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but he's my husband.

You can keep the outfiit.

Good luck...

with your daughter.

Thanks.

There's no point in hanging around here.

C'mon, let's grab our daughter

and split for Bosnia.

Ismet can lend us some money.

We'll fix up our house.

You're so childish.

From now on we do it my way.

-Are you totally mad?

C'mon,

Let's go.

Nobody home, see? C'mon, let's go.

Hello.

Step inside.

We'll wait until they get back.

You sit in the car,

give us a sign when they show up.

Samir, please...

As soon as they park, you pull up out front

and open Moby Dick's rear doors.

Senada?

Let's begin a new life.

C'mon, let's go.

Where are you going?

You won't be needing this any more.

I know where Aida is.

Ulm-Penguins

Cup-match

You two will sort it out.

Room for one more?

Yes.

Cake?

Cake.

How're they doing?

Okay.

Okay?

Goal!

Mommy, I scored a goal.

-Yeah, terrifiic.

Bye.

-Wait a moment.

Nice of you to come.

My husband and I have been thinking

about preparing Kristina.

Slowly, step by step.

Next summer...

maybe we should go to Bosnia...

and introduce her to her mother.

That's a good idea.

We won!

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