Dealer

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To the memory of Dodi

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Inforg Stdi and Filmteam

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A film by Benedek Fliegauf

DEALER:

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Don't you recognize me?

- No.

- We were in the same class

in high school. - No problem.

You got a light?...

Thanks.

You're welcome.

- I didn't recognize you.

- It's okay.

You changed a little.

- Well, it's been a f***in' long time.

- Yeah.

- See ya!

- Yo!

Well, it's not the strict diet,

that's for sure.

Listen, I can't follow him around

all day, every second.

Not with a man like him.

I can't follow him

to the bathroom, you know.

How am I supposed to get him in?

I don't know, but it's a mess.

It's going to be a madhouse in there.

They're going to take

the whole stadium apart.

Four trains came only from Romania.

They have this agreement

with the railway company.

I don't know.

Six-hundred something whatchamacalits

came with this charter plane.

From America, yesterday.

If he doesn't get out there very fast,

I don't know what's going to happen.

I don't know.

I don't know.

But you can't pump that man's stomach

or give him an enema.

I don't know who that doctor thinks he is.

The German doc is having a look at him now.

I don't know. I hope we'll survive this,

get though it somehow,

I don't know, then he'll have

to go into detox again. That's right.

Wait, the guy's here.

Good day!

We spoke on the phone

a half-hour ago.

Tell me how much

and let's hurry up.

- What are you talking about? - What

do you mean what am I talking about?

I'm talking about Father jvri,

you know very well.

- Where is he?

- Inside.

So you'll have to settle it with me.

I only do business personally.

Fine. Come with me.

Just leave it,

you don't have to lock it. Hurry.

Come on, come on!

Let's do it, quickly.

Come on!

Hurry up!

He needs an enema. -That's

impossible. It's out of the question.

Why is it impossible?

It is a simple and safe method.

This man is the leader of

one of the largest religious

communities of the country.

You can't give a man like that

an enema.

We have to keep all sorts of

other aspects in mind.

I'm talking about spiritual aspects.

800 grams of smoked salmon could

not have caused a problem so great.

He could have eaten more,

or something else in addition.

This man is suffering from

pathological constipation.

What we're really talking about here

is an impaction of the bowels,

which is in close connection

with cocaine intake or withdrawal.

His system is seriously poisoned

from the toxins

that have leaked into

his bloodstream from his colon.

His circulation is having

a kind of panic reaction

to the large amount

of consumed food.

This reaction is further increased by

the chronic peristaltic deficiency

of peristalsis stemming

from the withdrawal of drugs.

If you really want to give him cocaine,

he says it will be your responsibility

and he cannot give further assistance.

In addition, he warns you that directly

following the ingestion of the cocaine

the patient will have a dramatic

discharge of excrement,

or rather,

a kind of explosive diarrhea.

So he suggests that if it doesn't go

against spiritual aspects,

the patient should be undressed

and placed on a nylon sheet.

Fine, let's do it.

Do it, do it.

Tell Helmut thank you,

the helicopter is waiting for him outside

and we'll transfer the money.

That's the way is goes. Sh*t!

All because of that one thing.

I couldn't fall asleep 'cause that

stupid b*tch got me worked up.

I can't ever sleep as it is.

Who the f*** can fall asleep?

No one can.

So I took three sleeping pills.

'Cause that's all it takes

when I get worked up.

But it wasn't enough.

I thought I might get

in the sun bed to relax.

They just had one delivered

to our fitness center.

It wasn't programmed yet.

Whatever.

I thought I'd get in it for a while.

Then I fell asleep inside.

It got really hot.

I burned to a crisp, man.

My kidneys stopped working.

So that's it.

And everything

was going so well, too.

A couple of years and

I could've quit working.

I would've hired

some people, and now...

But that's the way it goes.

Whatever.

What do you say to that?

How much you need?

I dunno.

I thought maybe you'd tell me.

How much do you need to...?

To what?

One last time.

No...

And that's it.

I don't want to come back.

It depends when you shot last time.

Nothing for years.

Not even a cigarette.

Then a half gram is enough.

A half?

You sure?

That's doesn't sound like too much.

It'll be enough.

That just goes to show

what a good guy you are.

You know f***in' damn well

what's going on.

I don't have to hear you say

don't give up and sh*t like that.

You know what the doctors say?

That they'll do a skin graft

and everything will be okay.

I asked, what skin?

Pig skin, they say. You get that?

That's just so harsh, man.

They want to sew pig skin on me.

And then everything

will be fine and dandy.

F***in' butchers, man.

My mom's a nut case too.

Well, whatever.

Hit me!

Sorry man.

Here's the stuff you asked for,

but I'm not doing it.

Don't do this to me.

I can't do it myself, goddamnit!

Well then get someone else

to do it for you.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Don't do this to me, don't.

You know I'll pay you.

I got money.

I've got a whole lotta money now.

I don't give a f*** about your money.

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