Umbre (2014) s02e06 Episode Script

Toma disappeared.
THIS HAS HAPPENED The first transport will take place tomorrow.
You'll go to Constanta.
Don't get lost in any bars, we have jobs to do.
I pay for the oxygen you breathe.
Good luck, Chuckie! Where does this Captain live? I want Captain, Relu and Sabin Costache to begin with.
I'm better than all of you together.
Teddy! Hey! Be careful with those.
Are you into that healthy life thing? I'm one of those who hates talking on an empty stomach.
Then it's best that you eat something.
Who knows when or if you'll get the chance again? - You like playing with metaphors? - Meta-what? Exactly.
Do you know what they contain? I'm not much of an existential-questions guy.
Twenty-five years in prison.
That's what you get if you're caught.
I hope you're more careful tomorrow than with Mr.
Tomas's poodle.
Is it my fault that the mutt didn't wait for the green light? That's the problem I thaught it to wait for the green light.
I'd learned it.
Teddy! He doesn't move.
I think he's taken something.
I called you ten minutes ago.
I'm dying.
Please don't die.
I want to kill you myself.
They give you the benzo something.
I don't remember.
Benzodiazepine.
Smart guy.
You kno stuff, like this.
- Magda - Go to hell.
Shut up.
It isn't enough that they've cut a piece of me and threw it away.
I had him within me for six months.
And they threw him as if he were old food.
Like when you put it in a bag, throw it- - in the trash and watch the dogs take care of it.
Magda they didn't threw him away.
Every morning I wake up and I'm waiting for - - No, I'm hoping that my back aches.
I hope for nausea and barfing.
That my face will be full of zits.
But I'm fine.
I feel good.
Do you understand? I don't want to feel good.
I want to feel as I did then.
And I hate myself because I'm doing well.
And I'm so afraid I'll never get over this.
I just want to cry.
I want to cry.
Magda Do you think the heroin, cocaine and the other stuff they found make you cool? When I came in with you the doctor said - that the next hour was critical.
Do you know what that means? - Yes I do.
Do you, you idiot? So why? Come here.
It's okay.
It's okay! Dorin.
Relu.
- Have you done this before? - Done what? Have you handled transports before? - People.
- Do you mean illegal immigrants? No, normal people.
Well, almost normal.
- I used to be a taxi driver.
- Yeah? I've been an ambulance driver.
Until twelve years ago, when I got in some trouble.
I've stabbed a guy.
We started fighting at a disco and he jumped on me.
I stabbed his throat with a bottle I've hit the jugular.
In a minute he was done.
But I didn't mean to.
- You didn't, didn't you? - Of course not.
I got twelve years in prison and got out two months ago.
Who would hire me now? Fucking no one.
A friend told me about this and I met Mrs Nico.
She said I'll get 500 euros for a drive from Constanta to Bucharest.
- Who would say no? - So you haven't driven in twelve years? - It's like riding the bike.
I don't know, I don't ride bikes.
- Nico? - Where are you? - Are you on the highway yet? - Not yet.
- Don't take the highway.
- Why not? It'll be longer.
- Take the old road to the seaside.
- It'll be longer.
Go through Slobozia.
It's safer.
Nico? The highway is full of roadblocks.
Do you want to take that risk? - Take the road through Slobozia.
- Okay, boss.
The blue BMW has been following us since we left Constanta.
Don't worry, no one's following us.
Romania's full of BMWs.
- Yeah.
Speed up.
- Sure, boss.
Hi.
- What're you doing, dickhead? - Taking your bag.
If you take the bag, I take your life.
The captain sent me.
My name's Sabin, but they call me Sabinache.
- I'm going to call you "dickhead".
- Sure, boss.
- Do you have any car? - That wreck over there.
Come on, open it.
What're you doing, dickhead? Driving you to Bucharest.
Nobody drives me anywhere.
- Okay, boss.
- Sabinache.
- Yes Boss? What did I just say? You said they call you Sabinache.
I said that I'll call you "dickhead".
If I call you Sabinache and you answer, what am I then? One of your guys? - No, boss.
"No, boss" sounds good.
- Sabinache? - Yes Boss? - What is it, boss? - I don't like this.
What? How I drive? I don't like the road.
We can't see much.
- It's looking fine.
- You don't know what to look for.
Slow down when I say so.
- You told me to speed up.
- And now you're going to slow down.
- Okay, boss.
- Get in the middle of the road.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Now.
B-1-1-1-K-B-K.
Gas it again.
- Tanase? - I can't talk right now, Relu.
You just need to listen.
You have to check a registration number.
Now, Tanase.
B-1-1-1-K-B-K.
K-B-K.
A blue BMW, an old 5-series.
Roger.
Call me.
Boss, I think you worry too much.
You should focus on the driving.
Yes, honey.
Why don't you trust me? People are waiting for me, I have a meeting.
You're accusing me for something I haven't done.
We aren't discussing it now.
Hello? So what do you think? - It's nice.
- I think so.
It's simple, but has everything you could wish for.
There is a well-equipped kitchen with fridge and micro.
There is a pharmacy and supermarket around the corner.
The subway is three minutes away.
As far as utilities go.
I think you'll enjoy it here.
And you can see the lake.
The view is impressive.
The sunsets are magnificent.
Especially in the fall- - when the leaves fall and everything is rusty.
Yes.
It has everything you could wish for.
I'll show you the bedroom as well.
It's in here.
At the end of it.
Here it is.
What do you think? It's nice.
Yes.
It has a unique feeling.
Here you'll find a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, bedside table, a bed And lights if you want to read in the evening.
Oops! Frankly, the bed creaks a bit.
Especially when you When you have nightmares.
Yes.
Exactly.
- You said it was a job apartment.
- That's right.
It's a job apartment.
- Can I open a window? - Of course.
Wait, let me help you.
You smell so good.
You smell very good.
You arouse me.
You can touch it! I want to touch your breasts.
May I? - Let me touch your breasts.
- We shouldn't have What is it? Don't you like me? - It's not that.
- Maybe I'm not your type.
- No - No? - It's not that.
- I'm in love, Gina! I'm in love with you.
I swear on my children! Since the first time I saw you I've felt something - Rushing through my veins.
- I can see that.
- Please, let's make love! I'm not good at expressing myself, but that's how you'll know what I mean.
I know it already.
I'm pathetic, right? I'm pathetic.
A stupid, pathetic idiot.
To fall in love like this - - like a hopeless school boy And the girl I love doesn't care at all about me.
Right? An idiot! Don't say that, it's nice.
The apartment is also nice.
- Sorry, it wasn't my intention - It's not your fault.
It's always like this.
I take what I get.
And I never get what I really want.
Please love me.
Please! Let me get into you.
Please, Gina! I know that you want to.
My whole body says it.
Let me get into you.
Please! Please! Please! - Let's hear it, Tanase.
- I couldn't find anything.
- What do you mean? - I called a friend from traffic.
He couldn't find anything.
- Did you give me the right plate number? - It was right.
- That was the right registration number.
- I don't know what to say.
- Stop at the gas station.
They told me not to stop until Bucharest.
Okay, I'll stop.
I also have to pee.
So there was nothing, then? Look there, boss.
Your blue BMW must have stopped for us.
Let them have fun.
- Didn't you say you wanna take a piss? - I'll have a smoke until you go.
Roger.
Okay, we'll talk later.
Let me go! I have a child! I have a daughter.
I have a seven-year-old daughter.
Do you work for Toma? - Do you work for Toma? - Who is Toma? Who? What Toma, you fucking lunatic? Which Toma? Get some water and rub yourself.
It'll get your blood running.
You fucking! Yes? - Are you busy? - No.
What is it? What's happened? No.
Can't I just call without something happening? Yeah.
- You sure I'm not bothering you? - No, I - I'm out at work.
- Ah, the job right? What do you mean? - I thought we might - What? If you want and have time Maybe we can grab a coffee? When? Now? Now or later.
When you have the time.
Ok.
Talk to you later.
- Hello? - Okay, we'll talk later.
Drive.
- Answer it! - It's only - Hello? - Dad! - How are you darling? - When will you come home? Dad is at work.
- No! - Don't shout, I can hear you.
- Why aren't you coming now? - I have stuff to do! - I have stuff too.
- Put your mom on the phone.
- No, she's in the kitchen.
There's the BMW.
End the call! Drive past.
Drive around.
Gas it! Fucking hell! - What is it? - He's seen me.
- Are you sure? - He's watching me.
- Where are you? What? This is bad! We're four kilometers away.
If you fucked me over, you're dead.
Do you get it, bitch? Drive! We're screwed.
Drive! We have to get off the road.
- Where? What are you looking for? There.
Are you mad? We'll get stuck.
- Turn left! - I am! What the hell are you doing? Fuck! God damnit! - I've lost him.
- How's that possible? - He drove out on the field.
- What did he do? He drove out on the field.
Do you get it? Follow him! I did! And got stuck.
Fucking hell! - Gas it! - Boss, boss! What're you doing? I can't.
I've been in, so if they take me Let me go! He's getting away! Use your stuff, Remi.
You can do it.
Drive.
Come on! - Right on target! - Yes! I have a boner.
I swear! Take him! Where are you, Remi? Nearby.
I'm approaching you.
- I saw it, you're good.
You carbonara-ed his ass! Right on target! We'll laugh about it later.
We may need you again.
I'm on my way, boss.
Shall we celebrate tonight? You, me and a bottle of wine? Boss, the truck.
It drove into the valley, but never got out.
- What do you mean it didn't get out? - Maybe it's nothing, but Full throttle! What the hell? No! You piece of shit! No! What about he other guy? Should Remi take him? It's not necessary after what he's done.
Someone else will take care of him.
- Dad! - No, it's not daddy.
Put your mom on the phone.
Mom! A man wants to talk to you! - Hi? I'm Dorin's friend.
- Has something happened? - Yes, something happened.
I'm sorry.
Two millions.
Two million euros! The police were after me.
I had no choice.
Shut up.
Keep silent, or I'll cut you.
Shut up! I see you have soap operas here as well.
This was all I could find.
It's a bit skinny, but I'll get into it.
I'm going to make a great tarragon stew.
It's so good, you'll kill your kids.
Are we done with the soap operas and the screaming? Soap operas are a big thing in Spain.
It's a phenomenon.
People do everything to watch them.
What the hell? Adult people are drooling over the table! I'm a pretty smart guy, but I don't understand.
But they're from South America.
There, if you want, you can overthrow the government with the help of soap operas.
That's how popular they are.
And back in the day, when people didn't have TVs They used to play them on the radio.
We also had radio shows.
- What did you say, dickhead? - Nothing, boss.
You're absolutely right.
We had radio shows.
Millions of people, hundreds of millions.
Everyone sat glued in front of the radio and listened to stories.
Can you imagine that? I don't like stories.
This guy ran his ass off today.
But did he run because he wanted to do some exercise? - Or did he run to save us? - Save us for two million euros? I don't give a fuck about the money.
But I really care, and now I'm not joking I care more about it than I do about who shot JR in "Dallas".
I watch the American shows because they're violent, just to be clear.
I want to know how the police knew.
And it's not about the stupid cops.
It's about the smart ones.
The ones that, if you look'em up, They don't exist.
As I see it, I've been preparing this move for several years now.
And I'm doing such a bad job that they're onto us on our first transport.
And also, Toma disappears tracefully.
What the hell? So what do you say - - Relu? That's right.
You must 've done a bad job.
But we didn't do a bad job.
Toma wouldn't have turned on me cause I got his balls in my hand.
And my brother is my brother.
Then there's only one explanation.
Someone told the blue-eyed boys how well I planned this move.
And I'll find out who.
But first, I'll make a stu.
WHORE Boss.
Do I have to explain? Or can you guess? No, I understand.
Incredible! I thought it was a toy.
Sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry about the mess.
I wanted to move, anyways.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Where? - To another place.
How would we find you? If we need to talk? Who are we"? Imagine this is the law.
You are on this page and we're on this one.
"We", "you" Too many words.
People blame the state, communists or the rotten system.
You drive over a man on a cross-walk.
No problem.
You move the cross-walk one meter and the victim becomes the guilty one.
It's typical Romania.
Bullshit.
It's just human nature.
It's the same everywhere.
Everyone wants the same thing.
We only get it in different ways.
For example, I would've loved to have that truck today.
I really wanted it.
Why didn't you say so? I would've stopped.
See what happens if you don't talk? We can become friends on Facebook.
And we'll will keep in touch from now on.
Do you want my coffee? You won't be able to sleep now, anyway.