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- God bless.

- Thanks.

- You're looking great.

- Thanks.

- I'm glad you're out.

- Thanks.

Nice hair style.

You look like a movie star.

Here's a hundred.

Did mom give it to you?

Of course.

- Don't get drunk.

- What's that?

Tomorrow you'll drive the taxi.

I can't,

the cops have my license.

You'll drive with mine.

But just one f*** up and

I'll chop your head off.

- OK?

- OK, fine.

- And now have fun.

- OK.

Cenk, you tiger!

Bobby, you lion!

Hello.

Let's see, carefully thanks.

I won't prick your belly.

Though it would've been worth it.

I wish you both the best.

Children, good health, money

I don't know, the whole thing.

And if you need anything,

just give me a ring, OK?

Of course.

Take care of yourself.

Beautiful couple,

dream couple.

God bless.

- Cenk.

- Costa.

You got married, dude.

You're crazy! I'm sorry.

- You should do it too.

- I have something for you.

Where should I stick it?

A hundred?

Put it there!

That's it. God bless.

- How are you going to make a living?

- I'll drive the taxi again.

- Drive the taxi?

- I'll be driving the taxi.

Taxi driver is not bad,

but wouldn't you prefer to work for me?

Doing what?

I'm starting with the

Albanians next week.

A Serb with Albanians?

That's what's called multicultural.

Multicultural?

I didn't know.

- So, what do you say?

- No

Why not?

Don't want to be involved in

dirty business. That's over for me.

Besides, I promised

my probation officer.

Probation officer!

F*** probation officers, Muruk!

Everything starts anew today.

Really starts.

Listen closely:

I want cool it,

save some cash

and go to Turkey.

Understand?

Sun, beach, the sea, a job

What kind of job?

Don't know yet,

I'll find something.

I can sell trinkets.

We can do it too.

Good idea.

What's your last name?

Lorenz.

Yenilmez & Lorenz.

Sounds good.

- I thought you were a cool guy!

- Like you, right?

What are you laughing at??

Come on, let's dance.

Good idea.

Now I feel guilty.

Never mind, he'll get over it.

I'm going to dance.

Almost like in the old times.

- How about a picture?

- Good idea.

Boys, look this way!

Show her you don't need her.

- But I need her.

- You only talk bullshit.

- I talk bullshit?

- Yes, dude.

- Costa, do I talk bull?

- Bullshit in vinegar.

- It's you who talks bull!

- I just gave him some advice.

I'm scared, dudes.

You'll manage.

Don't even think about hitting her.

You'd f*** it up.

You'd be f***ed up.

I don't want to lose her.

You're not going to lose her.

Best of luck, dude.

I don't know how these

things are done.

What?

Breaking up.

I've never done it.

Don't lie!

You're doing just fine!

I don't want to mess you up,

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