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and then placed in a home.

Then you can apply for him to stay with you.

That's ridiculous!

Didn't you register with the police?

- Yes, because they caught me.

The boy has to register

with the police first.

Then you can apply for him

to come live with you.

By then, they'll have deported me.

F*** you! F*** all of you!

Come on.

We'll get our money back from Bedri.

To send to Uncle Adem?

No. We'll go go to another country.

Holland maybe.

Why do you want to go to another country?

I won't get asylum here.

Like an idiot,

I told them I came via Hungary.

But you're here now.

- But I'm not allowed to stay.

Says who?

- Who? The government, the police...

So why did you come here?

- Because I felt like it.

I knew Bedri and I had his address.

Just because you had an address?

But why?

So I could send for you, stupid.

Sure.

That's why.

Yes...

That's why.

Can I get you anything else?

No.

Dad! Dad!

Climb through!

If anyone asks,

you're just here for the night.

Come on.

Put this on. We're going to bed.

What's the matter?

Go to sleep.

POLICE:

Bedri?

Yes?

It's me, Gezim.

Yes?

It's Gezim here.

I need to talk to you.

Can we come up for a minute?

Sure.

Come on.

Wait, I'll come down.

Hi, Gezim.

- Bedri...

How's it going?

How are you?

- Fine, fine.

And Nori, how's he?

- He's fine, too.

Does he like it in Germany?

- Yeah, sure.

Any news from home?

I haven't spoken to them.

They don't have a phone.

Us yokels are still a bit backward.

You'll get one soon.

I'm sure they're fine.

Me, too.

So, how are you?

- Fine.

How's work?

- Good.

And Valentina, how's she?

- She's doing fine.

Does she like it here?

- She loves it.

Good.

Bedri, I wanted...

Shall we talk here?

- Sure. Why not?

Come on.

Come on, Nori.

Bedri, I'd like my money.

What money?

The money Valentina came here with.

- What?

She came here with Nori's money.

With your son's money?

Money from what? Selling cigarettes?

Never mind that now.

She got him here too.

You should be grateful.

She took his money.

I brought your son here in my car.

And look.

I gave him this sweater. See?

Unbelievable!

- Let's ask Valentina.

Instead of being grateful,

you accuse my wife.

I need the money.

- Hands off!

I need the money.

- Hands off!

I need the money.

- What money?

I would've given you some...

- It's my money... - Hands off!

What money?

- My money! - Hands off!

Hands off!

- Then give me some of it!

What money, you a**hole?

What money?

Don't ever come here again! Understood?

F*** off!

A**hole!

Come on, Dad.

Shall we get you a hat?

Let's buy you a hat.

Come on.

F***ing a**holes!

Come on!

Push your head through!

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