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seems familiar.

-Who are you working with?

-How so?

The Floaca brothers

are always together. Look there.

-When?

-This night.

Mister, do you want

a Christmas carol?

-Fine.

-Come here!

-Give me that file.

-Here.

This one's free.

I saw him once on Lipscani Street.

He fought in the war for a year.

-I'm keeping my opinion...

-Hello!

Yes.

It's for you, inspector.

He's Lica, I'm sure.

Yes, it's me!

What?

Right now?

Fine, I'm coming.

It's something wrong?

No, nothing. It's personal.

Well, guys, I think it's enough for

today. We'll see each other tomorrow.

Hello! Is anyone here?

What do you want?

-Don't do anything foolish...

-Hands up! Throw away your gun!

-You called me?

-Shut up!

Cut him.

The building is surrounded

by police vehicles.

Be smart, you got

no chance of escaping.

-He's a cop.

-He lies! Search him!

I have my papers on me.

Run!

Stop!

Mister Roman!

-Forgive me...

-What do you want? Who are you?

Mr. Roman, I am...

You have a familiar face,

but I don't know where to place it.

You don't recognize me...

I joined the Communist Party.

Look...

And?

-Here!

-What's this?

Just a little gift, so you'll help me

No, take it.

From where I take it,

nobody can tell...

To Fane, when he was in prison,

I would bring from the same place.

Fane, my brother, who had the honor

of doing time with you.

He was known as Oarca,

may God rest his soul!

-He stole because he was poor.

-Oarca?

Why didn't you say so?

I kept trying to tell you,

but you move so fast.

Now here, tomorrow there.

I heard they made you a minister.

A smaller minister.

You have any problems?

-He beats me.

-Who?

The master.

He beats me senseless, Mr. Roman,

ever since he found out I joined

the Communist Party.

Why beat me?

God damn him!

Why would he do that?

I'm only human!

How can I sleep at night, with my

wife, if he beats me all day long?

I'm so upset and shamed that

I don't feel like doing anything.

-Listen...

-My name is llie.

OK, llie...

And what do you want?

I came here to ask you...

If I kill him... 'Cause I can't stand

it anymore and I will kill him.

I'll be punished

if I'm a Party member?

-You will be punished...

-But him?

He has so many guns,

you could arm an regiment,

he will be punished?

This is something else... Come,

let's go, you'll make a statement.

-I'm done, Mr. Roman.

-Read it!

Statement.

Me, the underlined llie Oarca...

-Undersigned!

-I knew it was something wrong.

Working at the farm of Mr. Semaca...

-Semaca, did you say?

-Yes.

I'm working at Semaca's farm,

in Craciunesti.

He has arms on his domain?

That's what I've been trying

to tell you!

Lonescu, get me a search warrant.

You three go with me.

The others are free!

Hello! Please, give me

the prosecutor's office.

-What do you want?

-Good evening.

-We're looking for Mr. Semaca.

-I am he.

Yes, inspector.

I am Jean Semaca.

You know my brother very well.

You saved his life.

What can I do for you?

This is the search warrant

from the prosecutor.

We have information you have

an arms depot here, on the premises.

What arms are you talking about,

inspector?

You're talking about hunting guns,

maybe.

That's right, I have a Peardey

and a Holland-Holland.

You'll be surprised, but I have

a guns permit. Where is it?

It's no need, I trust you.

Who said that to you?

This moron?

Mr. Semaca, if you don't mind,

I'd like you to come with me outside,

for five minutes. You alone.

This way.

-In the Christmas Eve...

-What is it?

I have no idea. But Jean will manage,

it's nothing serious.

This way, Mr. Roman.

Stay there!

He's vicious, he kicks you.

Moron, you said?

What's this?

Weird hunting guns...

Mihai, where were you?

We're waiting here for four hours.

I want to confession,

I have every right, don't I?

We recognized three of the guys

who passed themselves as cops.

-In the car with the fender bender...

-They are at Ritz bar.

-And I have only three men.

-We'll loose them, Mihai!

Lonescu! Come!

You gather all the men.

You call them, you do what you want.

We have only three men.

We have to block the streets.

Diamandi, Costache Marina and Motin.

-Understand?

-Yes.

-Ritz is here. Move!

-Yes.

Well, guys...

I have an idea.

-How many are we?

-About 50.

-Fifty...

-Yes.

Take some guns.

Mr. Roman, give me gun, please.

What for?

You know how to shoot?

I fought on the battlefront.

I'm wounded in the knee.

Stay here with some men.

-No one leaves.

-I understand.

This is the one.

You're the one?

Get up!

Guys!

Disperse through the restaurant.

Pick up anyone you recognize.

You too!

Police!

Police! Get them!

Enough! Stop!

Give me that!

That's enough!

What happened?

Three of the mobsters from the bar

locked themselves in the shelter.

-Are they armed?

-With machine-guns.

They want to let them free.

We surrounded the building.

-Is there another exit?

-No, just this one, here.

-Do you have a Browning?

-Yes.

-Give it to me.

-There you go.

You, up there!

I want to talk to you.

If you want to talk,

get up here!

Leave the guns down.

Hands up!

So, tell me...

You saw what awaits you outside.

Surrender and I promise you...

-What do you promise?

-He's alright.

Don't make anything foolish, or

the workers will have no followers...

What? Are you afraid

of an inspector?

Pavel, he's right.

We should surrender.

Me? Surrender?!

You're afraid... God damn you!

I'll kill all of you!

-All of you!

-You're drunk, put the gun down!

Wait! Don't push!

Wait!

Wait, people!

Don't push!

-What is it, Buffalo Bill?

-Dragan...

-Get it.

-Mister Dragan...

What are you doing?

What I've been doing all my life.

I'm working.

You're hair turned grey.

I'm so glad to see you!

We should celebrate this meeting.

Want to get something to drink?

Fine. I know a place.

And you?

Badly...

I'm a police inspector.

-You're still a Party activist?

-Right. Sort of...

I work for the National Security...

-National Security. You're very busy

-Yes, I am...

This morning, for example,

I received an order to arrest you.

-Me?!

-Yes.

You're still a joker...

During the night of 25 December,

you committed

an abuse of power

in the village of Craciunesti.

But I told you, I explained already...

To make things worse,

you arrested the citizen Semaca,

farmer.

I found a storehouse full of arms,

get it?

As far as I know,

you're an inspector with

a certain amount of experience.

The Craciunesti case

wasn't for the police to handle.

You should've called us,

the National Security.

It was easy to see

this was a political matter.

You complicated the disclosure

of a espionage network

and this case was in the jurisdiction

of National Security.

Mr. Semaca was set free,

and we have to say sorry.

I was very pleased

to have to say sorry to him.

And, as they say in the distinguished

environment you work,

you're in deep sh*t...

Only God can help you

get out of this mess.

Our Father,

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