Snack Bar Budapest Page #4

I remembered the story.

Almost word for word from the trial.

That night an escapee had been shot.

They were searching everyone.

Every so often I'd knock on the hiding

place and she'd knock back.

Then there was no reply, I thought she

must have suffocated.

She was pregnant now she'd rot along

with the meat, and I started crying.

Sitting there in the queue,

while the radiator got hotter and hotter.

Then they were waved through:

nothing to declare.

When I managed to open it up...

she was curled up like a snake...

with her face burned

from the boiling oil.

But she was alive and she was

almost smiling.

You can take our daughter to bed, if you like.

Shut up, just pack your things

and get out of here.

That's enough chit chat,

no more funny business from you.

We're here to judge on the theft alone.

Forgive me, my lord,

we should let him finish...

Our young lawyer has a romantic side.

I may be a romantic...

Let him finish.

Romantic and a touch foolish.

These are fairy stories for fish-wives.

Foolishness invented for fools.

They're shooting.

Get down!

Get down

They're after them,

it's nothing to do with us.

They don't even know we're here.

- What about us?

- I told you to leave.

So what do we do?

Shut it! Give me back my shoe.

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

- We're stuffed.

- No, don't worry.

- Our time's up.

- Tomorrow we'll be out with Milena.

- Who's paying?

- Molecola.

The least he can do.

You may need it.

I've got a shotgun.

Go and get it then.

Mr Lawyer!

Guess who's here?

Stay down!

They got me.

They got me in the shoulder.

It hurts like hell.

We'd be better off shut in down below,

they'll come in and slaughter us all.

- Give me your gun.

- Why? You've got the shotgun

Give it to me, you have the shotgun

What did you do?

What are you still doing here?

Go downstairs.

I'd have sworn it was Carla's sister

if I hadn't just seen her naked...

in Milena's room a few hours back.

What next?

Don't know.

Molecola has a weakness.

- What is it?

- Me.

If you ask me they'll be launching

a bomb next.

Don't talk rubbish.

Why don't you come in?

Make yourself at home.

We'll have a nice friendly chat.

Let's talk.

Now?

A bad night.

But the fireworks were lovely.

I liked them, they were really lovely.

I knew you would.

- What do you want to do now?

- I don't know.

Not good, I always know what to do.

I want to go home.

What are you doing, Molecola,

are you crying?

Why should I cry?

You don't care about me anyway.

Kids cry.

And yet, we could have done

so many things, you and me.

Once we started...

we'd never stop, you and me together.

I just want to go home, I'm done here.

I'll tell you when you're done.

You defended the scum at the Budapest.

So...

That's what my father says.

- When he messes up.

- We can't start again.

- It would be nice, but no.

- Pity.

Let me go home, I'm tired.

- But you'll come back.

- To do what?

My city, don't you remember?

That was all a dream, a young boy's

dream, a nonsense.

No, you go home now.

You sleep on it, you rest up.

Then you come back.

You think a few words can smooth

over everything...

especially the past few hours?

I was never really up for it.

Has your "voice off" come back?

It never really went away.

It bothers me.

It's the sadness for what I once was.

We can do it, we can.

With one word.

Abracadabra.

Nothing more need be said.

But you have to promise to come back.

I want your word, even a handshake will do.

Then I know you'll come back

even if the world stops turning.

Molecola.

What do you want with someone like me?

Everything! We'll create the city

I've got in my head.

For once, you let yourself go.

And you believe, just believe.

I just want to give it wings.

Let's shake hands and forget about this.

Your hand.

Give me your hand.

What happened?

Who got shot?

Go home.

Go home!

It's over!

Over!

Who's dead?

Get back down.

She agreed, you can have her.

That's yours.

We're going,

I never want to see you again.

- I can't.

- You can.

- It's agony.

- Let's get Milena.

Where's the car?

There.

Cowards.

Come on.

We'll take the scooter

Give me the gun.

What do we do now, mum?

When I saw him lying there, so still,

no more days to live...

no more dreams to dream...

it pained me.

Come on, for God's sake.

Just to Milena...

Let's go on foot.

Sit down.

Are you sure they won't come after us?

They'll just let us take their bike?

Let's go on foot, the hospital's not far.

Why?

I don't want to go, I don't give a sh*t

about the hospital.

We're going to get Milena.

Why's she in hospital?

What happened?

- What did you do?

- Don't worry, she's fine.

We're going home if I have to carry you.

Two minutes.

Keep the motor running.

- I want to come.

- I'll only be a minute.

Open or else!

Open up.

I'm a doctor here, it's urgent.

My wife' s inside, open up.

I'm the boss's brother.

Open up!

Try this.

Open up!

I could already see the three of us having

coffee at the first bar we came to.

The thought made me absurdly happy.

Have you brought my magazines?

Sorry, can't stop.

When will you come and stay with us?

Next time, I promise

Always the same story.

And you always forget to bring us

our fashion magazines.

They've killed her.

Milena, my love.

Who did it?

Who did this, my love?

That coward Molecola.

What are afraid of you ugly shitbags?

Shits.

So are you and your friends, you're all sh*t.

So am I.

You stink of booze.

They were going to throw a party for me,

the whole country waiting for my return.

A massive party with hundreds of people.

They'd even come to the airport to pick me up.

I locked myself in the loos and plugged

my ears so I couldn't hear the tannoy...

.calling my name: Signor Faffo.

Imagine...

everyone shouting for me on the final lap.

I overtook the blacks, I was out in front and

all I could think of was Molecola.

How happy he'd be with me -

stay and listen - I did it for him.

- It's over...

- He wanted me to win.

Maybe I'd have won anyway, I was the best.

They made me piss in a bottle.

Then humiliated me in front of the black guy.

How can I go back and face Molecola now?

How can I face him now?

What do I say?

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