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I need any help I can get.

Okay, I'll ask him.

See you later.

- Zsolti!

- Atti! What's up?

- I want to ask you for something.

- What do you need?

- A loan.

- A-ha!

Just call me Uncle Miki.

Nice photo.

It seems there's about 50,000 missing.

I know. It's all I could get.

Well...

it's not enough to grease the wheels.

To set them in motion.

I thought I could maybe

work off the rest.

Doing what?

Taking out the trash?

Mowing the lawn?

I doubt it.

Please.

I need your help.

I'd do anything to get

this thing moving.

Well...

I'll see what I can do.

Should I call you?

I'd like to look into every home

to see what everyone wishes

for the new year.

Can I wish for anything?

Freedom all over the world.

And peace. The kind of peace

where we can raise our children

to become decent adults.

We interrupt this broadcast

for breaking news.

Nicolae Ceausescu is dead.

Sentenced by a military tribunal,

the ruthless dictator who styled himself

the Genius of the Carpathians

was executed at 2:50 p.m.

Ruling the nation with an iron fist,

he believed his glory would be immortal.

He had the blood of thousands

of innocent people on his hands.

It had to happen like this.

It was the only way it could end.

We drank a toast at work.

- Really?

- Oh, yes.

Now that the final bastion of

Stalinist dictatorship

has fallen in Europe,

I truly believe that

we will have more freedom.

Economically, it will be

dreadfully hard,

but it will be different

to cope with our troubles

knowing we can breathe freely...

UNCLE MIKI:

738-8518

How many times did I tell him?

Did you see?

We'll have 16 fifty-fifty spritzers

in 8 glasses and skip the soda water.

Did you see his face?

Uncle Miki!

I'll catch up in a minute.

Are you following me?

No. I called you,

but I couldn't get through.

So you come to my workplace?

I'm sorry, but I really need

those papers.

- Who the f*** do you think you are?

- No one. But you said you'd help.

I advanced the matter,

I don't know what to say.

- They didn't contact you?

- Who?

Follow me again

and I'll have you deported!

Understood?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I brought you these.

- Thank you.

Come in.

Sorry.

Attila says...

we could go to...

his hometown this summer.

And then drive south...

to the Black Sea.

That's a very long way.

Transylvania is far enough,

but the Black Sea is much farther.

And how do you intend to travel?

Do you have a car, Attila?

No, ma'am.

Not at the moment.

But I'll buy one

when I've saved up enough.

Playing ice hockey?

And your parents?

Are they still over there?

My parents weren't really around.

- How's that?

- Mother!

It's alright.

I barely knew my mother.

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