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Hello, boss.

- Can I buy a bottle of that?

- Hey!

- What's that?

- Nothing! Nothing!

- No! What's in your pocket?

- F*** that!

You! What are you looking at?

- I'll mix you up, man. I'll mix you up, man!

- Stop, my friend. Let's go!

- I'll mix you up, man!

- F*** that!

Go, man!

- Okay?

- Ohh...

I know these boys.

I know these boys since they were born.

Why do they act like this?

Steal from me, break things up...

Trouble every night. Every night!

No one would want to live here.

Food's ready.

That's your food.

Thank you.

- So what is this?

- That's all there is.

It's cold.

It's laziness.

You tell:
"Sergei, I want a roof over my head,

and cocoa, and cupcakes."

But I don't want to work for it.

This is not how we do things.

This is bad performance!

- May have to consult my [...] manager here.

- No, Sergei!

- She tell you the truth.

- You shut up!

This is meeting with me and her:

management and employee.

You are in my office. Door is closed!

You're outside!

It's cold!

You see? That's what we call official warning.

It's fall as verbal one.

Can I help you?

Did you call catering?

A-ha!

Where is mine?

You don't mind, you?

- It's Asian food.

- I'm not in the mood for this Chinky sh*t-goo!

You know what I want, don't you?

No?

Burger with fries.

You don't have anything like that, do you?

How about... you get lunch?

We call it expenses.

That's very generous. Lunch all round!

Now go.

Dad.

Crossed the line when you threatened my family.

I'm so sorry.

(sobbing) I want my Dad.

What I'm gonna say, I presume

you gotta just kill me.

I guess you are more afraid of

my employee than he is of you.

He just wants the disk. And you were right:

I wouldn't have killed your daughter.

I'm so sorry.

- Do you see it?!

- HELP!!

- You were warned!

- HELP!!

Please, help! Please!

Get her in the car!

You shut up!

You won't say anything, will you? No?

Good girl.

BASTARD!!

Yes... yes I am,

And you're a whore.

We all know what whores do.

There's a customer upstairs. [...]

- You hear that?

- What was that?

Where's my dinner?

I'm at the Common Inn, on Great Stand drive.

We need help here.

- Can [...] emergency?

- Look, I need an ambulance, right away.

- Sorry, can you repeat...?

- WAAIT!!

There's an ambulance on the way.

She'll be fine.

But I can't be here. I can not be here

when the police come.

- Then go!

- Go where?!

Look, you will not help me before.

Please.

Looks like somebody was mad about the service.

- How many dead?

- Eight tough.

Clean upstairs.

Sshhit!

It gets worse.

Whoever did this, [...] didn't at all like him.

Well, not that I did myself.

Still, what goes around, comes around.

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