Closer to the Moon Page #4

Life moves on with the onward

march of communism, hmm?

So why don't

you two make up and give me

a couple of kids?

'Cause you know what?

I think I could make

a perfect uncle.

Ilya, she's unbearable.

Well, as if I didn't know that.

Yes, she's difficult.

Yes, she's impulsive, yes.

Well, she's my sister, dammit!

But she loves you,

I know she does.

Look, Max, I'm not saying this

as Minister of the Interior

or even as

your brother-in-law...

Can I just say...

Forget about

this divorce business.

So, please. Yeah, I beg you.

I'd even get down on my knees

but that might be

taken the wrong way.

Go to her, ask her to dance.

- Make peace, will you?

- Listen, believe me...

Table. Sonia. Dance. Please.

Let's dance.

- Minister's orders?

- Don't start, Sonia, please.

Let's be friends.

You're such a spineless

weakling. What did he say?

He said, "Long live peace

between nations."

Oh, yeah! He nailed you

with two words, didn't he?

And I bet I know

which ones. Job security.

I thought we declared

a ceasefire.

Why did you come here?

I want to party.

I want to have fun

with my husband.

- Well..

- Max Radoiu, formerly Rosenthal.

Amateur cop,

professional Jew-boy.

Tell me, Rosenthal,

how many Jew-boys

do you think

I've had in my life?

Oh, I have no idea.

But I could tell you a thing

or two about Christian girls.

Oh, yeah?

Want to turn the other cheek?

Hmm?

Happy New Year.

I'll be right back.

- Pascu? Costin?

- Yes, sir!

Take this person to

the nearest police station.

Tell the duty officer I order

him to place her under arrest.

Tell him to put in his report she

attacked a uniformed police officer.

Go now, go.

Oh, oh, alright. Easy, boys.

What are you trying to prove?

One phone call from me, she'll

be out of there in no time.

I know.

But you'll have

to make that call.

Happy New Year, comrade colonel!

Dumi! Your turn.

Really?

Oh, I don't know. They... they

invented a cure for cancer?

I've got a better one.

They start World War III.

- Wishful thinking.

- Oh, no! We don't want war.

We're fighting for peace!

Well, that'll be a long fight.

What about you, my little dove?

What do you think is gonna

change the world in 1959?

Nylon tights come to Romania?

Here's one. The Americans

withdraw from Europe.

West Germany is annexed

by East Germany.

Or vice versa?

- Dream on.

- Marilyn Monroe gets divorced.

She divorces more often

than she marries. No.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid your thinking

is a little too earthbound.

How about 1959,

the first man in space?

Good, good, good.

Max, my friend, that's

very sweet of you.

But I'm afraid it's gonna be

another 10 years at least

before there's

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