,

early release included.

How much are three years worth,

as opposed to nothing?

See you can't do the math?

You do it.

I can tell you you've planned

to buy non-prosecution

with $O, maybe 100,OOO euros.

Is my math right?

No, Mr. Laurentiu.

Here's the deal.

I do not have that kind of money,

and if I did, I would be unwilling

to give it to you.

We'll squabble and argue in court.

I'll waste my time

and you'll waste your time.

Worst-case scenario,

I'll get him suspended time.

I don't think so.

But even so,

do you want him, at his age,

to go through life with such baggage?

Well, you're not giving me

much rope here.

See?

I'm sorry, I really have to go.

When I come back from Munich,

I'll take some time

and change my statement.

- So where are we now?

- I told you,

I'll drive to Bucu

and change my statement.

Or wherever the case is moved.

And you either give me

80,OOO euros in two weeks

or a symbolic amount now.

What's symbolic?

Let's say 100 euros.

But I don't have... Wait.

I have thirty, forty, that's all.

- I'll go get it.

- From an ATM?

No point.

Or I'll get another coffee

and you pay for it.

Excuse me. Another coffee for me.

Or, wait. Got any digestives?

Amaretto. Is that OK?

What are you doing?

- Hi, Carmen!

- Good evening.

I didn't get you anything.

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