Snack Bar Budapest

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HOSPITAL:

AT THE SEA:

How are you?

Nauseous.

Nauseous?

I'm nauseous and I don't feel like talking.

Nurse!

Termination of pregnancy

- Is this you?

- Yes.

This way.

We'll fall asleep and we won't feel a thing.

Like a breeze blowing away the badness.

Fill this form in, gorgeous.

Are you the husband?

Boyfriend?

No specific role.

- Just the friend who brought her.

- You can come for her tomorrow.

- Can I visit this afternoon?

- I said tomorrow.

Didn't you hear?

Bye, then.

Just go.

Will you bring me a nightdress?

My sister will give you one.

She's called Carla, 38 Via delle Sirene.

Near the sea front.

Good luck.

Try your luck.

I need a room for one night.

They're all available, payment up front.

That's 15,000.

A phone token.

Try your luck.

Hello?

Put the Commander on.

- Did you sort out Milena?

- I can pick her up tomorrow.

- Don't worry, it'll be fine.

- l'm not worried.

Might as well do a job since you're there.

I didn't get that, it's too noisy.

What the hell do I pay you for?

Shut up you lot, this is business!

Right, listen carefully...

Another token...

I was wasting the Commander's time,

guaranteed to rile him.

You're a complete tosser!

Listen, there's some cash to pick up.

A regular monthly payment: ten grand.

Shut it will you!

Go to Video Space, near the new

housing developmen.

Ask for Molecola... ten grand.

- No back-up?

- You'll be fine on your own.

That's my mother.

It's the nicest room,

you can see the sea.

Splendid!

My head was full of Milena.

Maybe they'd already got rid of it.

lt was the thing that annoyed her most.

But this time I'd have kept it.

Even if that thing in Milena's belly

wasn't even mine.

Kiss me then, go on...

Kiss me.

Your sister sent me.

One in a long line of blokes then.

I'm here for a particular reason.

As long as you pay you can do it with me.

What a He-Man!

I think blue.

A nice blue prick.

Like a Martian.

What did you want my sister for?

I taught her everything she knows.

I made her watch through a hole

in the wardrobe...

Ever since she was little.

I felt the blue tube fill up...

and my body empty itself.

A bit soon.

Milena often says so.

Maybe that's why she still does it with Sapo.

Don't nod off, I've got people to see.

That's 30,000 - basic service.

Bye, sweetie.

Do you know Faffo?

Of course, everyone knows him.

He won the Portuguese marathon yesterday.

Even beat the blacks.

Legs like pistons.

A real talent.

He's back tonight.

There's a massive party planned for him.

Next!

Next time we out off your balls.

That'll teach you to kick our machines.

Ugly f*ggot.

You a fag?

Tell your boss I need to see him.

How thick is a sheet of paper?

A millimeter? Less?

If it's loo paper I've no idea.

But paper money is ten grand thick.

Let's say half a millimeter.

Now just imagine a big sheet,

not just big, but really really big.

- You fold it 64 times, are you following?

- More or less.

So how thick will it end up?

Is this one of those puzzles that

make you look like a moron?

Just have a guess, whatever.

I don't know... maybe it would end up

80 cm thick, or a meter?

Twice the distance to the moon and back.

I could show you...

No, I trust you.

What about you?

Can you be trusted?

You know those films where

you have a "voice off"?

I've got one.

It was telling me...

I'm not really someone

you can trust that much.

But then I don't have to come up

with the cash.

Strange!

You can't have your own "voice off",

only the main characters get those.

There's your ten.

- Trust me, Mr Lawyer.

- Ex-lawyer.

I know.

Once a lawyer always a lawyer,

don't you think?

Like defrocked priests or retired generals.

Like thieves or sons of whores.

Shut up, crow.

- It's an Indian blackbird.

- Shut it up anyway.

I don't know how, and it cost me

two parrots and a peacock.

Join us.

I like you, I mean it.

You've got style, you can tell

you're well-educated.

The world needs people like you.

Positive men, who know how to impress

with words.

Like you and Sapo.

What?

That "voice off" again?

You can always tell me what you're thinking.

Do you like this country?

Not particularly, too many people

in summer...

.and too windy in winter.

But wind clears away the rubbish.

And it carries off the old people.

I know what we need here because

I know what I need.

I've got plans.

I'm hungry.

It's lunchtime, let me invite you to eat

in my restaurant.

Fine, it's lunchtime.

A great moment:
20 July 1969.

- The day I was born.

- I wasn't around then.

Out of circulation: personal reasons.

In prison, after a bungled attempt at fraud...

"Signe hunch diem albo lapillo"

Come, Mr Lawyer.

Nearly there.

Fish risotto, sea bream, chips,

coffee and liqueurs...

They work for me.

- Greetings!

- Let me introduce Mr Lawyer.

I'm Curvy.

Dollar.

How are you?

Postcard.

Carla, we've already met.

- Mr He-Man, if I remember correctly

- All your doing.

Really? Next time it's my turn then.

He pays nothing from now on.

Sister...

The Dream.

Lots of Champagne...

lawyer this, lawyer that,

but nothing really grabbed me...

Let's go to the beach.

Show the lawyer your hands.

Amazing isn't it!

Apparently Buddha had hands like that.

To the beach!

It's stirred.

Do you know who he is?

- Who?

- The waiter.

Your father.

Wow, you're something else.

You have to shell out if you want to reap

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