Tattoo

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June '89.

TATTOO:

F*** it! Get out of the car!

What were we talking about?

The communists.

- What?

- The communists!

Ilko, let me tell you something.

Tell me. They are communists.

I know that! -They won't let

go off power so easily.

If I lose my temper,

who knows what I might do.

I'll take a crane and break

all the cars in the garage!

Drunken fool. A crane

against a whole system?

I don't joke around. I've said it

straight in their face.

They're swindlers, cheats.

Real mafia!

The Godfather is nothing compared to

them! Didn't you hear what I said on TV?

I heard you. -That's the way to

bring the system down.

Bit by bit. -Shut up with

that sh*t!

Easy, Ilko, you are drunk.

You, animal! Eavesdropping, huh?

Have a seat while you are at it.

Listen, you bastard!

Let's go, muchachos! You

just sit and listen!

You don't care where you are

or who you're with.

I wear shabby clothes,

while his lordship is out

every night!

This "lord" is fed up with

this rotten life with you!

Go, then! Who's holding you?

That's exactly what I'll do.

Where, with that drunken

head of yours?

Where will your babbling

mouth take you?

I don't hold my tongue.

I speak my mind.

So I'll tell you something.

I've had enough of you!

To be more precise - I'm fed up!

That's why I am leaving.

You've had it?

You've had it?

This time I am really leaving.

I'll pack my things and I'll go.

What things,

you penniless wreck?

My things...

I've bought those things!

With my salary.

I'll need them. A decent man

might wear them.

A decent man?

What decent man, b*tch?

Whore! A bum is all

you'll ever get.

That's my problem. Your problem?

The suitcase is mine. Mine! -That's all

you've ever brought in this house.

Is there anything wrong?

No, everything is fine.

If everything is fine with you then

everything is fine with me, too.

- Going somewhere?

- Yes.

It doesn't look like it to me.

Frankly, I ran away from my wife.

That's different.

You have a wife? -Yes.

You've got to be joking!

Let's see your identity card.

Sure...

I don't have it.

You don't have an ID?

What's in there?

Nothing. -What do you

mean, nothing? Open it!

It really is empty.

That's suspicious to me.

Why?

An empty suitcase is suspicious.

I told you I ran away

from my wife.

I just picked up some things...

- Stop lying!

- Why should I lie?

- You are coming with us.

- Where?

Do you want the cuffs on?

Where do you think you

are going?

Home.

All dressed up, and your

buddy is in jail.

He's also my son-in-law.

A son-in-law without an ID card.

Here it is. Get him out today.

How about that!

Now you worry about him!

Why did it have to be today?

My schedule is full.

Can you do it or should I look

for another lawyer'?

I'm the best for these matters.

Go home. I'll take care of it.

Is it serious?

Will they keep him?

No. He's lucky to have a great

lawyer for a father-in-law.

- Do you have a cigarette?

- Yes.

I'm hungry as a wolf!

Why did they pick you up?

I don't know.

Because of this suitcase.

They think it's suspicious

that it is empty...

or full, for that matter.

You are such a fool! Nothing in

this country is the way it seems!

Do I know you?

You've seen me on TV.

They arrest me whenever

my show gets too provocative.

Like I don't do drugs

the rest of the time.

Mother-f***ing police state!

You've got grass growing

out of your brains.

They got you for the suitcase,

huh? You are so naive.

It's very suspicious,

this suitcase of yours.

C'mon, Lale, in you go!

The same group again, huh?

You don't like the company?

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