The Trap Page #3

- No.

Well, yes, actually.

- My dad's a collector.

He bought that frame in Paris last summer.

Paid 30 000 euros for it.

Now he's looking for a painting that'll he worthy of the frame.

'The number you have dialed is not in available.'

'The number you have dialed is not in available.'

What happened?

I agreed to give lessons hoping that he might help us,

to lend us the money...

I don't know what we're doing.

We're supposed to die,

that's what's expected of us!

Marija!

- You have no idea what that flat looks like.

Every single thing is worth as much as Nemanja's life.

I saw this picture frame...

- Marija, please don't!

If we only had this frame, everything would be sorted out.

You didn't understand a thing.

They should live, not us.

We should drop dead!

Become extinct!

You don't understand.

- What's the matter with you?

If anyone calls, I'm back soon.

Tell them to call again.

Excuse me. I've sent a letter to PO box 418,

and I was wondering if anyone came to pick it up.

Sorry, we don't give that sort of information.

- Please!

That man asked for help for his child's operation.

I just wanted to know if he took it.

That's why it's urgent.

It's about a child, you see.

There's no 418. It hasn't heen asigned to a user.

Man used me and disappeared. I couldn't find him.

The only thing I knew is that he knew Petar.

Mum, are you alright?

What happened?

Stay with your mum, I'll go get the car.

Take a seat.

Where s Isidora?

She's in the hall.

I went a bit overboard with tranquilizers.

I just wanted to make it a little easier on myself.

These people here think I wanted to kill myself.

But I didn't. I didn't.

You don't believe me either.

- I do.

My husband was murdered.

You must've heard.

The papers are full of all sorts of articles.

I have to hide it all from the child.

Please don't give me your condolences.

I can't stand it,

I've had it up to here.

All those phony friends... Placing obituaries.

One of them killed him, I'm convinced of it.

I'm sorry I'm burdening you.

It's important for me to talk

with someone who is not part of that story.

I'm sorry... I know I'm boring you.

No. I'm listening.

They all knew this one man,

just one of his faces.

It may not have been his best,

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

But I knew my Petar, my love...

He was wonderful to us.

I'm sorry.

If you're feeling better, I have to be on my way.

Nemanja is in hospital.

- Oh, God! What's wrong with him?

It's his heart. Has to have a surgery in Germany.

Thank you.

And if there's anything I can do for you...

I have to go. Really, I must.

Oi, fuckwit, what do you think you're doing?

I had to, mate. Come on, it's not a big deal.

Who do you f*** with?

Have it washed, you've got the money, don't you?

Daddy stole some money, right?

He gave it to his son.

You f***ing bum!

F*** you!

- Get him!

Damage, fight, criminal charges...

What are we going to do with you? Eh, Mladen?

I killed a man.

Excuse me?

- I said, I killed a man.

His name was Petar Ivkovic.

'The number you have dialed is not in available.'

It's not done yet.

Where's dad?

- At work.

He didn't come yesterday either.

I'm listening.

I killed Petar Ivkovic.

One man wanted me to do it

and promised me the money.

And I needed the money for the operation

since my son is ill.

And I killed.

But, that man disappeared,

and didn't give me the money.

And this Petar Ivkovic... He has a wife and child.

Mladen Pavlovic, you listen to me now!

The murder of Ivkovic is a very serious case.

We don't have the time and we don't want some nut

to interfere with our investigation.

Take him out.

So? Anything else?

Leave me alone, Marija, not now!

What have you done, Mladen?

- I don't know.

You don't know. - No.

- Were you drunk? - I guess.

What are you keeping from me?

You tell the doctor you'll bring the money soon,

then you disappear for a day and night.

You come back beaten, drunk, acting like a wimp,

Stop that, please!

- I won't! How can you leave us now?

Stop that! I said you don't know!

I don't want to stop! You don't know!

You don't know how to help, you just know how to lie!

You lie to the doctor, to me, to your own child!

You're good for nothing!

What are you drawing?

Don't draw me! Please don't.

Let me see something.

I'll make you something.

There.

Hello?

- Shouldn't have done that, Mladen.

That was stupid.

If you go on blabbering, both you and your son will die.

What, are you frozen?

Where are you lookin' at?

Why are you running for, you idiot!

You never called back. You know I need the money urgently.

I could kill you straight away, but I won't.

That would be easy on you.

But if you don't behave, I'll let your child die,

and you're gonna watch. Understand?

- Yes.

Hi, chief, let me wash it.

- What? - Gimme some money.

Stop acting stupid, calm down. Hang on a second.

Who told you to wash it? Get lost!

I'll call to tell you where to collect the money.

Did you understand me, Mladen?

- Yes, I understood.

Oh, you've got fags. Give me some fags.

It hurts? - F*** you!

- Screw you!

Let me go, you f***!

- Does it hurt, little prick?

You'll see, you motherf***er...

What are you doing, you animal!

Go f*** yourself!

You gipsy little prick!

What the f*** are you honking for? I'm going.

What are you doing, Marija?

I am leaving.

I'll be at Moma and Danijela's.

I didn't want to go.

But, it seems

I have to.

Please, tell me what's happened to you.

I don't know how to go out of here.

I need you, Mladen.

Nemanja needs you.

Everything will be alright.

Very soon, it will be alright.

Some woman called.

Jelena, says she knows you from the park.

She insisted on talking to you.

What did you tell her?

Nothing. That I don't know

where you are, and what are you doing.

Hang on! Stop!

Let go, please, let go.

- Please, don't go, Marija!

Why shouldn't I?

- Don't go please! - Why not?

Come in, Moma!

Hi, guys.

- You're not going anywhere!

Perhaps you'd like to hit me?

Marija, I am begging you,

don't go.

Moma, let's go!

Marija!

Hey!

You alrght?

- Yes.

I'm sorry to intrude. Can I come in?

Don't worry, I'm not going to pass out.

- Please, come in.

They gave me your address at the school.

I asked around.

I know everything.

And I want to help.

I know what it's like to lose someone you love.

That money is not much to me.

And it would solve everything for you.

No.

Don't, please.

Why not?

I want to help.

Just go, please.

Just go.

Nemanja! Where did you came from, son?

What happened here?

Nothing.

How did you get here?

I walked. Where's mum?

She's gone to Moma and Danijela's.

Let's go to your room.

Watch out.

You've had a row?

- Just a bit.

It's a I my fault.

It's all because of me.

No, it isn't. It's my fault.

But we have to get you back to the hospital tonight.

I don 't want to. - Nemanja!

Let's not argue, please.

Let me stay with you, just for the night.

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