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And your father?

I was at my relatives' place.

But it got late.

And I didn't want to go home,

because of the curfew,

and because it was dark.

But the curfew was lifted quite a while ago.

Yeah?

I didn't know.

Your dad came to see me.

He wanted my husband's address in Germany.

If I'd had the money,

I would've gone with him.

You don't have to fold them.

What happened to your back?

- Nothing.

Let's take that off.

Wait...

We can both leave.

I've got money.

Where did you get it?

I know where to get on the bus too.

You have to return it.

We just have to get on the bus.

Have a wash first.

We just have to get on the bus...

Valentina?

Valentina?

Come on!

Hurry up!

Move along, move along...

Slowly, slowly...

Get out! Out!

Scram! Get outta here!

Is this Germany?

- What?

Does this look like Germany to you?

It's Montenegro.

Give me the money!

Give me the money!

They'd have taken it off you anyway.

Give me the money!

I spent it.

- You're lying!

Wait, it's in my bag.

Give me the money!

My husband's waiting for me

in Germany.

Here...

I spent the rest.

You won't make it on your own.

You again?

Are you going to Germany?

Can I come with you?

You'd better go home.

I'm coming with you.

- Are you crazy?

I have money.

How much?

Enough.

How much?

I don't have it here.

Only to Germany.

My father's waiting for me there.

I'm not going to Germany,

I'm going to Switzerland.

We can share the money.

Move along, young lady, slowly...

Women and children in the middle, please.

Give me your hand. You're as strong as a man.

What's your name?

Are you shy?

- Only with strangers.

At home, he's a devil.

Not him. You can sit next to me.

Come on, lady!

Come on!

You're in Italian waters! Stay on board!

Stop the engine!

Get down! Get down!

Come on!

Come on! Go!

Come on.

- I want my child.

I'll help you get out.

- I want my child.

You'll find your son here.

I want my child.

- You'll find him here. Come on.

I want my child!

No! No!

No! I want my child!

I want him!

Budge up. My leg's gone dead.

Get in!

Wait.

- What?

Who's that?

He's coming with us.

What? Scram! Clear off!

Come on, get in the car!

Are you coming or what?

- He's coming too, Bedri.

I'm not a Samaritan, for f***'s sake!

But you don't get it, do you?

Do you know

what having a child in the car means?

Huh?

Of course you don't.

They'll accuse us of human trafficking.

Do you know what that means?

They'll f*** us over.

- You still smoke?

No.

Hardly ever.

Give me one.

In the glove compartment.

Want one too?

He's Gezim's son.

- Not that moron's kid!

He sells cigarettes in front of our building.

- Yeah, that's who I mean.

His wife left him.

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