Yuma

" JUMA "

A term used in the border regions of Poland

Which meant committing a crime

of stealing goods

From western stores,mostly Germany,

especially West-Berlin.

It also meant a slavic and just

redistribution of goods. ( Wikipedia)

Look boys, how the devil fucks!

POLISH - EAST GERMAN BORDER 1987

Bajadera...

Zyga! Get down from there.

If they catch him, they'll hand him

over to the Germans, and he'll get shot.

Zyga, you'll get shot too

if they catch you.

Would a German save your ass?

- We'll take him to your place.

- Are you nuts? How about your place?

- No way. You know my old man...

- I pay you.

Majka!

We have an East German runaway.

Can you put him up for the night?

What?

He crossed the river. He needs to get

to the West German embassy tomorrow.

What's she got to do with this?

That's our German.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm not throwing a party here.

I'll pick him up in the morning.

Hi, I'm Rysio. Get under the blanket.

Zyga...

Forget about it.

Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.

Beer maybe...

- In better days.

- He's coming...

Run for it, Zyga.

Go, go, go!

Now!

What pretty boys.

- Anybody need a blowj*b?

- Sorry.

- Come on, man.

- Are you good for it?

Got change?

Run for it, Zyga. Go!

She didn't have change.

What are you doing? Drive!

- Give her the money back!

- Drive!

Why you don't show respect

for a working girl?

FEW YEARS LATER:

...today's generation of christians

The collapse of ideology

in the countries of central and

eastern Europe has left many of your

peers with feelings of profound emptiness,

What's up, Cochise?

How come you're squatting like a p*ssy?

...the sense that

they've been cheated,

as well as dejection and apprehension.

Sorry, auntie.

No harm done...

Get this out of here.

Zygmunt is learning a trade,

- he doesn't have to hustle.

- Baking doughnuts, a man's trade?

Get real, sister in law.

The winds of change are blowing,

and you want him locked up at home?

You need to take life

into your own hands, right, Ziggy?

Stop being so clever, Halina!

There's no way I'm letting him go.

You should have had a kid of your own...

Knock it off, both of you.

Always the same bullshit.

Yeah? Who with?

You see any real men around here?

Stop gawking. That tart's

all plastic, trust your Auntie.

Enough of this TV.

Sh*t. F*** you all!

The winds of change are blowing here,

but only from the craphouse.

Majka!

She's a whore. Definitely.

How would you know?

So how come she looks like that?

Where does she get those clothes from?

Damn, it's starting to piss me off.

They had communism there too and now...

So? Uncle Helmut exchanged

East Marks for West Marks

and now they're living in Eldorado.

How do you know?

I make it my business to know.

F***ing sh*t!

Goddamn Sofix shoes!

You won't get far in those fakes.

Happy now?

Wow! Are those real Adidas?

Yes.

How much for the Adis?

How much for the Adis?

You couldn't afford them

even if you sold your mother.

Shall I whack him?

- How much for those shoes?

- So I can get beer.

This was the last picture show

in our theatre.

Oh well, everything changes.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Is this supposed to be a life, mom?

Look around. Is this the life I get?

Christ, what's that on your feet?

Take them off immediately.

Cardboard coffin shoes,

for the dead...

They're all I got.

Ziggy!

Catch!

Zyga, got a smoke?

F*** you.

Barry! Take it. F***...

Fetch!

F***... Move!

A little too much there,

not enough here.

And me, I bring it all together...

Satisfying demand...

And this is where it all evens out.

But I'm keeping the best

hidden away for later, Ziggy.

Does your mother know

you're here?

Never mind.

Come on!

You hide the boxes on the train

just like I showed you.

The Polish border guys are on the take.

The Germans won't check you.

There's a news-stand at the station.

There you drop off the goods

and take the money.

And then?

You get your cut and you visit Frankfurt.

May I?

Sure. Try them on.

How much?

200. 200 marks.

All I have is 60.

Give me your 60 and they're yours.

Will you be long?

Gimme a break, mom.

You'd rather I looked like a loser?

- What's up?

- Hey.

- Let me help you with that.

- No, thanks. I'll manage.

- No, seriously. Let me help.

- No thanks.

So long now!

This time...

I'm totally in love with you, Bajadera.

And I'm in love with you.

Presents.

- Go on, take it.

- Lord Almighty.

Holy f***. Adis. Brand new...

What about me?

And for you...

Zyga... from where comes this richness?

Doris, Daisy, take care of the boys.

They can't be working on an empty stomach.

They have hard work to do.

Come and chill out

when you get back.

Now that's what I call hospitality.

Yeah... it's cool here!

And your auntie's not so bad herself.

But uh...

just a little past her shelf-life.

Hammer, man...

You sure have a way with words...

What the hell is this English for?

Isn't that too much for one run?

You're the one who said to take

matters into your own hands.

As long as nothing

slips through your fingers.

Nothing's gonna slip.

But if something does slip,

you just pick it up.

Hello, Mister mayor.

Make yourself at home.

Ziggy?

Headed for the Reich?

Does your mother know you're here?

Sure. Well, happy shopping.

Get me something while you're at it.

And what do you need?

All...

...the best.

All the best to you!

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