The Last Bullet Page #3

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Look...

And?

-Here!

-What's this?

Just a little gift, so you'll help me

No, take it.

From where I take it,

nobody can tell...

To Fane, when he was in prison,

I would bring from the same place.

Fane, my brother, who had the honor

of doing time with you.

He was known as Oarca,

may God rest his soul!

-He stole because he was poor.

-Oarca?

Why didn't you say so?

I kept trying to tell you,

but you move so fast.

Now here, tomorrow there.

I heard they made you a minister.

A smaller minister.

You have any problems?

-He beats me.

-Who?

The master.

He beats me senseless, Mr. Roman,

ever since he found out I joined

the Communist Party.

Why beat me?

God damn him!

Why would he do that?

I'm only human!

How can I sleep at night, with my

wife, if he beats me all day long?

I'm so upset and shamed that

I don't feel like doing anything.

-Listen...

-My name is llie.

OK, llie...

And what do you want?

I came here to ask you...

If I kill him... 'Cause I can't stand

it anymore and I will kill him.

I'll be punished

if I'm a Party member?

-You will be punished...

-But him?

He has so many guns,

you could arm an regiment,

he will be punished?

This is something else... Come,

let's go, you'll make a statement.

-I'm done, Mr. Roman.

-Read it!

Statement.

Me, the underlined llie Oarca...

-Undersigned!

-I knew it was something wrong.

Working at the farm of Mr. Semaca...

-Semaca, did you say?

-Yes.

I'm working at Semaca's farm,

in Craciunesti.

He has arms on his domain?

That's what I've been trying

to tell you!

Lonescu, get me a search warrant.

You three go with me.

The others are free!

Hello! Please, give me

the prosecutor's office.

-What do you want?

-Good evening.

-We're looking for Mr. Semaca.

-I am he.

Yes, inspector.

I am Jean Semaca.

You know my brother very well.

You saved his life.

What can I do for you?

This is the search warrant

from the prosecutor.

We have information you have

an arms depot here, on the premises.

What arms are you talking about,

inspector?

You're talking about hunting guns,

maybe.

That's right, I have a Peardey

and a Holland-Holland.

You'll be surprised, but I have

a guns permit. Where is it?

It's no need, I trust you.

Who said that to you?

This moron?

Mr. Semaca, if you don't mind,

I'd like you to come with me outside,

for five minutes. You alone.

This way.

-In the Christmas Eve...

-What is it?

I have no idea. But Jean will manage,

it's nothing serious.

This way, Mr. Roman.

Stay there!

He's vicious, he kicks you.

Moron, you said?

What's this?

Weird hunting guns...

Mihai, where were you?

We're waiting here for four hours.

I want to confession,

I have every right, don't I?

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