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- And also the prize.

- That's what it is!

And now he's gonna repeat

those names all the time?

I'll tell him the name he missed

and he'll be all right again.

Talnar!

Talnar!

- What if it was not Talnar?

- It was the famous forward, man!

When they played against...

Talnar!

- What do we do?

- There's another popular method.

My grandpa lost his memory

when a horse kicked him.

Grandma Milco reckoned that

if a kick addled his wits

then another kick'd set him right.

Want me to kick him?

Sock him!

Step aside.

Stand back!

Why you hit me? Why, man?

Stop it, Ion! Stop it! It's alright.

It's all right, man, all right...

It's all right, boy.

Nothing, man.

Let's grab some chow.

Bless your heart, God.

- Screw your Talnar, man!

- Dinner's ready! Come!

- Thanks. I already ate.

- I had something in prison.

Let the kids eat.

- Give us something to drink.

- l have my drink here.

- Give me mine.

- There's nothing to drink.

You should quit this drinking!

It makes them all suffer.

- Just put a period to it!

- I know how to put a period.

Like this!

OK, but now we deserve a toast

for the new boy, right?

What are you doing?

The kids are watching.

- How about the reserves?

- Nothing there.

No reserves?

And what's this?

- Let's go to the pub, man.

- Ion, please no. Don't go, Ion.

Ion, stay with us a little.

To your health and happiness.

- Stay with us, Ion, just a little...

- Milco!

- Daddy!

- I'll bring him home in half an hour.

Wait, Ion!

At least promise them

you'll be back in half an hour.

- Pa!

- Father never knocks at the door.

See who's there.

Joker! I'm better than you.

Mrs. Maria is home?

Take these.

- Who is it?

- I think it's for you.

I came to apologize.

| behaved like a pig.

Please let me finish.

Come here for a second!

I don't want to kids to hearthis.

- Allow me to behave decently...

- What do you want?

Understand me, I pay for it,

whatever...

When the kids are asleep...

I have the money ready.

Go to hell, old stud!

Those whores are't enough?

I call the Police!

I'll have you eat those owers!

- Buzz off, old hag!

- Fatso! Old fart!

- Ion isn't back?

- No!

- I'm going after him.

- Go home, you're sick. I'll go.

Who?

Three nines.

Eight tits, four ladies, Ion!

- Ion, come on home!

- Let's play another!

- No. First let me see your money.

- I'll pay when we nish.

Listen to him!

Give us your wife!

You haven't even see your baby!

- Ion, come home!

- Ionica, go home! Mammy's calling.

Let's play another.

You don't believe me? Who was your

foreman in the foundry?

Who taught you tricks?

Who protected you?

Now you ckeckin' on me?

You joined these mobsters

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