The White Lace Dress (1989) - full transcript

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THE WHITE LACE DRESS

- Do you want to search for a clover?
- Yes.

- A four-leaf clover?
- Yes.

The one who finds it
will receive a beautiful

fairy like you,
with a crown on her head! OK?

And your brother will receive a drum. He
will use it for singing. How will he sing?

La La La La...
[Humming Radetzky March]

- Yes? Do you agree?
- Yes!

- And what more should we have?
- Little cars!



- Little cars... - Come on!
Let's find little some snails too!

- Little snails?
- Yes!

Come on! Come on!
Stand still now!

What kind of snails?
Little ones... like these?

- Yes!
- Yes?! What is it?

- Look! Look, mum!
- There you are! It's OK now?

Come on! Let's eat a peach! What do
you say about it? That's it! Make it clean!

- I don't want any peach. Maybe later!
- OK, shorty!

- If you don't shut up, I'll shoot you!
- Shoot me!

Bang! Bang!

What have you done to him?
Let's see how he is feeling!

Let's dance! We must
feel the rhythm! OK?

- Let's take some photos! OK?
- OK!

Well then...
There you are!



Let's dance! OK?

Hey! Can you please
take a photo for us?

You must be careful! OK? You must
come over here and look like this! OK?

- Let's try it one more time! OK?
- OK!

There you are!

Is it better this way?

I want to be in front too!
Me too!

And now... stay like this!

- The sunset is so beautiful!
- Yes. It seems that the light tears apart!

- Red, yellow, green...
- The colors of the rainbow.

Mitic? has told it to me.
Blue, violet, orange...

- That violet sunset...
- Shut up!

It's amazing. I didn't know that when the
sun sets you could see all kind of colors.

- What kind of shades do you see?
- The shades made by the light!

Oh!

It's like a broken rainbow!
Isn't it, ma'am?

- Yes, of course!
- See? I've told you!

- What is there to see?
- Why don't you fall?

I've already been killed once today.
How many times does this snotty

- want me to die?
- Since she shoots, why not?

- Come on! You can shoot at me!
- Bang! You are not dead!

I'm not dead! Now, shoot her!
In the heart!

You can kill me now!

- Bang! You're not dead!
- There you are!

- Take it easy, my dear! You'll get hurt.
- Don't call me "dear"!

- But you could hurt yourself.
- Yes, indeed. You are very thoughtful!

It was just a game.
Can't you see that it was just a joke?

But that thing... with the light...
how can I put it to you...

The rainbow is broken. Because
during daytime the sun is hot and it joins

- all those shades in a single light.
- Seven colors and a single light!

- That's what Mitic? has told us!
- Yes! Yes!

All right. All right. I will find
out the truth. But who is this... Mitic??

- Our father!
- Your father?

- And... where is he?
- He is training now!

- He plays football!
- Do you remember, milady...

- Oh, my God!
- That violet sunset...

Keep still, Paula! Two more pins
and you'll be ready!

- I am tickling!
- You are tickling...

Oh... it hurts so much!

Yes... you're right!

She is happy. She has everything
she has ever wanted

She has a home, a car,
kids and a boyfriend.

What else could she want?

- You are a model for me, madame.
- Who? Me?

Yes. You're a great woman!
You haven't been goofy

about a man.
Whomever would he be!

That's not something to brag about.
We are not made to stay

- in front of men like the pieces of stone.
- Are you a member of the roving commision,

- by any chance?
- Yes. It's an exchange of experience!

- I would go in your place too!
- I wouldn't want that for you!

- I am kind of silly, ain't I?
- No. You're younger!

- Here is your result, Doina!
- Yes, thank you!

- How do I look?
- You're marvellous!

That's what I thought too! I look at
myself in the mirror, I study myself.

And I want to know who I am. I want to
be there... at my wedding... as they say!

- Isn't it?
- At your funeral?

- One more pin and you'll be ready!
- I wouldn't like to be present

- at my funeral!
- Are you crazy? What happened to you?

I don't even want
to think about that!

- Such suffering!
- Come here! Look!

The music teacher from
the technical school is dead!

And the girls sing for her
what she taught them to sing!

I can't see anything!

Why do you laugh?
Have you seen something?

Such suffering!
Come here! You must see it too!

It's something great!
I promise you.

- Yes. I am waiting.
- My God! All those plans will be useless!

Good bye!

She's a fidget! She had been admitted
to the The College of Textile Industry.

And, in the second year, just
like that, she gave it up!

Since she had an affair with Mitic?...
And she didn't even become his wife!

But why should they marry? Mitic?
has a boy with her. Isn't that enough?

What about the girl?
Isn't she his child too?

Who knows?

Some people deny it. The say that he
is not the father for any of them!

Then, their father is
the Holy Spirit, isn't it?

What are you doing here?
When did you come?

A few moments ago!
Don't do that!

Why? They know that you are my
wife, Mrs. Filimon!

- We are preparing for the show!
- Good afternoon!

Maybe we win the cup and
we won't have any orchestra!

An orchestra is all you need more!
Can you bring in the kids?

Do I have a choice? I bring in the kids
and take care of the flask,

- I clean carpets. Since it's an order...
- It's not an order, it is a request!

Go on! Take a shower!
I'll wait for you!

I went to see a doctor.
I was examined in the testing room.

- What kind of tests did you have?
- Just some tests!

Just some tests?! And why did
you hide it from me?

So, finally we will be married?
I've waited it for such a long time!

- Doina!
- I had great hopes...

Wait a minute. What do you mean?
Why haven't you told me anything?

- Mitic?!
- Come on! Say it!

Do you want to know what's all about?
I don't love you anymore!

Cut the crap!
I've asked you something else!

Come! Come! I'll wait for you
and we go home. OK?

- No!
- Doina!

I will leave myself, by bus!
It will be just like a trip...

- In the mountains... at the seaside...
- Doina, what are you talking about?

- Do you want to run away?
- That's right!

And you don't even want
to see the children!

Doina, wait! Tell me something!
Don't you care about the kids anymore?

- Answer me!
- So, you are talking about the kids?!

- Yes, I am. Do you want to fight here?
- No. I want to leave!

Listen to me, girl! So, you were
examined in the testing room.

And what's the meaning of all this?
Maybe the results are unreal, fake.

Just look at yourself! You're the
most beautiful girl in the world!

- You don't look like a sick woman!
- Be careful. It might be contagious!

And since it's contagious, you don't even
want to say "good bye" to our kids!

Mitic?, please, try to understand!
At least, for a while...

Hm!

- I want to see the results!
- Cut it out! I said it very clear!

- I want to see them!
- When I didn't feel good,

I had gone home even on New Year's Eve!
And I've told it to you, even then,

- that we wouldn't be together all the time!
- Wait! Wait! Doina! That night,

you were dizzy. At that time you've told
me that if you'd live with somebody else,

I shouldn't interfere because
it was your right to do it.

I haven't said anything then.
You were dizzy. What about now?

Do you want to leave by bus and
disappear, just like that?

As if nothing would have happened?
Without anyone knowing about it?

And what about the children?
What should I tell them?

- That I am visiting my grandparents!
- What grandparents?

- Your grandparents!
- My grandparents are dead.

The children are too little.
They won't realize it!

That's what you think.
Are you sure that you can trick them?

You won't leave all by yourself.
I'll come with you too.

- No!
- I will not let you go there alone!

- I'll come with you.
- No. I'll will search for you later.

- I will write you from that place!
- Doina, what's the matter with you?

I will disappear for a few days.
Don't bring the children to that place.

You don't want them
to see you that way, isn't it?

Mm-hm. I don't want them
to see me that way.

- Doina, are you doing the right thing?
- Mm-hm.

- You have such a gift for it.
- What are you talking about, dear?

- You have such a special gift.
- I have the gift to make a woman happy,

As a bride, for the rest of her life,
with a lovely lace gown.

Yes, you are close to it,
but it isn't that.

You are very gifted.
Please, believe me, Doina!

You know how to be happy
and make the others feel happy too.

- Me?
- Yes. Every little thing, every day,

means a new happiness for you.
And not only for you.

Am I gifted with the power of
finding happiness?! It would be swell.

Comrade Mastacan, I've learned
something amazing, on the radio.

- What's that, Mia?
- I've heard that God was dead!

- I was there too!
- He is dead and he is gone!

What about our conscience?
The head of quality control? Where is she?

- What's the matter with you? Watch it!
- It was just a thought...

Forget about God. Honesty is dead...
and love is dead too...

Since she went at the seaside with...
and she left him here... at the foot of...

- Excuse me!
- At the foot of the mountain!

That's that! Honesty and love are dead.
They are gone forever.

They're sick on account
of people's behaviour.

Can you beat that,
comrade Mastacan?

- Leaving with a nobody, just like that?
- To be...

If you are faithful,
you must obey no matter what.

How can I remain silent when
she cheats on him?

Comrade Mastacan, have you ever heard
about auto-ignition, referring to cars?

You've heard that
on the radio too, isn't it, babe?

No, my dear. I've found out about it in
my life. But why are you so mad about it?

Since Doinica has left, something
else will happen, comrade Mastacan.

We are witnessing the phenomenon...
no... that's not the right word.

- We will be able to see the agony of love.
- Do you mean Mitic?'s love?

The agony of love, with capital letters.
Auto-ignition and self-destruction

are the phenomenons
to be observed!

If I was dropped out by a man who...
assuming that I would have a boyfriend...

Don't I have that right?

- What would you do? Speak!
- I would search for him at the seaside

- And I would throw vitriol in his eyes.
- Oh, you're "great"! What can I say?

That's bullshit! I wouldn't go up the
river for a guy like him!

- I agree with you.
- It is one thing to be dropped out

by a man, and it is something different
to be dropped out by a woman, isn't it?

My dear, it's better that
you drop out on them first.

You're quite right.
Step aside. I want to see how do I look!

I don't like it!

God damn it!
I am sick and tired of white!

- Why shouldn't we choose black?
- Black? Have you ever seen a bride

dressed in black?!

What's the matter with you?
What are you doing here?

The girl is frightened.
She always asks for matches.

- Matches?
- Yes. She has a candle under the pillow.

A candle? Doesn't she want to die
without a lighted candle?

- Yes. She lights it and damp it.
- I see. If the light provided by the wax

is still good, I bet that the light of reason
is burned down for her. She's just a jay!

- Poor devil! How can we help her?
- I can't do anything for her.

I can kick her butt twice
and move her into another ward.

No. I can't sleep all by myself.

I want to see
the sea... the sun... the grass.

- Did you come here to confess?
- No. I can't stay here anymore.

I want to run! I want to dance!
I want to have children!

- But you have children!
- Yes, I do. But I'm scared!

My body is weak! I have a
persistent idea that I'm healthy.

Yes, you're healthy!
Let's go to the little match girl!

Do you want to set this place on fire?
Do you want to set the hospital on fire?

- No!
- What happened?

It's just like you'd have sprained your
ankle. Nothing bad could happen to you.

Even if you jump out the window
after the operation.

Do you want to try it? Then,
go for a walk in the greenwood,

where no one's ever lost!
Come on! Hurry!

- But it hurts!
- So what? You're not going to a prom!

How many match boxes do you
have under your mattress?

- Six!
- Here! Take another one!

You have seven match boxes now.
But when you go home,

you must return all of them. If you
don't proceed with it, I will cut your hair.

- You? Would you do such a thing?
- Yes. Yes.

During the military service, I was
the barber for the whole regiment.

- Do you want to meet Figaro?
- No. No. No.

No. No. No. All women
say such a thing, in the beginning.

- No. No. No.
- And afterwards they accept the haircut.

- Don't you live in the countryside?
- Yes, I do.

And don't you know that those
who are playing with fire and matches

are liable to piss in bed
during the night?

If so, you will clean all the sheets
from this place. Come on! Both of you!

Take a walk in the greenwood,
where no one can get lost. Do it now!

- Don't you miss the children?
- Yes, I do, Marta. I miss them very much.

I can't wait to leave
this place and see them again.

I want to help Andrei
with his homework and

I would like to teach
Iuliana a few poems.

- Do you have a boyfriend?
- Yes, Fane. You met him in Paraul Rece.

It's the guy who repairs
the machines used by the doctor.

- Yes, I know him. What work does he do?
- He is an electrician.

He was my colleague in high school, but
he doesn't allow me to work as an assayer.

- Why not?
- He says that the smell of chemicals

- would be all over me.
- I see. But this isn't really a problem.

You can wash, you can use
a perfume or a cream...

Yes, but I don't want to be too
coquette because he is kind of jealous.

He usually makes reproaches to me and tells
me often that I must not eat too much.

- And that I will gain weight, if I do it.
- What? To gain weight? At your age?

Yes, but... I kind of like sweets...
ice cream... chocolate...

That's very good! You can eat them!
I tell you what we'll do.

We'll do some exercises and we'll run!
Do you want to jog?

Yes. But what do you think
the doctor will say about it?

He will allow it to you.
When you are healthy.

I use to run with Fane.
But he wants us to run in the mountains.

- Then, you must run! Run with him!
- What about the job?

- You can go away one Sunday.
- He can't do it.

- He is busy with football on Sundays.
- Football?

What would you do?
Would you run?

I can't understand why
you baptised this rock "Faust".

Oh, I see.
It's a little romance here, sir!

As an old man, you could still see
the world from behind these gullies.

I got it, isn't it?
What is the meaning of it?

- Whatever you want it to be.
- Yes...

I will show you something quite clear.
A human being.

Look!

Do you recognize her? Don't eat all
the time. You'll get sick.

Come on, Doina!
The professor is waiting for you.

You came here in order to work again!
Is that so? I'll be damned!

Yes... I haven't
carved a stone for years...

And I've considered all this period
as an empty existence.

Here... in my world...
between my rocks... as you say it...

I feel like at home. When I stay here,
I think that nobody expects my death.

What do you think about his face,
Doina? He thinks that his enemies

want to destroy his work.
The rocks...

Of course, they would praise him
after his death!

Come on, move! Don't you
sit there like an old woman!

- Come on! Faster! Or I will cut your hair!
- How are you, Doinita?

I'm fine. What about you?

You're fine! Oh, my!
People are like this!

They don't see each other for years
and then they are talking pleasantry!

How come all your pupils
praise you? I've heard them!

I'd be a lot more circumspect
if I were in their shoes.

Their praises do not offer me
the everlasting feeling of life.

I feel that a new joy is arousing
inside of me. Now. Here.

Take it easy, professor.
She is not herself lately.

Is she ill? Yes, maybe loneliness
makes her suffer, like it was before.

- I don't really know this problem.
- I'm glad to see you, Doinita.

- But you are not glad to see me.
- Why do you say that?

- I feel that you are very distant!
- Distant? You've never known what I think.

- Never?
- Exactly! Anyway, now it's too late!

- It's too late for me to guess?
- The professor knows better how to ensoul

and guess what the marble "thinks".
Doina and Maricica were in love with you.

- A long time ago...
- Maybe... maybe... But if I should ask you

something now, then I would demand you
not to be in love with me anymore.

Yes... yes... I feel like an old man.
You were dear to me too... for a while.

- As all my pupils were dear to me.
- I wouldn't give her any chance now.

On the contrary, I would
ask her to forget about me.

It would be silly for someone
to waste the time with a guy like me.

But the art is beyond the reality!
Aren't you just like Faust?

The professor is cuddling now. It is a
diabolic way to make them care about him.

Doina thinks that these words
are a late declaration of love.

- Listen to me, doctor!
- Yes!

I've known, a long time ago,
a guy named Scarlat, a young painter.

- He is familiar to you, isn't it?
- Yes.

He was very ill.
He wasn't afraid of dying.

He feared that
he wouldn't be able to paint.

- That he couldn't finish his paintings!
- Then what?

He died... in a few weeks. He
painted all the time when he was alive.

Maybe this was the meaning of his life.
To paint... all the time!

- The meaning of my life is...
- Don't interrupt him! Carry on!

In the end... the body must return
to dust... from which it was made.

All these years, when I did not
work, I felt that my body was dead.

What about these monsters?
These ghosts? What is the meaning of it?

The Celebration of Grapevine.
It is a custom, from my village.

- Other people from the Orient keep it!
- I see! Women and men,

youngsters and old people are
plucking the grapes and they celebrate.

- I got it! What are they doing next?
- The lads dance and afterwards

- they are looking for wives.
- Yes, the heifer seems to be in love!

She is not interested about anything
in the world. She only wants to stay

near the old man. He is Pan,
the goat, isn't it?

No. He is just a man
who is in love. An old man...

- It's like a dream!
- But it is something moral?

I don't know.
Anyway, it has the artist's touch.

But it is moral too. Tell me,
please! What ugliness do you see in love?

Oh, yes. He wants to ensoul the rock!
That way he will make of it,

an agent of corruption!
The art corrupts, Doina!

Here is his follower! By this art,
elusive as the gates of hell,

he doesn't allow others
to see the truth as it is.

And he talked all kind of nonsense
about Manole... Sisyphus...

They were only words...
ideas without any value...

The artists... the eunuchs...
those who don't have the power

to give life anymore, since it was
taken away from them, they hate life.

And they are starting to bedevil it,
giving it no value whatsoever.

All these are just some ghosts,
the prophecies of an eunuch.

That's just it! If you curse an eunuch,
you'll never get your tongue bitten.

- It wouldn't be the same
if you praised him! - Naturally!

A diligent guy
carved the stone all day long!

This is what he could do and that's what
he did. But he has never had a gift for it.

This is not a burden when you are aware
of it. You continue to be a good artisan.

But there's almost a tragedy
when you do not realize

that there is nothing divine in your work.
So the discontentment sets in

When your work is not appreciated.
Maybe he is an artisan, but a genius...

The world is something else!
Hey, are you out of your mind?

I've told you to walk, not to overdo it!

Come on! Quick! You must come
back in your room. It will rain!

Come on! Come on!
Come on! Faster!

Take this and put it on your head!

What are you doing here, Doinita?
How can I help you?

You could leave the place
as fast as you can!

- This would make you feel better?
- No!

- It would straighten you!
- Doina!

Nobody ever ordered me anything.
But I will listen to you.

Then, you must command it to
yourself and listen to it, professor!

Doina, get away from the rain.
You'll catch a cold.

I want to see you again! I want to
make your portrait one more time!

Cut the crap, professor! You've
chosen a "good" moment! It rains!

- I want you to pose for me. Once again!
- Come on! We'll be soaked!

- Come on! Say my name! Just now!
- Doina! Come on!

All right, Serban!

What are you talking about?
Haven't you figured it out yet?

Come on! Get in your rooms! You can
leave him here. He likes the rain!

He is prolific now.

Doina! You are not at all a good girl!

Come on!

- Who? Mitic??
- Eat the cake as you should eat it!

He is here!

Good luck! I think you should
tell him, professor!

You can straighten him...
and comfort him.

- What could I tell him?
- The truth!

What are you talking about?

You should tell him that
they are his children!

- Well, they are his children!
- That's good! Very good!

But he is not sure of it anymore.
You must help him. That's it!

Don't you think that this is a trifle!
I know. Someone could suspect

that if you say it, you'll make it
even harder to believe.

And they could say that you want to seem
benevolent since they are not yours.

That way, he could sleep tight
and he might be concerned about them.

We're not talking about alimony here.
You can restore peace of mind to him.

Yes, I think you are right.
I will do it.

That's very good.
Excuse me!

You know what people say?
Those who are familiar with the issue?

They say that she does not recognize
him as the father of her children.

And she also says that the children
bear no resemblance to him.

- We have some beautiful youngsters here!
- Hello! Hello!

- I am not alone. I am with...
- I know. I know.

I've seen the professor. We have almost
finished here. If I can give you a lift...

No, thank you. Come to our table!
I hope that you are not angry at Serban!

- Angry at him? Why?
- Well...

- Are you pupils?
- No, we are at College.

- What are you studying?
- I am studying mechanics.

- I see... none of you studies art?
- No. Thank you.

- Don't you like art?
- Yes. I'll wait for you outside.

- Have you ever been
at any of my exhibitions? - No.

Never?! Then, you must
wait a little bit more.

- Doctor, what happens with Doina?
- Look at him! He thinks he's funny!

- He wants to show his modesty!
- No way!

I agree with you. He wants to
bewitch them. He is an artist.

- Doctor, I...
- He's hypocrite. I wouldn't be surprised

to find out that he had tried to make fun of
you. He'd tell you that he didn't know Doina.

- And that the kids are yours!
- But I am their father!

Yes? Of course! This is the truth.
They look like you.

But... as a consolation... he could
tell you that you were their father.

That way, you would take care of them.
And he won't pay any alimony.

- What are you talking about?!
- I am talking about alimony!

- But I don't need his money!
- Of course, brother! This isn't the point!

I want to show you what he could do.

That way you can be sure that
you haven't been cheated with...

- I haven't been cheated!
- Listen!

- I tell you that I am right!
- Yes? Of course. Of course.

Then, he shouldn't tell you
that they are your children.

- He won't do it.
- But what if he does?

He won't tell it. He is not such a big
son of a bitch. Even if he loved her once.

All right! Just watch it! Come on! Go
home! You've exhausted the professor!

Another time! I'm very sorry! Please!
Thank you! Good bye!

- Good day, professor!
- Take a seat!

Thank you.

- No. No. Just a little bit!
- Oh! Excuse me, please!

He is a brilliant doctor.
But sometimes he acts like a teenager.

Yes...

Sometimes he seems
to be a son of a bitch,

but I think it's his own
way to cuddle himself, isn't it?

No, I don't want anything!

Go to your father.
He wants to talk to you.

- You know, professor...
- Let's go home, Mitic?!

- Let's go home, daddy!
- This girl will become a very nice woman.

She's a dead ringer for Doina...
and for you too...

You have a big beard, mister.
Don't you want to play with me?

- Her eyebrows are just like yours!
- No. They're just like Doina's eyebrows.

- Yes? It is possible.
- Mister, I have a doll. Her name is Doina.

- That's my mother name too.
- Anyway, she has something from you too.

- It's something in her look.
- What's your name? Do you want to play?

On the other hand, the boy is
a dead ringer for you. Come here!

- Look how he walks!
- Does he walk just like me?!

Yes. He walks like a man.
You have two very beautiful children.

- You'll be very happy by their side.
- Yes... They are my children...

Yes. Of course. Of course.

- How old are you?
- I am seven years old.

- Would you like to be my son?
- No.

No, sir.
We are Mitic?'s kids.

Come on! Faster!
Get over here!

- Come on! Yous must take a nap!
- What are you doing? Going so soon?

- See you!
- That's too bad!

- You had a fight!
- No. Why do you think that?

He didn't even say "good bye".
He is just a football player.

For him, the only real thing is the ball.
Professor, we must fight

against the insidious
conspiracies of reality.

Move closer, towards the window.
That's it! Smile now!

Come on! You mustn't hesitate!
You are looking fine.

- Does it hurt?
- What's wrong with him?

- What's wrong with him, doctor?
- Nothing!

- What's the matter with you?
- I am fine.

- Then, why don't you play?
- I won't play!

How's that? Those bandits will beat us
and the boys will lose their bonuses.

- I can't play!
- Please, you must make an effort!

- Come on! Doctor, give something to him!
- What could I do? Slap him twice?

I don't know. You must do something.
Give him a shot. He must walk.

I think he went batty. Dobrescu
can replace him. He is fit to play now.

Dobrescu! Dobrescu, you will play!
Come on, boys! That match will begin.

You have a big chance today, Dobrescu.
You will play from the first minute.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Dear and beloved viewers,
this game will be

watched by the great
sculptor, Valeriu Serban.

He is the son of our town!
Let's cheer him!

He was my drawing teacher in high school.
And Doina's too. Didn't you know it?

No. I don't know a lot of things. I wasn't
interested and I didn't ask anyone.

- Come on! Play ball! Why don't you do it?
- Everyone knows the big artist.

That's bullshit! He was more
a ladies man than an artist.

- Come on! Faster with the cross!
- Why do you say that? Is he dead?

Yes. A long time ago.
Oh! What a miss!

Oh, my!
Are you asleep or what?

- I ask you again. Is he dead? - Yes,
I've told you. He's dead as an artist.

- What about his works?
- His works?! The ones from the wood?

Those were just a short experience
in the Balkans. None of his works

was exhibited in Paris or London.
And neither the experts from Paris

will come here to see them.
Or to touch them.

I don't know much about this kind of
things. But I think it's interesting.

- Nonsense!
- What about Doina? What does she think?

Doina? She finds them interesting,
of course. It's obvious that...

- What's obvious?
- Wait a minute!

- Oh! He hit the post! That's marvellous!
- What's obvious?

It's obvious that Doina and her mates
visited the professor pretty often.

They went in order to pose.
As a group, of course.

We must wake up.
Otherwise, we will be overwhelmed.

- She has never told you that?
- No.

We're talking about the high school years.
Serban was still a professor in this place.

Serban! He was a mystic,
in a sort of a way.

He was in love with art
like Moses loved Jahve.

Excuse me. A lot of people
joked about him. Come on! Trick him!

Oh, my God! You're a bunch
of sissies. They've scored.

- Tell me about it!
- What do you want to know?

Oh, yes. He was a mystic. He saw a kind
of a cloud. It was made from smoke.

Like Moses... and Brancusi...
Brancusi went barefoot to Paris...

And he became an immortal artist.

Come on! Come on!
Why do you keep following me like that?

- Can't you understand anything?
- I wonder why are you talking to me

about these men.
I am only interested in...

- Tell me. Is it bad?
- Why do you think that?

- Because you're beating around the bushes!
- I've talked to you openly.

- From man to man. Take it easy.
- I hope that you've understood me.

I've missed the goal.
I've missed it. That's your fault.

And you still don't understand anything.
Go in there and play.

It's 1-1.
Come on! You can score more!

You must do it without him.
He has deserted you. Bravo!

Can you believe it? I am asking
all the lunatics to do their job. Yes.

Come on! Run! Run!
You can't stay like that.

Come on! Move faster!

Hello, doctor.
I've brought you something.

- Leave me alone, mister!
- Hello, ma'am.

I think that they will defeat us.
What can we do?

Come on, Ilie! You must pass. Good job,
Doru. Take the ball! You can score.

Doctor! Do you remember about
a woman, Aglae? You've operated her.

- Look at him! Look at him!
- I've brought you some whiskey, coffee...

And some cigarettes, on account of Aglae.
My beloved one, Aglae.

I don't want to hear
anything about Aglae.

Wait a minute, doctor. It isn't
possible. You're offending me. It's cheap.

[Indistinct]

She is a happy human being.
She has all that she wants.

She has a house, a car,
children and a beloved one too.

She can't possibly want another thing.

What are you doing here, Mia?
What about you, Pia?

- We came here to see Doina.
- Nonsense!

- You want to admire the old man's rocks.
- Why are you saying that? We like them.

Indeed? So, this old lover boy
put you under a spell too?

- Yes.
- Come on! Go home!

- Why?
- You can't see Doina.

- Why?
- Just like that. You can't see her.

Why? He's such a grouch.
Let's go!

- But what's the problem?
- I think it's something pretty bad!

He takes the rock and carve it.
And he obtains a sort of wings.

That way, he gets pinned.
He uses some nails made of steel.

- Some nails made of iron.
- The blood blew out.

But he didn't care.
Because it was the will of God.

- Hey!
- He got pinned! And he used the wings.

- And he flew...
- Why do you laugh?

And then he fell. And he had the fate
of someone who carried the cross.

Martha told us these stories in
high school. Pretend that you don't see him.

- Mitic? is coming.
- How can I do it? Can't you see that...

- Yes, I see.
- Hello, girls! You look wonderful.

- What a good joke! Are you kidding us?
- Me?

Doina, what's the matter with you?
Haven't you seen me or what?

- No!
- Yes. And we thought that you'll have

the courtesy to
leave us alone.

I've brought you a book.
I know you like it.

The kids are all right.

I haven't asked you anything.
Martha, haven't I the right to be alone?

- At least now!
- You're talking nonsense!

- Everybody is hopeful.
- Do you know why, Martha?

- They think about the game on Sunday.
- I'll hit you, if you don't cut the crap.

It was a good number for him. Every time
he said it, he would make me laugh.

- Look at me! I am not laughing now.
- You'll laugh. I'm sure.

Come on, Doina!
Did we have such a terrible time together?

Martha! Everything began at the seaside.
In the light of the morning...

In the light of the sunset...
the sun... the sea...

Afterwards, everything became sad. Don't
tell me you've been happy all the time.

Don't you dare to pretend that
I was everything for you.

I am like the light of your eyes?!
Give me a break!

That's how the football players
try to make an ode for love.

- The compare it with the light. Go now!
- You haven't got a chance!

- I will never leave you!
- But I will leave you, my darling.

Can't you see? You are threatening
and cockering me, at the same time.

- What can I think?
- You can think what you want.

- You love me, Doina. I know it for sure.
- Come on! Come on!

I am hopeful, Doina!
Can you hear me? I am hopeful!

Cut the crap!
You're a pessimist! Pessimist!

Listen to me!
The one who feels how his horns grow,

he is always a pessimist! Because he's
sure that he hasn't had just two of them.

Come on! You can laugh.
I've made a good joke.

Do you want a cigarette? I forgot.
You don't smoke, you're playing football.

The artists are very happy, professor.
They don't have troubles like ordinary men.

They're worried about the eternity.
Look at you! You're looking great.

The fresh air is good for you. And for
you too. You have a good stability.

Who is the one incarnated in this rock,
by the professor, in the green woods,

- where no one can be lost?
- You are.

- Nonsense.
- You'll bore Mitic?, doctor.

Who is deserted on the roof
of the monastery by Negru Vod??

And even by fate itself?
Who?

Manole, my beloved ones.
Our artist, alive in the folklore.

Yes, Manole is here.
And Icarus, who wanted to escape

From the labyrinth situated
in the island of Crete,

which wasn't a labyrinth of love,
made some feathered wings.

I must say it. He glued the
wings from his body, with wax.

- Doina!
- Leave me alone. It's shameful!

The professor left you. But he wasn't
a jerk. He has realized that

- you couldn't have a future, together.
- And now, as a couple,

we would be unhappy, isn't it?
That's what you think?

- No. You do, because you're crying.
- I cry because I've lost my illusions.

What kind of illusions?
Do you want me to be like him?

- You have a crazy notion about happiness.
- Leave me alone! Stop it!

- Cut it out!
- It is well known...

The wax was melted due to the heat,
not because of love, smart aleck!

And Icarus crushed into the sea.
Do you understand it?

- I can't hear you.
- That's natural. If nobody listens to me...

Ladies and gentlemen, I see that
you all run away, when somebody talks

about art. And you bounce into the
real life, where there is no escape.

Even Manole, the deserted one,
wanted to reach the real life,

in order to live between
human beings... Am I right, professor?

Am I minimizing something?
Listen to me carefully, my darling!

- She wants me to be like him?
- And do exactly what I say!

If I had a certain material condition...

If I'd played at least
in the second league...

Art and flight are just like love.
They all last like a streak of lightning.

Real life brings out only human
misery. There is no escape.

She was afraid about the future.
She wanted to have a certain position.

No one can understand me?
No one?!

- Am I nobody?
- Professor!

I've read your interview
in the newspaper.

"Deserted on the sacred roof".
Manole has created some wings

that were planted into the flesh. The sun
couldn't have melted them, like wax.

- That's what you've told me then too.
- Really?

- Yes.
- I haven't got the time

- to achieve this project so far.
- I hope that you would be so lucky.

I've read the article too, professor.
I can tell you privately that...

- I can give you a lift, if you want it.
- They can't understand anything. I'm sure.

We'd rather like to go somewhere
and offer us a beer or something.

I think that the project...
or maybe I am wrong...

Anyway, I think that
Manole's wings are too heavy.

Just like that.
Feathered wings are more powerful.

On the other hand, the wings used
by Icarus are good. But wax

can't resist much.
There is no escape.

The symbiosis between man and
bird is not good. It could never last.

It isn't good. Don't you talk much
with the newspaper men.

- You'll just make a fool of yourself.
- I forgot my keys. Doina has them.

I'll catch up with you.

Have you seen his muscles?
The ones from his feet.

Our feet are more like some sticks.
Or like toothpicks.

There is no escape.
Come on! Let's drink a beer!

What do you want?

- Did you want me to be like him?
- He will always be unhappy.

Because he didn't have the guts to
be happy. He wasn't brave enough

- to stay beside you.
- How can you be so sure?

- Because you were not his woman.
- Yes. Because he didn't want.

- No. You didn't want it. Because...
- Because you were in my life.

- And I loved the football player.
Is that it? - No.

- You are an honest woman. That's all.
- You're talking nonsense, my boy.

Anyway, let's say you're right. What
does it have to do with my love for you?

Tell me. There is no kind of
connection with it.

I am not a saint. I am a woman,
like any other woman.

And if you don't leave me alone,
I'll slap you. Get out of here!

Doctor!

- Has he gone?
- Yes, he's gone.

There are gone.
All of them.

Now I understand everything.
You want to humiliate him.

And you wanted to do it
when other men were present too.

It's because you want to alienate
him from you. How can you stand it?

He is suffering so much. He was like
a drowned kitten. Didn't you have

- any pity on him?
- Yes. I feel sorry for him.

Especially when I see that Serban
does not respect him at all.

- He was struggling. And he kept quiet.
- Martha, it means that...

- He hated you?
- No. It means he's very fond of me.

Then, why are running from him?
Why do you reject him?

Martha, I am testing myself.
I want to see if I can live without him.

- What's the answer?
- I am trying to live without him.

I have lived alone all this time, Martha,
only with my love beside me.

I was thinking about him, all the time.
Martha, women are so dumb.

We are always acting
like some schoolgirls.

- I am talking nonsense.
- No. You are always telling beautiful things.

Look!
He has brought you flowers too.

Doina!

Tell me something!
This lady, from Holland,

wants a dress for herself?
She'll get married?

No, my dear. She will open a retail store,
exclusively for the brides.

Oh!

Lucky for him that he's a football player.
Otherwise he wouldn't have had

- such difficult work in the factory.
- Difficult?!

Yes. You know what I mean.
He looks at us without paying any money.

Oh, doctor!
Do you want to get married?

- Do you want a dress?
- You can pick one for me.

- What's the size of the bride?
- She's just like you.

Like us?! But we are not
anybody's wives.

- And this is my fault?
- What is a wife, doctor?

It's like something unknown,
like a ticket.

You mean that you can't be sure
about anything, once you get married.

These are the facts of life.
Of course, there are exceptions too.

Like the marriage that will bring
Doina and Mitic? together.

I've told you to leave me alone.

A marriage, as a rule in our life,
is like a forecast.

Can't you be sure about the
weather from the next day?

- You can be sure... sometimes.
- Yes. In the summer... it is shiny...

But sometimes... out of this clear sky...
a nasty storm suddenly appears.

We must admit it.
Any marriage is a big risk.

- Am I right, girls?
- And would you never assume such a risk?

- At least as a period of trial...
- I would not feel comfortable

If I had to say to a certain woman:
"You're my biggest dream come true".

Madame, you're my biggest dream come true.
Madame, you're my biggest dream come true.

I understand.
You don't want to deceive a woman.

- I would deceive myself.
- You can deceive me.

I can't do it today.
I must keep guard.

- But I can do it tomorrow.
- OK. Tomorrow.

Doctor, I can't understand that thing,
about wax.

- Wax? What do you mean?
- The one from the wings.

The wings are good. The body is good.
But the glued wings didn't last.

- What did you want to say by that?
- If you are lucky, you can live.

That's what I meant.
What did you understand?

- I haven't understood anything. - That's
better. Blessed are the poor in spirit.

Doctor, I can't seem to know
what kind of man you are.

- I seldom consider you a cattish wriggler.
- I am listening to you.

Even the facts with Serban and
my kids... from the other day...

- I think that you've arranged
everything... - Me?! Go on!

I am wrong, isn't it? You're not a
wriggler. I can go on?

- Please do! - You really
thought that he was their father.

Look! Here is a wedding dress!
It's a present from me.

Be careful how you use it.

- What are those geese up to now?
- We want to get married too.

Aren't we allowed to do it?

We want to be like
all the others, my dear.

But who will marry you, my dear?
Do you think that anyone would do it?

Well, doctor Iuga would be interested...
Or even Mitic?...

- Mitic? is available, isn't it?
- He became a target for you, I'm sure.

- Why not? Has he any weaknesses?
- He doesn't have any weakness.

But you have enough for both.

- Iuga's swans!
- I wonder why he keeps them.

Maybe he loves only his swans.

And he calls me "goose".

- Ah! I have an idea!
- What do you mean?

If you don't want him to call you
like that anymore...

- Oh, my! But I don't have...
- You must put on the wig...

- How do I look?
- You are so beautiful!

- I am speechless.
- I am looking like a stork, isn't it?

When you saw me earlier, you were
startled and you went away, professor.

- Why did you do it?
- I was in a hurry.

Ah! You were in a hurry, isn't it?
And now?

It's the same. I must call a friend
of mine. He is living in Bucharest.

- Are you sick, by any chance?
- No. Why do you say that?

- You are pale.
- It's because of the heat.

- You're a little pale too.
- Yes. Because I am angry.

- But what happened to you?
- I don't like the retired ladies' men.

You will be old too, someday.
It isn't a guilt.

- Tell me! What is it all about?
- I've found out that a former professor,

- who instructed Doina...
- Go on...

Boasts all over town that
he was in love with her.

Yes...
Do you think that's wrong?

I was in love too with my pupils, in some
way. Excuse me for a minute, please.

- Are you talking about me?
- Since you look at me so lofty,

- I should say not. - I don't need
to justify myself to you.

- You don't have any hold over her.
- I don't have any hold over her?!

We are parents for two children.
Do you understand it?

- Yes. But she doesn't admit it. - She
doesn't admit it?! How do you know it?

- This is the talk of the town.
- Listen to me! Whether you like it or not,

- we have two children together.
- I have work to do. Leave me alone.

- This is a sculpture. It isn't just
football. - So, if you don't like it...

Get out of the water right now!
Listen, you football player!

- This my field of work. Get out!
- Doina, nothing has happened here.

- Doina, nothing has happened here.
- Mitic?, what are you doing here?

I don't shout. I am not hysteric.
Everything is all right.

- Why did you come here? - Everything is...
I came to see the statues.

- I wanted to learn something. Forgive me!
- He wants to learn something?!

- I introduce him to you. It's the
professor. - I know him. I liked him a lot.

- That's natural. He is a big artist.
- I liked him not as an artist, but as a man.

- What are you doing here?
- Doina!

- What are you doing here?
- Doina, I've actually come here...

Why did you come here? Has someone
phoned you that he would hold my hand?

- No.
- Why have you come? Tell me!

- I've come here of my own will...
- Go on...

- I want you to be my wife!
- Don't you tell me!

- We must wed!
- What a good joke!

- Life itself is a good joke!
- Are you mad?

- I've arranged everything with the papers.
- Forget it!

- Stop it!
- Look. I've even bought a bridal veil.

It's "B7", imported from Holland.
Would you like to be my Dutch girl?

- It's late.
- No, it isn't.

- It's useless.
- No, it isn't.

I see. If you don't want it for you, you
desire to be like that for the children.

No. I want it for me,
in the first place. Can't you see it?

- For me!
- Do you want me to be a bride?

It isn't wet.

- How do you find the water, professor?
- He is not right. He isn't.

- She admired me. That's all!
- Take it easy! Take it easy!

All pupils admire their teachers.
This is a fact of life.

- Art has no connection with real life.
- By Jove, it ain't like that!

Leave me alone, sir.
I can do it by myself.

You are my Dutch girl!
Doina!

I've picked on him, it's true.
But I haven't done it for nothing.

Everything turned out just fine.
There is no doubt about it.

You'll be the most beautiful bride.
Oh, my love!

- Listen to me, comrade!
- Yes?

Look! Here!

- Yes. Come in!
- Good afternoon!

Ah, Gullit!
Tell me all about it!

If you operate Doina,
can I be there too?

- No.
- It isn't customary?

That's right. It isn't a football game.
We are not in a stadium.

You wouldn't help at all.
Neither of us.

- Do you afraid that I might cry?
- You wouldn't be the first one to do it.

Take a walk in the city. Go to a movie.
You can do everything you like.

- Doctor, I would still...
- What would you want me to do?

You ask me if I understand you?
I understand you perfectly, sir.

Come on! Get back in the ward.
You must respect my prescription.

You'll be back home in three days.
The football player who is a hero!

The man who scored the winning goals,
the God of stadiums,

has fallen in love, out of pity,
with an unhappy girl.

- Out of pity?!
- Yes. You've loved her

- because she was unhappy.
- Go on!

You wanted to submit her.
It was a selfish act.

You wanted to prove that no
one could be happy without you.

- What? Whom should I prove it to?
To her? - No. To yourself.

- Do I look so stupid?
- Yes, you do.

Because if you knew that she had feelings
for another man, you could let her

be together with him,
out of a selfish nobility.

You'll give up on her...
for Serban...

Because you like to appear in a game
and leave it whenever you want.

You want to be the star and fulfill
destiny. You want to score

the decisive goal.

Come on! Take a walk!
I am busy.

- You are behaving like a ruthless man.
- I am ruthless and chinless.

I don't have the time to explain to every
idiot that he can't stay here.

- You could be a little more human.
- My dear, I know that

for many of my coevals,
I am a celebrity because

I am ruthless and chinless. You can't
be different when you're doing

my kind of work.
Mitic? can be hearty for me too.

- I see. You are from the big league.
- I am the best.

- And you are modest too.
- Not at all. I am sick and tired

of modest and hearty men
who can't do their job properly.

What are you doing?
Why haven't you left yet?

Do you want to cry?
Get out of here!

- Doctor!
- Yes?

- Haven't you ever despised yourself?
- No. What about you?

- Yes. Now I do.
- Why?

- Because I can't kick your ass.
- Don't you try it.

I don't think you would have any chance.
I've been studying martial arts.

- And I must operate someone too.
- Mitic?!

Come on!

Why did you call me down here? Do you
to admire the rocks created by Serban

from a boat?
Of course, he belongs to posterity.

I mean he only cares about posterity.
He has never loved anyone.

- But he loved me.
- That's what you think!

Or you would have liked it to
be that way. He has only loved

his fictions, made of stone...
His beauties, made of marble...

They will be a heritage, for the whole
world. Nonsense! Please, give me a break!

I don't need such things. Don't tell me
that he has sacrificed like Manole.

He is not a big artist. Not even a
poor one. He is just a cobbler.

- That's what he says.
- Yes, with humility.

- Because he can't be different!
- You are cynical!

- OK! Whatever! - You don't
really feel what you are saying.

People say that you can't even be
ironic, like someone should be.

- And what else do people say about me?
- They say that you are repellent and crazy.

- And they say that you are ill.
- I am ill? How's that?

You have never known how to lie.
That's why a man is never good

- and completely zany.
- Here is the philosopher.

You can find her in the garment industry.
This is my work. It's cynical.

But doctors save people.

They heal only
the ones that can be saved.

- If you must live, you live.
- You are cynical like...

Like death itself. Say it!
I don't mind at all. I am honored.

Death is a part of my life.
I can't laugh like an idiot.

And I can't see "la vie en rose".
I can't shout it.

But life can be beautiful too.
It is beautiful, if this rose exists.

Excuse me. I don't know how
to explain it to you. But I was happy.

- Like a pale rose.
- You can say what you want.

- Mitic? loved me.
- Yes. Because he lives for today.

He is a practical man.
He kicks the ball and he scores. 2-0!

And he wins.
It is something for the present.

But why did you
want me to come here?

Since you operate me,
you must cut my hair too.

- He really loved you?
- Yes.

- It means that he is still loving you.
- Why do you say that?

Because after you've treated him like
you did and sent him away,

you've told him that you had never loved
him. You wanted to make him forget you

and despise you. That way, he could
have a new life afterwards.

You are a hell of a man.
You can cut to the quick.

No one but you could have done it.
Come on! Cut my hair!

- You're talking nonsense!
- I have a wig too. Who else could do it?

Mitic?? You've said that I want to
make him forget me.

- It is true.
- It means that I am hopeless.

You don't give me any chance.
You're a nasty cynical.

- You can call me what you like,
if it helps you. - You look at me

as if you are searching peace.
You live every day in that place,

full of sorrow and mourning.
Do you think that you can say

everything that's in your mind
to set you free?

- Yes, I do. I have this right.
- So, you are more important

than the ones who suffer!
Otherwise, you'd get mad.

Or you would begin to collect
stamps or icons.

You need a vice.
You must say what you think.

It's like a shield for you.
That way, you can save yourself.

Come on! Cut my hair!
Cut it, Figaro!

- I have never cut a woman's hair.
- That's too bad!

But you wanted to cut my hair, when
we were in high school. Do you remember?

I came to you.
And the next day, you said:

"If I catch her, I will cut her hair"!
There you go! You've caught me!

It's better to cut it. I don't want to see
it falling, during the night, on my pillow.

- I want you to cut it completely.
- So, do you want to look like a baby?

- No. I want to look like a soldier.
- You've said that I'd like to save myself.

You could ask me
why don't I love anyone.

Yes.
Why don't you love anyone?

Because I've loved someone once.
And that's enough. I don't like to recur.

- I loved you. And that's all!
- Why are you telling me that now?

- It was just once!
- Why are you telling me that now?

- You're a dope!
- That's what you've told me then.

- When I've asked you out, to see a movie.
- You've asked me to go to your place.

- I don't remember that.
- You're lying. You don't want to remember.

Did you have, by any chance, a cinema, at
your place? Maybe I didn't understand that.

I had invited you because it was my
birthday. All our schoolmates came there.

You were the only one who didn't
want to come. Don't move your head.

- Otherwise I can't cut your hair.
- I was so cocky, isn't it?

And that's why I didn't come there.
Why haven't I come?

Because when we were at the athletic field,
I had touched your ass. It was your call!

It isn't true. I was in love with Serban.
He had asked to take a walk in the park

- with him and to eat an ice cream.
- You had a swell hat!

- You were beautiful. And he was ugly.
- Who was ugly?

- That cocky geezer!
- He wasn't like that at all.

For any boy, the older guys were
just some geezers.

You're a fool!

- That night I was his lover.
- You've made love with him?!

Is it really important?
He is still an oddball.

I loved him just the
way you've loved me.

Why have you reminded
me of all those things?

Do you want me
to forget the present?

Do you want me to forget that
I'd never leave your hospital healthy?

Do you want me to forget about
my death? Why did you remind me of it?

- Answer me! Why?
- Cut the crap! Can't you see

that I am turning you in
someone more beautiful?

Keep still! I know it hurts.
But you've wanted a military haircut.

You want me to forget that I'd never
leave this place healthy.

- I hate you!
- I love you!

- I hate you!
- I love you!

- I hate you!
- I love you!

I hate you!

Put on make up, Martha! I want to
look as if I'd be 18 years old again.

Look at her!
She suffers so much!

Martha, I...

- I will die anyway...
- You're talking nonsense.

Love has given you
the power to live so far.

I will powder your face.
And you'll get married.

- And everything will be swell.
- You're lying. You're lying to me, Martha.

Why do we get married?
What do we want to prove?

We must show the world how tough we
are? Or how much do we love each other?

Even the white shoes are made
for brides from Holland.

If they make you feel uncomfortable,
you must resist and keep quiet.

I've taken a bath and
I've used a lot of scent.

I want that everything should
be alive... normal... and true.

But everything is true, Doina.
We'll have godparents and witnesses.

We'll hold hands.
We'll do everything by the book.

Yes.
We will live a great moment.

Even death is something futile, if we
compare it with such a moment.

That's what you want, isn't it?
And this wedding

will make me healthy again. That's what
you think, isn't it? It's like a bad novel.

Listen to me, Mitic?! I feel that we
will be together just for a short time.

- No. We will live a long time together.
- One month? One day? How much?

As long as we
can't forget each other.

Oh, my!
We have such a beautiful mother!

Come on, Andrei!
You can come too!

- We have such a beautiful bride!
- You are very beautiful, mother.

As long as you and the children
are healthy, I will be alive too.

- I love you, mother!
- I love you too!

- My little one! Do you want to play?
- Yes.

- How do you want to play together?
- I love you, mother.

I love you too.

Clamp!

- I am hearing something. What is it?
- Some children are singing downstairs.

Is it New Year's Eve? At least, in such a
night, they are entitled to sing carols.

- Maybe a radio is turned on nearby.
- Some children are singing in the park.

- Do you want me to make them go away?
- Clotting!

Do you want me to make them go away?
Can't you concentrate?

Be careful! Or I will make you
go out on the window.

- Do you think that she can hear us?
- Clotting!

- Raspatory!
- Yes. Do you think that she can hear us?

She can hear how dumb you are.
Absorption! Absorption!

- What's her pulse?
- It's normal.

- Blood pressure?
- 120/70 mm Hg.

Clamp!

Arrange my glasses!

Thank you!
Raspatory!

[Maurice Ravel - Bolero]

Ionut's grandmother said
that Adam and Eve...

- What's about them?
- She says that Eve was created

- from Adam's rib.
- Is it true?

- Yes, it is true.
- It means that our mother

- was created from a rib of yours.
- Yes.

- It means that you have one rib less.
- Yes. Come on!

- Come on! Everybody will go to bed!
- It means that Ionut's grandmother

- says the truth?
- Of course. Has she ever lied?

She told us yesterday that mother
wasn't at our grandmother.

- She says that mummy is in a hospital.
- She lies.

It means that you don't have
one rib less than mother?

- That's right!
- Then, what is the truth?

The truth is that you must go
to sleep. Right away. Is that clear?

- Yes.
- Turn off the light!

- Are you sleeping?
- Yes.

- Have you fallen asleep?
- Yes.

Good night!

- Andrei!
- Yes!

Mitic? doesn't know anything.
He doesn't know how many ribs he has.

And he doesn't know
where mother is.

- Shut up, snotty girl! Go to sleep!
- I am not snotty! You are!

I won. I won. I've told you
that you're snotty.

We've tricked them!
Do you like it?

- Who's to blame?
- She doesn't ask anyone such a thing.

- She doesn't ask me nor you.
- But she had a pure life.

She hasn't done anything bad.
And her sufferances are terrible.

- Why?
- I think it's because we, the doctors,

or the butchers, as we are often
called, can't do anything more.

I'm not searching for any excuse.
That's it.

I must go. I don't want that Doina
finds me here when she is awake.

- She would be angry!
- She can't die without admitting

that she was wrong, isn't it? But what
if everything is just a fake rumour?

- A fake rumour?! Who set it?
- Anybody could do it. Maybe Iuga did it.

It would be surprising that
everything should be true.

Even her sorrow is a proof of love.
Someone must help her

to surmount this difficulty.
It's better to be close to her now.

Come on! Go to her!
She needs you.

Mitic? is a sort of a knight.
He fights for people's joy.

- But Serban is somehow noble too.
- He is noble, of course.

But it doesn't help anyone immediately.
He doesn't suffer for her

like Mitic? does.
Not even now.

Please, come later. She is sleeping.
I don't want to wake her up.

- But Iuga's detached sorrow is...
- Serban admires Doina's beauty

Like something eternal.
The football player is practical.

As I was saying, Mitic? is practical. He is
happy to lean on a reed.

- She is like a "Fata Morgana" for him.
- Come on! It's going to rain soon.

- I will shoot you, if you don't shut up.
- Go on! You may shoot me!

Bang! Bang!

He bought a cassette recorder
for me and Andrei.

I have seen him, for the first time,
at the seaside, Martha.

He thought that I was from Holland.
I've told him that he was wrong

and that I was working
in the lace business.

I've also told him that I'm going to leave
and I will return for the next summer.

He told me that he didn't want me to go.

"You are my Dutch girl, isn't it?"
That's what he said.

And I've told Mitic? that I don't
want to cause any trouble in his life.

I've told him that I'd be
back for the next summer.

I've said all those things as if I'd have
talked about somebody else, Martha.

I would like to leave "incognito".
Yes. Just like in a fairy tale.

And I'd like to be back
when someone would really need me.

I want to leave.
I want to leave, Martha.

And I want to come back
when I'm healthy again.

I have always liked
to read poetry.

I may say that's something about
a romantic and stupid heroine.

She wanted to enjoy everything
in her life, unlimited.

You know something? There are some
interesting lyrics in this book.

It's about the will of being equal
with everything that's sacred.

Every human being is somehow
endless. Everybody has the right to live.

Every human being has
an eternal right on this Earth.

Every human being is
as divine as his neighbour.

- Have you been waiting for me?
- Yes. I want to give you back the matches.

- What about the candle?
- I don't have the candle anymore.

- It's not very pleasant!
- Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

That's it! It's all right!
Up-a-daisy!

- The water is so good!
- Yes, it is.

Are you going to sing
something for us, daddy?

- What shall I sing?
- How do you feel when is New Year's Eve.

- And how do I feel at that moment?
- Like everybody else.

- What do you mean?
- Leave him alone, snotty girl!

Me? Snotty?!
You are the snotty one!

Ionut's grandmother told us that mum is not
at granny's place. She's in the hospital.

- Is it true?
- So, do you really trust her?

Come on! Wipe your face!
And what else did she say?

She said that parents broke up when
they don't love each other anymore.

But Mitic? loves mum,
isn't it, father?

He doesn't love her
anymore because she left.

No. Mitic? loves her.
But mum has left to a faraway place.

In a very beautiful place. There are
clear lakes, meadows and forests.

And you can find a lot of
flowers there, laces and a clear sky.

And there they also have
clean and good water. Just like here.

- Look! It's an eagle!
- How do you know it?

All right. It isn't an eagle.

Look! It's mum!

Mum! Mum!
Mum!

I've seen mum!

I've seen mum.
But I couldn't catch her!

- Who did you see?
- I've seen my mother.

- Wait a minute! Who did you see?
- I've seen my mother.

- Have you really seen her?
- Yes, I did.

- You've seen her?
- Yes.

Come here! It's all right.
It's all right!

The End

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