The Last Bullet

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Nobody moves!

You're under arrest, Semaca!

Don't shoot, mister Miclovan.

I promise you, nobody will move.

Stay here.

Mister Semaca!

It's me, Lascarica!

Mister Semaca, believe me,

I didn't betray you!

I was brought here by force.

Please, believe me, mister Semaca!

Now!

-Don't move! You're under arrest!

-Don't shoot!

Hands up!

You got here just in time,

inspector.

Inspector, allow me to explain...

Take him!

Miclovan!

What happened, my boy?

It's bad?

It's nothing...

They got me.

-Why did you come here?

-I relied on your instinct.

Too bad you stayed

right in front of him...

Miclovan!

I didn't know it hurts so bad...

THE LAST BULLE:

December 1945

BUCHARES:

In the name of the law,

this court decides

to discharge the accusations against

the accused Semaca Constantin

and to set him free.

What can I say?

It was a dreadful night.

I was just inspecting one of my

storehouses and I found myself

in the middle of a battle between

the mob and the late Miclovan.

If it wasn't for inspector Roman

who saved my life...

How can I ever thank you?

I though everything was in order.

Well, I'm sorry.

It's such a waste...

However, if you want

to furnish your home

in a proper way, please contact me.

Sir...

He was magnificent, wasn't he?

-Who is he?

-The police officer who arrested him

What a face...

Hello, inspector!

If you don't mind, I...

What do you want?

Leave me the hell alone!

You were right, Tudor...

Just have a little more patience.

Now, forgive for saying that,

you have all the time in the world.

We have all the streets in this secto

under control.

Roman speaking.

What? Where?

We're on our way.

Everybody to the marshalling yard.

Be armed!

-Mister Roman!

-What do you want? Come on!

-What's happening here?

-There are 10-15 mobsters with guns.

They wounded two civilians

and a police officer on line 7.

-What's up there?

-A train with food for Moldavia.

Be careful, inspector!

Listen to me! Throw down your guns

and surrender! You're surrounded!

Why are you starring at me?

You piece of sh*t!

-How many are there?

-Around 25.

-Civilians?

-Yes.

Take off you hats,

we might shoot each other.

You go ahead

and pin the down there!

Wait! Four on one side,

four on the other.

-The rest of you, on the lorry!

-Right away, boss!

The plan is simple.

We split in two.

One group attacks this way,

the other that way.

We catch the train in the middle.

Give me a machine-gun.

Nobody shoots without warning.

Let's go!

Stop!

Hands up!

Don't shoot!

Handcuff him!

-Shoot, God damn it!

-Boss, look what I found.

You're so smart!

Take this balls here...

I want to see fireworks

as if it were the National Day.

Here, boss!

-Put away your gun and get out!

-Please, don't shoot!

-Please!

-Move!

-Don't shoot! Please!

-Move!

You shoot on sight,

without warning.

We have wounded.

OK. We wait until morning,

but we'll take'em.

-Inspector Roman...

-What?

An officer from the High Command

is asking what's going on here.

-Tell him to mind his own business!

-Very good, sir.

-Good evening!

-What are you doing here?

-I'm looking for inspector Roman.

-Get out of here!

-I looked for him at the station.

-I told you to leave!

-I have something to say to him.

-Didn't you hear me? Leave!

OK...

Go!

Go! Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Stop the engine!

How do you do, mister Roman.

It's me again. I was looking for you

at the police station.

Shut up!

What are we going to do with them?

God damn you! You're stealing the

food and the clothes from the poor!

I'll show you!

Mr. Roman, you had a meeting at the

prefect's office, at 8, remember?

Arrest them!

-What do you want?

-A statement, if you please...

Get away from me!

I don't have time for statements.

-Mihai, tell me what happened.

-We'll talk later, at the station.

Fine. Later!

Stop! Disperse!

Everybody, go home!

-Inspector...

-Shut up! Disperse!

-Go home!

-It's a misunderstanding.

-Give me the paper.

-It's possible. Move it!

Leave or we'll shoot!

Faster!

This meeting is legal.

We have the permit from...

Get back or I'll shoot!

The signal...

Floor it and hit them!

-Boss, this thing wasn't kosher.

-How so?

Oantza and Barbucel!

Stay here and burn it all!

Turn everything to ashes!

Come on!

-Right away, boss!

-Come on now!

Move! Get in! Hurry up!

Are you crazy?

It's a pity, don't you think?

It's worth billions.

Fifty-fifty...

Wait, I'll park the car

and then you can burn it.

That's it! Go!

A place for rest, a place where all

the pain and the tears have gone.

All the mistakes he made in his life

like anyone of us...

Boss, don't worry.

We took care of everything.

Take off your hat.

Even if it was for a billion,

one wouldn't take such precautions.

And, when you think about it,

everything for nothing.

I didn't hear you...

What did you say? For nothing?

God bless you, boss!

Please, forgive me...

-Now... Please, excuse me...

-Go on.

-Excuse me for being so bold...

-Please, do. You deserve it.

Boss, please, forgive me,

but now we're into politics.

And right into Roman's sector.

We hit this Bolshevik

where it hurts the most.

He will not rest

until he sees all of us dead.

And, with all due respect,

he knows his business.

He learned to shoot well,

like the other one, Miclovan.

Very good comparison, Banica...

Comparison is reason.

Like Miclovan or like this one.

-What did you say?

-It was in Latin.

-I thought so...

-Do you know a guy from Braila?

-Floaca, known as Stampa?

-Right.

Boss, forgive me,

but you hurt our feelings!

Don't you think one of us is capable

of blowing out his candle?

We need someone who doesn't know

Roman is a police officer.

This is it.

It's not our business.

I don't believe it.

Nothing at all?

Not even a clue... But it was obvious

they weren't police.

Mihai, this time it's imperious,

no matter what.

You understand?

They have to be caught!

Right in your neighborhood, your

comrades from the place you worked...

-This makes me think that...

-What?

Nothing.

I know what you were going to say.

You have on obsession for Semaca!

-You can't see anybody else!

-Even in my dreams...

Yes, it's me. No, not now.

Semaca or not, those who committed

this crime must be apprehended!

It's a task from the Party.

It's your responsibility.

Do you really think

you had to remind me?

I'll get them. I'll get them

even if it'll cost me my life!

No! Let those who did this

pay with their life!

Yes, you heard me.

-Bravo! You're a big boy now!

-Don't speak to me like this!

Excuse me!

I wasn't thinking.

Hi!

Floaca, briefly...

You'll receive 50 grands.

You take'em out and leave.

It's confidential.

It's not a business thing,

just an ambition.

Nobody knows but you.

He took one of my whores.

You know I have a certain

sensitivity in such matters.

I know, boss...

This is the guy.

Well, well! I can't remember

where I saw this guy...

I don't know, but his "phyxiognomy"

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