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but nobody will listen.

And you're totally wrong.

9/11 transformed the whole planet,

not just America.

As I said the last time we spoke,

read the official version, too.

Talking about logic,

you must be aware

of the documents you're referring to.

And you hadn't even read it back then.

I can give you the PDF.

-I have it, thanks.

Did you read it?

-I started it

See?

Wrong answer!

I don't think it's OK to just swallow

the official theory like that...

...unconditionally.

And, I must admit,

this difference of opinion bothers me.

Is it bad?

Bad, I don't know.

But I know it's fear, not lack of doubt.

Which means you're not completely lost.

Can I take this call?

Go and ask Mom!

Yes.

Go ahead.

I heard on TV that coffee is good

for skin cancer.

What I wanted to say is

that everything is there

to confuse us, to delude us,

and not just today.

Ever since Adam and Eve

and the original sin.

We go in circles thinking we know,

but then we see we don't.

Once you get better,

drop by the church, OK?

May God forgive him!

-May God forgive him!

Doctor, where are you?

Let me tell you a quick one:

one day a taxi driver,

kind of gypsy

with big, sad eyes,

this winter I travelled more by taxi,

so this boy,

seeing me dressed as a priest, says:

"Father,

how can we know

when the Second Coming will be?"

The question surprised me.

I replied:

"We don't know now,

but when He comes, we will."

"Really? How will we recognize Him?",

he asks.

"By the signs.

First, the prophecies

must be fulfilled."

"Were there signs

when He first came?", he asks.

"Yes, that's how we knew

that He came and became flesh."

"Why didn't the people

recognize Him?", he asked.

"Some recognized Him, others didn't."

"And how do you know

He hasn't come already?"

"Because the prophecies

haven't been fulfilled."

So he kept on asking the whole ride.

What I mean is...

I was filled with great sadness

after the talk with the taxi driver.

People talk this and that

about our Lord Jesus:

whether He's coming or not,

how will we recognize Him

or other nonsense:

that He's not God but a prophet.

God forgive me...

That there's no salvation,

no Second Coming,

or that He has come

and we didn't recognize Him.

I was genuinely filled

with profound sadness.

I thought how tragic

it would be for humankind

if our Lord returned a second time

and we didn't recognize Him.

And thereby, our salvation,

our redemption is impossible!

Because He will not come a third time!

And He has consigned us to oblivion.

And I cried.

I cried real tears.

And that evening I was illuminated.

This whole story

was merely a temptation.

And then I realized how weak I am

and how quickly we, humans,

fall to temptation.

Doctor, do you realize what I did?

I chose to think

that the Second Coming already happened

and I felt pity for myself.

I chose to believe that

hypothetically speaking, it could be.

Well...

But brevity is the soul of wit.

May God forgive him!

-May God forgive him!

What is it, dear?

-I'll be back...

Father!

Did you understand what this

priest said? -I didn't get a thing!

Are you serious?

...Antinevralgic, Algocalmin,

vials and pills, Ketonal...

And 50 lei is not enough

for another two days?

I say it is.

Who's this boy

with so much money on him?

No, don't ask him for money!

I said no!

As you wish, but if your mom finds out,

don't come to me for help!

Better tell me, is it snowing?

How is it?

Very good.

Nusa?

All right.

I'd put the beef salad on the table.

And the aspic too.

Stay in your room.

Heat up the chorba...

Then don't stay in your room.

You went there to stay indoors?

She's your friend. Isn't she?

Hello?

There's no signal here.

-There's three lines of signal.

I can't take this hypocrisy anymore!

To hell with it all!

If I ever hear her talking

about Communism in this house,

I'll kick her out!

Where are you?

I can't hear you properly.

Why do you let her get to you?

You're smarter.

Why do you play her game?

You should just ignore her

and let her be.

She was an activist.

She needs to vent her frustrations.

But she's not a bad person.

Have a drink and you'll be OK!

Didn't you see her acting all pious,

all humble in front of the priest?

Humble my ass!

They killed and wrecked families,

and she lectures about Marx, Lenin,

and other notorious kikes?

You're unbelievable.

Sandra...

Mark my words, if you talk to

her again, I'm out of here.

And where will you go?

Another night shift?

What's your problem?

How about your shifts?

-What about them?

You tell me, Gabi!

The little one's asleep.

She's so lovely.

You're overreacting again.

Am I?

But she's talking, right?

Yeah, she's talking.

I thought she said nine.

Nine?

-Really...

Yeah, she also says

cercopithecus and scapteriscus,

and brontosaurus,

and a**hole!

Especially when she's pissed.

She doesn't say cercopithecus.

Is that a 50?

Why would it be?

It's a 56.

What size are you?

-50!

Wasn't uncle Emil a 56?

Who's going to wear it?

I thought it was symbolic.

Isn't it supposed to be worn?

Ain't that logical?

Then I'll change it tomorrow.

How could you change it?

It's been sanctified.

It's huge.

We'll take it to a tailor.

Look, you'll add two tucks here, see?

One here, and one here.

Give me a needle.

Good!

Sebi, take off your jacket.

What?

-Take off your jacket.

Is it better?

And you put the belt on.

-Please don't move.

Is that better?

-A bit tighter?

Wow, you look great!

Stupid cow!

How is it now?

-It's OK.

The shirt is big, too.

Take it all off.

Hold the jacket.

How about the shirt?

Simona!

Give me the trousers

from the bathroom.

This is large, too.

-It's fine!

The shirt has to be big.

Give him the pants.

How is it?

I'm drowning in it.

I'm drowning in it.

I don't think I'll wear it anyway.

How can somebody

buy a suit seven times bigger?

She's so stupid, this girl!

Just as stupid as her mother.

And her entire family.

What did this girl do to me?

I don't know, Mom.

How could she buy such a suit?

Don't know.

But what did you tell her?

To buy a suit for Emil.

Did you mention who it was for?

To be given...

But did you say it was for Sebi?

-I didn't say 46, 48, 50...

If you didn't tell her,

how was she supposed to know?

So, it's my fault now?

Otherwise, she'd have brought one

for a 5-year-old.

Mom, are you for real?

Now what?

Do you have a sewing machine?

What for?

-Listen!

I want to do this,

and everytime I insert the needle...

Just leave them like I put them.

But a sewing machine would be

just perfect.

Leave them like that, with two tucks.

With safety pins.

Use a belt and they won't come undone.

With the pins on?

-Yes, sure!

And make a seam here.

-That's easy.

How could you buy such a suit?

I got it as if for uncle Emil.

What did you do

when your father died?

The same.

-Really?

I got his size.

And who did you give it to?

-To a man.

And what size was he?

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