Yuma Page #3

- Yes, I know, capital of Poland.

No!

So, what does it make you think of?

What do you think of

when you hear "Warszawa?"

What am I f***ing supposed to think?

Well?

Warszawa... I don't know.

About war, uprising...

F***, no! W-arsch-awa...

Arsch.

Ah, arsch... ass. Ass, right?

Yes. Good.

Good, Helmut.

Cheers.

Chill out, there are no thieves here.

- Come on, it's Zyga.

- So what?

Papers.

Leave me alone, Rysiu.

I'm not in the mood for jokes.

- You outta your mind, Rysio?

- I'm not joking.

Please step out of the vehicle.

- Want me to stake him out?

- Go for it before he gets Zyga.

Have you been drinking?

F*** off, Rysiu.

Get back inside the vehicle.

Which hand should I whack you with?

- Where are the keys?

- What keys?

- The keys to the car.

- Must have dropped them somewhere...

F***!

I hear you dressed up half the town

already. What are you, Robin Hood?

Yes, Robin Hood.

Take whatever you want.

What do you want from him?

The boy's got a knack for business.

What's wrong with helping your family?

Don't you know that nobody makes

monkey business without me here?

That includes you.

They want you to come down

to the police station.

Come see me.

Auntie will take care of it.

Give me that.

The summons.

Done.

I hear you've been going to the Reich?

Yeah, for yard sales.

Get me a television set.

A big one.

As long as it's not German.

Germans are only good for cars.

Halina!

I don't want that language here!

Didn't I make myself clear?

Do you know how much

they stole from us?

They owe us for wartime reparations.

Yes.

And who pulled out

grandpa's gold teeth in Auschwitz?

Where do think the gold is at now?

Don't worry about the summons.

We're like family here.

And family comes first.

Right, Halinka?

Are you really buying from a German?

Load this up, will you?

Anybody need a fridge?

For my mom!

This is major sh*t.

Come on, open up.

Open up.

So what am I supposed to do with all this?

Out of the car, gentlemen.

We could use some help here.

Is that it?

Everybody's stealing along the border.

I need to send the goods inland.

That costs money.

A sun bed isn't a tracksuit.

You get whatever you ask for.

And our cut is getting smaller.

Aren't you the businessman.

What the hell...

We're family.

Listen, some people in Zielona

want mountain bikes.

- Mountain bikes?

- Guess they're trendy now.

Can you get some?

Yuma can get you anything.

F*** this sh*t!

All I do is haul stuff around.

Zyga, what am I? The post office?

No song, no supper.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's an old Polish saying.

Things have changed here.

It's colourful.

Pretty girls.

Just like home. A Volkswagen.

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