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Englisch > Rumänisch: episode of „A Man in Full” General field: Kunst/Literatur Detailed field: Kino, Film, Fernsehen, Theater
Ausgangstext - Englisch
I don't mean this as a criticism.
Maybe I do.
But when you die,
will people notice?
"When I go, there are gonna be
a lot of memories of me"
by a lot of people,
many who hate me.
Even so,
a person needs to live with vigor.
Otherwise, what's the point?
End of the day,
a man's gotta shake his balls.
10 DAYS EARLIER
CROKER
HAPPY 60TH BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!
Happy birthday, Charlie.
Ray, my good man.
What a wonderful night.
"Isn't it?
Honey, you remember Raymond Peepgrass?"
"-Course, I do.
-Hi."
My Mr. Peepy. You look great, you do.
"-Here's the birthday boy!
-Hey!"
"-Good to see you.
-Jerry, how are you?"
"-Mr. Croker, sir.
-Look at you."
God, you've gotten big.
Joycie girl, did I invite you?
"-The memory's the first thing to go.
-Why would I possibly?"
"So I'd be able to give
your ex-wife a full report."
"I'll be sure to tell her
the party was pure you."
"You're a hoot is what you are.
You look fantastic, by the way."
"-Did we have a little something done?
-Charlie."
"Just a little dignity-ectomy, you know,
to better enjoy your party."
Man, she's good.
Yo, what up, man?
"-What's good?
-Come on."
Damn!
"-Whose house?
-Morehouse!"
"Happy birthday, Charlie!
The man who built Atlanta."
Herb!
Roger!
How's the party? Miss anything exciting?
Full Charlie.
With a splash of Shania Twain.
"-I wouldn't wanna miss that.
-Roger, you well?"
How's things at Croker?
Can't complain. Same old, you know?
"If things ever change
or become too much same old,"
"we're always on the hunt
for good attorneys at Definition."
I'll keep that in mind.
Enjoy the night, much to celebrate.
Looks like we made it
Charlie.
Look how far we've come, my baby
Might have took the long way
But we knew we'd get there someday
They said
I bet
They'll never make it
But just look at us holding on
We're still together…
"-I believe this is where we dance.
-You are so…"
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I...
Thank you kindly, Gerald.
Yes.
Raymond. Harry Zale. Bad time?
No, it's fine.
"So, how was the big party?
I'm told you were there."
"Well, it would have been weird
for me not to have been there."
"He might suspect
something was up if I didn't go."
Well, you didn't tip him off?
Why would I do that?
"Well, I saw a few emails
where he calls you ""Peepy."""
A term of affection for his little friend?
He's not my friend.
He treats me like I'm his butler.
"That explains some of the favorable terms
Mr. Croker seemed to get."
"Listen, Charlie is
a big client of the bank."
He is an even bigger asshole.
"-What's his tell?
-I'm sorry?"
"His tell. I wanna know
when I got Mr. Croker on the squirm."
"Well, if he starts going all Baker County
with his southern drawl,"
that's good.
"The more nervous he gets,
the thicker the accent."
But saddlebags,
that's his tell.
Beg your pardon?
He sweats. Under his armpits.
"He creates these perspiration blotches
that look like saddlebags."
That's when you'll know you've got him.
Don't fold on me tomorrow, Raymond.
"I have been waiting
for this meeting, for this day,"
for a long time.
I will not fold.
Shut up!
I will not fold.
You okay?
Never better.
"-You don't think he's caught any wind?
-Not from me, he hasn't."
"Is the air conditioner still on?
I asked for it to be shut down."
It's off. It's 79 degrees in here.
And about go get hotter.
"Can't hit people in the head.
Flags and video review on every play."
Oh my God, he brought his wife.
Not in my football. How's my tie?
Never looked better.
Can you do this, Raymond?
"All right, ladies and gentlemen.
Let's get started."
"Charlie, I don't think
you've met Harry Zale."
Harry is the head
"of our real estate
asset management department."
"So I asked him here
to get things underway."
Makes sense. Give him hell, Harry.
By the way,
I understand you just had a big birthday.
"-Congratulations on that.
-Why, thank you, Harry."
Okay, then.
"So, Mr. Croker,
why are we having this meeting?"
You called this meeting, my friend.
Oh, I know, but I want to know if you do.
"-You wanna know if I know?
-Yes."
"Think of this
as an AA meeting, Mr. Croker."
"Now that the spree is over,
we want to see some real self-awareness."
Beg your pardon?
There's a problem.
But I want you to tell me what it is.
"Harry, I can't speak
to what your problem is."
"I can tell you that I'm here
to address our situation"
with a business plan.
Our situation?
Do you mean the $800 million
that you owe this bank?
Cause that's my problem.
Wismer.
What do we have for our new friend, Harry?
The underlying assets remain sound.
"Despite market saturation,
the absorption rate of commercial space"
"in metro Atlanta continues
to steadily increase."
"What we're talking about here
is a cash flow situation."
"All we need is
a temporary freeze on three big…"
Can I stop you?
"Mr. Croker, did Mr. Stroock just suggest
a freeze of principal payment?"
"Cause let me tell you
something about loans."
A loan is not a gift,
"and when we make loans,
we actually expect to be paid back."
We fully intend to honor our obligations.
"And when can we expect
to commence with that honoring?"
"Harry, if I could draw your attention
to our commercial real estate projections,"
which I believe--
"It's your projections, sir,
which led us into this ooze."
Now, you look here.
"I didn't make these loans. You people did.
In fact, you came crawling."
"Raymond Peepgrass over there practically
got down on damn knees to beg me."
This is my meeting, not Mr. Peepgrass'.
"That may be so, but my point
is he was your representative,"
and his hope was for Croker Industries--
Mr. Peepgrass' hopes and dreams,
whatever they may be,
"do not take precedent
over the obscene mess we now have."
This bank rose to its glory on my back.
"And now we're looking
to recapture some of that glory."
Plus interest.
Let me ask you something, Harry.
You ever been hunting?
"Ever headed out
in the pickup early in the morning"
"listening to all those boys, talking
about all the birds they're gonna shoot?"
People shoot a lot of birds
"with their mouths
on their way out the field,"
"but there comes a time
when you finally gotta stop the truck,"
pick up a gun and do something with it.
"Down where I grew up in Baker County,
there's a saying,"
"""When the tailgate drops,
the bullshit stops."""
Well,
now the tailgate's done dropped.
"We are here
with a goddamn serious business plan"
"and a proposal
for restructuring these loans."
What we are not here for is a lecture
about the nature of debt management.
"I'm not sure who the hell
you think you're talking to."
"I'm talking to a man
who owes this bank $800 million."
A man who owes six other banks
another $400 million.
A person who is over $1 billion in debt.
I'm talking to a shithead.
I am a legitimate and good businessman.
Nothing here is legitimate, sir.
"This here is one of the worst cases
of corporate mismanagement"
that I have ever seen.
And trust me, I stare down the gullet
of malfeasance every day.
"You, sir, have taken $800 million
from this bank to do what?"
Fly around in your private jets.
"Buy big plantations
so you can shoot quail."
"Think you can just go hog wild,
that nobody can touch you?"
Well, I've got news for you, sir.
This ain't Saturday night no more.
Party's over.
Saddlebags.
You listen here.
"Actually, Mr. Croker,
we're going to pause and take ten"
"to have a lender's cactus,
if you don't mind."
"-Would you excuse us for a bit?
-You're gonna do what?"
Have a brief lender's cactus.
You mean to say "caucus"?
"No, sir, I mean cactus.
With all the pricks on the outside."
We'll try not to keep you waiting long.
"I can't even say
you disappointed me, Raymond."
You tiny little bug.
Good to meet you, Harry.
Pleasure.
"You speak to me
like that in front of my bride…"
Sorry, I didn't realize she'd be here.
"Maybe next time, leave the missus
back home in the trophy case."
Honey.
"-We'll be in touch.
-We will."
Mrs. Croker.
There are things that we can do.
"-Transactions that--
-Gerald. Take me to DeKalb."
"-Yes, sir.
-The airport?"
I need to sit, figure some things.
"-The Boeing.
-Yes, sir."
Oh, Christ.
"-Ma'am.
-Thank you, Gerald."
"Why don't we go home, Charlie?
I can take your mind off all this."
"My mind can't afford
to be off it right now."
"It's got to be especially on it.
Yours too."
"We need to sell off assets,
and I have some ideas."
"I don't wanna hear nothing
about selling off assets."
"Sorry, sir.
Both jets are in repairs right now."
"-Can I take you to the Concourse?
-Ok. Thank you, Gerald."
"Call Roger White. Tell him to meet me
in my office with the goddamn plans!"
Charlie.
It'll be fine.
Hey, it's okay.
Things are not fine.
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
"Tradition, discipline, and rules
Must be the tools"
Without them
Disorder!
Catastrophe!
Anarchy!
In short, we have a ghastly mess!
"We'll have catastrophe and disorder
if you're late for school."
Get your backpack and your coat.
"-Aw man!
-""Aw man!"""
You doing okay?
Let me ask you a question.
"-The answer is no.
-You haven't heard the question."
"Oh, I know the question,
and the answer is no."
"Look, Croker Industries
has done a lot of good work."
"-Mostly at your nudging.
-We haven't done half the--"
And what's more, as bad as Charlie can be,
"he'd be so much worse
if you weren't there."
So that's my calling?
"Keeping Charlie Croker
from being at his worst?"
Honey, you make almost $1 million a year.
"-Ouch.
-""Ouch."""
I'm just saying.
"Okay, we have a nice house, a nice life.
One we certainly can't afford"
"on a judge's salary should I get appointed
and give up my practice."
I could always go and work for a law firm.
But would you want that?
"Roger, you have said many times
your job isn't boring."
You said it's even fun some days.
"So, you make a ton of money
at a place where you have fun."
"For most people,
that's like hitting the lottery."
"Yeah, well,
I'm just not convinced it's my calling."
"-I'm ready.
-You're ready."
"-All right.
-Let's go."
Hup, two, three, four, five.
CROKER INDUSTRIES
"I don't know exactly what.
All I know is it can't be good."
"It has something to do
with a big loan restructure meeting."
"I likely won't make it home
in time for dinner."
"All right, I'll pick something up.
You want my specialty?"
Get some milk too, would you?
"I was planning to go
to the market on my way home."
"-Actually, can I just send you a list?
-No problem."
Thanks, honey.
"-I'll call you later. I love you.
-Love you."
I know.
Charlie.
Roger.
Bad day?
I hope yours was better.
"Unfortunately, the loan
was constructed in the bank's favor."
"Now, even if was
to be deemed ambiguous, we'd be in a…"
Roger.
"I think you know me well enough to know
that I can appreciate that you appreciate"
that I need to be told something good.
"Telling me that the loans
were strictly constructed is not good."
I was ambushed.
By the bank.
By Raymond Peepgrass.
I may not be a lawyer,
"but I understand there
to be an implied duty of good faith"
in any business transaction.
Now…
good faith cuts a wide swath.
It includes many things.
What it does not include
is an ass fucking.
"Now, we live
in the United States of America."
"As my attorney,
it becomes incumbent on you"
to fuck these sons of bitches back.
Peepgrass. That cocksucker, Zale.
Especially Zale.
"You are now the fucker-back in chief
of Croker Industries."
You fuck 'em up the ass, on the head,
"look 'em all straight in the eyes
and fuck 'em in the mouth."
"-This is not an appropriate conversation.
-Well, these are not appropriate times!"
Two, three, four, three, two, three, four.
High knee.
Shuffle.
High knee.
Shuffle.
One more time!
Push. Be better.
Good.
Toe, heel, clap.
Good! To the stairs. Let's go!
Don't be last!
Everything hurts.
"-That's the point.
-Pain?"
"Introducing you to muscles
you didn't know you had."
By way of pain?
Why are we in this class? Really?
"I overheard nipple girl, Shirley,
whatever her name is,"
"talking about butt crack surgery.
Who does that?"
Sweetie.
Oh, Miss Areola Grande herself.
Would you look at that?
If I were her mother…
"Which we'd never admit
we were old enough to be."
"Seriously, it's okay
to be out in public like that?"
Okay. May I?
"-Go ahead.
-Are you sure?"
"-I'm a big girl.
-Okay. Well, your objection to her…"
"Let's call it her visibility,
could be because you feel you're lacking,"
and it's probably because of that.
"-Oh please!
-Never mind, ""Oh please."""
"Why can't you just admit it pisses you off
that she's in the picture?"
"I have no desire to be in that picture
or any other with Charlie Croker again."
"But you were in it with him
when he built Atlanta."
"You helped make him. Not your best work.
And seeing her get credit..."
You forget, I was the one who left him.
"The ballet arts gala is coming up.
I bought a table."
"That's pretty much the visibility ball
in Atlanta. You're going."
"Honey, I donate good money
to not go to those types of things."
"Besides, attending in person
won't make me feel any less superfluous."
"Superfluous? Seriously, do you
really wanna be in that picture again?"
Of course not.
Maybe I'd like to be in that one.
"Sweetie, not everybody can be me.
Certainly you know that."
CLEANGIRL
Such a brat.
"RE-ELECT WES JORDAN
FOR MAYOR OF ATLANTA"
Seven hundred thousand?
It's a fair number,
"one which would include and erase
all future child support payments,"
which, conservatively, at 35,000 a month…
"-What?
-It's a fair number."
"Present day value of 700,000
far exceeds any structure--"
It's a very reasonable demand,
"which we have extended
as reasonable people."
This is blackmail.
"-It's extortion.
-It's a fair number."
You should be ashamed of yourself.
"You should be shame.
You put un-prophylact penis in my vagina."
And you squirt desire. You feel shame.
"-Sirja.
-Like fountain."
"I haven't got that kind of money.
Not even close."
Then we do a deposition.
"We ask you hard questions.
Make you out an awful person."
Pay it.
No.
Raymond, this could get a lot dirtier.
"And sometimes, the best thing to do
is just to bend over and take it."
No, I have been bending over and taking it
for my entire fucking life.
I do not have $700,000.
And even if I did,
no.
No.
"-Wally?
-Hey, Mom."
Why aren't you at school?
I'm suspended.
Again?
Didn't they call?
What did you do now?
I am not sure.
"I may have talked
a few kids out of going to college."
So some of the parents complained.
"-What exactly did you say?
-I don't remember word for word."
Try.
"Something about how higher education
is a bit of a racket"
and how they lure applicants
"under the guise of turning them into
poets and philosophers,"
"only to turn out bankers
and lawyers and high-income earners"
"predisposed to feeding
donations back into endowment coffers."
Something like that.
Mostly the football stuff pissed them off.
What football stuff?
"You know, when played correctly,
it causes dementia."
Hey.
Hey, that's my car. Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Excuse me. That's my car.
"-Well, your car is in a red zone.
-What?"
No, I didn't…
Dude, I got pushed in.
"-That truck must've pushed me in.
-Yeah, well, you're in, honey. See?"
"I didn't park in no red zone.
Look. Look at the angle."
"I'm half over the curb. Why would I park
my front wheel over the curb?"
"Okay, this is 3-2-1-7, request for backup
outside of Delver's Market on Columbus."
"-Wait, did you just call for backup?
-Yeah, Delmar's Market, Columbus."
"-Unit 14 is close by.
-You're damaging it, stop."
"-10-4.
-Stop!"
Step away. You'll get hurt.
Hey, that ain't smart.
"Take it off the truck.
I'm here. I can drive off."
You heard her, you're in the red zone.
Hey, you can't get in the car.
"-Red zone!
-This is my car. He's damaging it."
"-All right. Now, deal with these guys.
-Sir!"
"-I was pushed into the red zone.
-You can take that up in traffic court."
"-Traffic court? No.
-Get out, sir."
"-You can't tow with somebody inside.
-I don't have time for this."
"-Out of the car now or I will remove you.
-It's my car."
"-I didn't park in the red zone.
-Get the fuck out of this car now!"
This is not right.
This is not necessary.
Stop it, you're hurting him.
Let him go.
Taser!
CROKER
I'm sorry, you're where?
I'm at the police station.
I've been arrested.
Arrested for what?
They were trying to tow my car.
"A police officer kind of attacked me,
and I sort of fought back."
You did what?
"-Are you all right?
-Yeah."
"But I'm being held overnight
and arraigned in the morning."
Okay, well, just…
Hold on. Give me a second.
Let me figure something out.
Yeah. Okay.
I love you.
Mr. Croker.
I'm really sorry to bother you,
"especially since today has already been
a really stressful day, but…"
What's wrong?
Conrad has been arrested.
"He is in jail,
and I don't know what to do"
other than admit I need help.
He was arrested for what?
He assaulted a police officer.
Conrad did?
"There was a dispute
over a parking violation,"
"which escalated,
and the police officer got violent."
Conrad resisted and now he is in jail,
"and I'm sorry to bother you,
but his arraignment is tomorrow."
"-Who else could I turn to?
-Jill."
I'll get you a lawyer.
Thank you.
Now, take the rest of the night off. Okay?
Okay.
Jilly?
We'll handle this.
Thank you.
Mr. White, hi.
"You can follow me.
The mayor's expecting you."
Thank you.
"-Mr. Mayor.
-Brother White."
Wes.
"My man. You dress up good.
You spiffy up for me?"
"I was just at the Woodruff
for a client thing."
"And you ducked out. Now I feel special.
You hear we beat Tuskegee the other day?"
"Underdogs by three touchdowns.
I dunno, man."
I take that as an omen.
Of what, I know not,
"but Morehouse beating Tuskegee,
it's got to be an omen."
Maybe me getting re-elected.
Kind of made it sound important.
It is.
Norman Bagovitch.
"-What about him?
-Oh, man!"
I see, you still walk on a tight string.
"So that's it, huh? No small talk.
Shoot the shit."
What about Norman Bagovitch?
"Oh, this motherfucker,
he shot up 15 points in the polls"
"the last three weeks
thanks to the good old boys,"
"all because he's riding the wave
of all this bumfuck populism"
and my bum stands to get fucked the most.
Still got your turn of phrase.
Here's my latest,
"When they go low,
I go Roto-Rooter."
Fight shit with shit,
which is where you can be of assistance.
"-Not sure I follow.
-Come on."
"Anybody who thrives
as Charlie Croker's fixer…"
"-I'm not a fixer, I'm of counsel.
-Okay. Let me get to the point."
"I've been sitting
on this oppo research for months"
"because I was hoping
I wouldn't need to use it."
"Seems like buddy boy Bagovitch
used to brag about sexually assaulting"
some woman like 30 or so years ago.
"And back in the day,
he hung with your man, Croker."
They played in the same backfield at Tech.
I was hoping you could help me
"track down the victim,
wherever she may be,"
and get her to come forward.
It's not how I do business, Wes.
"Norman Bagovitch
is the worst kind of racist."
"-He'll set this city--
-This conversation's offensive."
Like I give a fuck. It's me here.
"And I'm giving you an opportunity.
It's a chance to make a difference."
"I do not now,
nor have I ever needed you to matter."
I didn't say all that.
"-I think you did.
-Here's what I will say."
You wanna get in the game,
"you're gonna have to get
some dirt under them pretty fingernails,"
because that's where it's at.
Bagovitch raped a woman.
"Croker knows who.
You need to get him to tell me who it is."
Why can't we just continue it?
"Because we can't.
She flew in from Finland."
"She doesn't have to be
there for a deposition."
It's her right to be there.
"-Raymond, look. What happened last--
-Fuck!"
Ray?
"-Fuck!
-Ray? Raymond?"
Shut the fuck up!
Is everything okay?
Call you back.
You shut up.
"-Do something.
-Both of you shut the fuck up!"
You wanna go?
"Get the fuck out here.
I'm gonna fuck you up."
Are you kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
How we doing, Raymond?
Expecting somebody?
What do you want?
What I want
"is for you and me
to have a little sit-down,"
talk about the big mess you helped make.
That was not my doing.
Let's go sit.
Oh, Mr. Peepy.
I am trying to understand
why you would not tell me this was coming.
See,
"when a suckerfish
lives off a shark's back,"
"licking all his sustenance
off that shark's back,"
"my guess is some appreciation
would accompany such sustenance."
I am not
a suckerfish.
Oh, sure you are.
I am a human being,
"whether you choose
to think of me as one or not."
I'm not a tiny bug put on earth
to do your bidding.
The thing about being human, Raymond,
it can be vulnerable.
"I don't think vulnerable is something
you want to be right now. Not with me."
You have belittled me for too long.
Belittled you?
"I made you,
and I can unmake you just as fast."
Sit down!
You may think you've hit bottom.
You ain't.
"Because after Mr. Zale and the minions
of PlannersBanc are finished with me,"
"they're going to start in on those
in the bank that facilitated those loans."
Here's how this is gonna go.
You're going to get the bank
to call off this default business.
"I couldn't call it off
even if I wanted to."
And I don't want to.
I've taken your shit
for as long as I'm going to take it.
That what you think? Because I don't.
"Every story has
a beginning, middle, and an end."
"What part of the story
you think we're at?"
Get out
of my home,
you fucky fuck.
Fuck!
Get out!
Saddlebags.
We'll see about them saddlebags.
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I don't mean this as a criticism.
Maybe I do.
But when you die,
will people notice?
"When I go, there are gonna be
a lot of memories of me"
by a lot of people,
many who hate me.
Even so,
a person needs to live with vigor.
Otherwise, what's the point?
End of the day,
a man's gotta shake his balls.
10 DAYS EARLIER
CROKER
HAPPY 60TH BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!
Happy birthday, Charlie.
Ray, my good man.
What a wonderful night.
"Isn't it?
Honey, you remember Raymond Peepgrass?"
"-Course, I do.
-Hi."
My Mr. Peepy. You look great, you do.
"-Here's the birthday boy!
-Hey!"
"-Good to see you.
-Jerry, how are you?"
"-Mr. Croker, sir.
-Look at you."
God, you've gotten big.
Joycie girl, did I invite you?
"-The memory's the first thing to go.
-Why would I possibly?"
"So I'd be able to give
your ex-wife a full report."
"I'll be sure to tell her
the party was pure you."
"You're a hoot is what you are.
You look fantastic, by the way."
"-Did we have a little something done?
-Charlie."
"Just a little dignity-ectomy, you know,
to better enjoy your party."
Man, she's good.
Yo, what up, man?
"-What's good?
-Come on."
Damn!
"-Whose house?
-Morehouse!"
"Happy birthday, Charlie!
The man who built Atlanta."
Herb!
Roger!
How's the party? Miss anything exciting?
Full Charlie.
With a splash of Shania Twain.
"-I wouldn't wanna miss that.
-Roger, you well?"
How's things at Croker?
Can't complain. Same old, you know?
"If things ever change
or become too much same old,"
"we're always on the hunt
for good attorneys at Definition."
I'll keep that in mind.
Enjoy the night, much to celebrate.
Looks like we made it
Charlie.
Look how far we've come, my baby
Might have took the long way
But we knew we'd get there someday
They said
I bet
They'll never make it
But just look at us holding on
We're still together…
"-I believe this is where we dance.
-You are so…"
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I...
Thank you kindly, Gerald.
Yes.
Raymond. Harry Zale. Bad time?
No, it's fine.
"So, how was the big party?
I'm told you were there."
"Well, it would have been weird
for me not to have been there."
"He might suspect
something was up if I didn't go."
Well, you didn't tip him off?
Why would I do that?
"Well, I saw a few emails
where he calls you ""Peepy."""
A term of affection for his little friend?
He's not my friend.
He treats me like I'm his butler.
"That explains some of the favorable terms
Mr. Croker seemed to get."
"Listen, Charlie is
a big client of the bank."
He is an even bigger asshole.
"-What's his tell?
-I'm sorry?"
"His tell. I wanna know
when I got Mr. Croker on the squirm."
"Well, if he starts going all Baker County
with his southern drawl,"
that's good.
"The more nervous he gets,
the thicker the accent."
But saddlebags,
that's his tell.
Beg your pardon?
He sweats. Under his armpits.
"He creates these perspiration blotches
that look like saddlebags."
That's when you'll know you've got him.
Don't fold on me tomorrow, Raymond.
"I have been waiting
for this meeting, for this day,"
for a long time.
I will not fold.
Shut up!
I will not fold.
You okay?
Never better.
"-You don't think he's caught any wind?
-Not from me, he hasn't."
"Is the air conditioner still on?
I asked for it to be shut down."
It's off. It's 79 degrees in here.
And about go get hotter.
"Can't hit people in the head.
Flags and video review on every play."
Oh my God, he brought his wife.
Not in my football. How's my tie?
Never looked better.
Can you do this, Raymond?
"All right, ladies and gentlemen.
Let's get started."
"Charlie, I don't think
you've met Harry Zale."
Harry is the head
"of our real estate
asset management department."
"So I asked him here
to get things underway."
Makes sense. Give him hell, Harry.
By the way,
I understand you just had a big birthday.
"-Congratulations on that.
-Why, thank you, Harry."
Okay, then.
"So, Mr. Croker,
why are we having this meeting?"
You called this meeting, my friend.
Oh, I know, but I want to know if you do.
"-You wanna know if I know?
-Yes."
"Think of this
as an AA meeting, Mr. Croker."
"Now that the spree is over,
we want to see some real self-awareness."
Beg your pardon?
There's a problem.
But I want you to tell me what it is.
"Harry, I can't speak
to what your problem is."
"I can tell you that I'm here
to address our situation"
with a business plan.
Our situation?
Do you mean the $800 million
that you owe this bank?
Cause that's my problem.
Wismer.
What do we have for our new friend, Harry?
The underlying assets remain sound.
"Despite market saturation,
the absorption rate of commercial space"
"in metro Atlanta continues
to steadily increase."
"What we're talking about here
is a cash flow situation."
"All we need is
a temporary freeze on three big…"
Can I stop you?
"Mr. Croker, did Mr. Stroock just suggest
a freeze of principal payment?"
"Cause let me tell you
something about loans."
A loan is not a gift,
"and when we make loans,
we actually expect to be paid back."
We fully intend to honor our obligations.
"And when can we expect
to commence with that honoring?"
"Harry, if I could draw your attention
to our commercial real estate projections,"
which I believe--
"It's your projections, sir,
which led us into this ooze."
Now, you look here.
"I didn't make these loans. You people did.
In fact, you came crawling."
"Raymond Peepgrass over there practically
got down on damn knees to beg me."
This is my meeting, not Mr. Peepgrass'.
"That may be so, but my point
is he was your representative,"
and his hope was for Croker Industries--
Mr. Peepgrass' hopes and dreams,
whatever they may be,
"do not take precedent
over the obscene mess we now have."
This bank rose to its glory on my back.
"And now we're looking
to recapture some of that glory."
Plus interest.
Let me ask you something, Harry.
You ever been hunting?
"Ever headed out
in the pickup early in the morning"
"listening to all those boys, talking
about all the birds they're gonna shoot?"
People shoot a lot of birds
"with their mouths
on their way out the field,"
"but there comes a time
when you finally gotta stop the truck,"
pick up a gun and do something with it.
"Down where I grew up in Baker County,
there's a saying,"
"""When the tailgate drops,
the bullshit stops."""
Well,
now the tailgate's done dropped.
"We are here
with a goddamn serious business plan"
"and a proposal
for restructuring these loans."
What we are not here for is a lecture
about the nature of debt management.
"I'm not sure who the hell
you think you're talking to."
"I'm talking to a man
who owes this bank $800 million."
A man who owes six other banks
another $400 million.
A person who is over $1 billion in debt.
I'm talking to a shithead.
I am a legitimate and good businessman.
Nothing here is legitimate, sir.
"This here is one of the worst cases
of corporate mismanagement"
that I have ever seen.
And trust me, I stare down the gullet
of malfeasance every day.
"You, sir, have taken $800 million
from this bank to do what?"
Fly around in your private jets.
"Buy big plantations
so you can shoot quail."
"Think you can just go hog wild,
that nobody can touch you?"
Well, I've got news for you, sir.
This ain't Saturday night no more.
Party's over.
Saddlebags.
You listen here.
"Actually, Mr. Croker,
we're going to pause and take ten"
"to have a lender's cactus,
if you don't mind."
"-Would you excuse us for a bit?
-You're gonna do what?"
Have a brief lender's cactus.
You mean to say "caucus"?
"No, sir, I mean cactus.
With all the pricks on the outside."
We'll try not to keep you waiting long.
"I can't even say
you disappointed me, Raymond."
You tiny little bug.
Good to meet you, Harry.
Pleasure.
"You speak to me
like that in front of my bride…"
Sorry, I didn't realize she'd be here.
"Maybe next time, leave the missus
back home in the trophy case."
Honey.
"-We'll be in touch.
-We will."
Mrs. Croker.
There are things that we can do.
"-Transactions that--
-Gerald. Take me to DeKalb."
"-Yes, sir.
-The airport?"
I need to sit, figure some things.
"-The Boeing.
-Yes, sir."
Oh, Christ.
"-Ma'am.
-Thank you, Gerald."
"Why don't we go home, Charlie?
I can take your mind off all this."
"My mind can't afford
to be off it right now."
"It's got to be especially on it.
Yours too."
"We need to sell off assets,
and I have some ideas."
"I don't wanna hear nothing
about selling off assets."
"Sorry, sir.
Both jets are in repairs right now."
"-Can I take you to the Concourse?
-Ok. Thank you, Gerald."
"Call Roger White. Tell him to meet me
in my office with the goddamn plans!"
Charlie.
It'll be fine.
Hey, it's okay.
Things are not fine.
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
"Tradition, discipline, and rules
Must be the tools"
Without them
Disorder!
Catastrophe!
Anarchy!
In short, we have a ghastly mess!
"We'll have catastrophe and disorder
if you're late for school."
Get your backpack and your coat.
"-Aw man!
-""Aw man!"""
You doing okay?
Let me ask you a question.
"-The answer is no.
-You haven't heard the question."
"Oh, I know the question,
and the answer is no."
"Look, Croker Industries
has done a lot of good work."
"-Mostly at your nudging.
-We haven't done half the--"
And what's more, as bad as Charlie can be,
"he'd be so much worse
if you weren't there."
So that's my calling?
"Keeping Charlie Croker
from being at his worst?"
Honey, you make almost $1 million a year.
"-Ouch.
-""Ouch."""
I'm just saying.
"Okay, we have a nice house, a nice life.
One we certainly can't afford"
"on a judge's salary should I get appointed
and give up my practice."
I could always go and work for a law firm.
But would you want that?
"Roger, you have said many times
your job isn't boring."
You said it's even fun some days.
"So, you make a ton of money
at a place where you have fun."
"For most people,
that's like hitting the lottery."
"Yeah, well,
I'm just not convinced it's my calling."
"-I'm ready.
-You're ready."
"-All right.
-Let's go."
Hup, two, three, four, five.
CROKER INDUSTRIES
"I don't know exactly what.
All I know is it can't be good."
"It has something to do
with a big loan restructure meeting."
"I likely won't make it home
in time for dinner."
"All right, I'll pick something up.
You want my specialty?"
Get some milk too, would you?
"I was planning to go
to the market on my way home."
"-Actually, can I just send you a list?
-No problem."
Thanks, honey.
"-I'll call you later. I love you.
-Love you."
I know.
Charlie.
Roger.
Bad day?
I hope yours was better.
"Unfortunately, the loan
was constructed in the bank's favor."
"Now, even if was
to be deemed ambiguous, we'd be in a…"
Roger.
"I think you know me well enough to know
that I can appreciate that you appreciate"
that I need to be told something good.
"Telling me that the loans
were strictly constructed is not good."
I was ambushed.
By the bank.
By Raymond Peepgrass.
I may not be a lawyer,
"but I understand there
to be an implied duty of good faith"
in any business transaction.
Now…
good faith cuts a wide swath.
It includes many things.
What it does not include
is an ass fucking.
"Now, we live
in the United States of America."
"As my attorney,
it becomes incumbent on you"
to fuck these sons of bitches back.
Peepgrass. That cocksucker, Zale.
Especially Zale.
"You are now the fucker-back in chief
of Croker Industries."
You fuck 'em up the ass, on the head,
"look 'em all straight in the eyes
and fuck 'em in the mouth."
"-This is not an appropriate conversation.
-Well, these are not appropriate times!"
Two, three, four, three, two, three, four.
High knee.
Shuffle.
High knee.
Shuffle.
One more time!
Push. Be better.
Good.
Toe, heel, clap.
Good! To the stairs. Let's go!
Don't be last!
Everything hurts.
"-That's the point.
-Pain?"
"Introducing you to muscles
you didn't know you had."
By way of pain?
Why are we in this class? Really?
"I overheard nipple girl, Shirley,
whatever her name is,"
"talking about butt crack surgery.
Who does that?"
Sweetie.
Oh, Miss Areola Grande herself.
Would you look at that?
If I were her mother…
"Which we'd never admit
we were old enough to be."
"Seriously, it's okay
to be out in public like that?"
Okay. May I?
"-Go ahead.
-Are you sure?"
"-I'm a big girl.
-Okay. Well, your objection to her…"
"Let's call it her visibility,
could be because you feel you're lacking,"
and it's probably because of that.
"-Oh please!
-Never mind, ""Oh please."""
"Why can't you just admit it pisses you off
that she's in the picture?"
"I have no desire to be in that picture
or any other with Charlie Croker again."
"But you were in it with him
when he built Atlanta."
"You helped make him. Not your best work.
And seeing her get credit..."
You forget, I was the one who left him.
"The ballet arts gala is coming up.
I bought a table."
"That's pretty much the visibility ball
in Atlanta. You're going."
"Honey, I donate good money
to not go to those types of things."
"Besides, attending in person
won't make me feel any less superfluous."
"Superfluous? Seriously, do you
really wanna be in that picture again?"
Of course not.
Maybe I'd like to be in that one.
"Sweetie, not everybody can be me.
Certainly you know that."
CLEANGIRL
Such a brat.
"RE-ELECT WES JORDAN
FOR MAYOR OF ATLANTA"
Seven hundred thousand?
It's a fair number,
"one which would include and erase
all future child support payments,"
which, conservatively, at 35,000 a month…
"-What?
-It's a fair number."
"Present day value of 700,000
far exceeds any structure--"
It's a very reasonable demand,
"which we have extended
as reasonable people."
This is blackmail.
"-It's extortion.
-It's a fair number."
You should be ashamed of yourself.
"You should be shame.
You put un-prophylact penis in my vagina."
And you squirt desire. You feel shame.
"-Sirja.
-Like fountain."
"I haven't got that kind of money.
Not even close."
Then we do a deposition.
"We ask you hard questions.
Make you out an awful person."
Pay it.
No.
Raymond, this could get a lot dirtier.
"And sometimes, the best thing to do
is just to bend over and take it."
No, I have been bending over and taking it
for my entire fucking life.
I do not have $700,000.
And even if I did,
no.
No.
"-Wally?
-Hey, Mom."
Why aren't you at school?
I'm suspended.
Again?
Didn't they call?
What did you do now?
I am not sure.
"I may have talked
a few kids out of going to college."
So some of the parents complained.
"-What exactly did you say?
-I don't remember word for word."
Try.
"Something about how higher education
is a bit of a racket"
and how they lure applicants
"under the guise of turning them into
poets and philosophers,"
"only to turn out bankers
and lawyers and high-income earners"
"predisposed to feeding
donations back into endowment coffers."
Something like that.
Mostly the football stuff pissed them off.
What football stuff?
"You know, when played correctly,
it causes dementia."
Hey.
Hey, that's my car. Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Excuse me. That's my car.
"-Well, your car is in a red zone.
-What?"
No, I didn't…
Dude, I got pushed in.
"-That truck must've pushed me in.
-Yeah, well, you're in, honey. See?"
"I didn't park in no red zone.
Look. Look at the angle."
"I'm half over the curb. Why would I park
my front wheel over the curb?"
"Okay, this is 3-2-1-7, request for backup
outside of Delver's Market on Columbus."
"-Wait, did you just call for backup?
-Yeah, Delmar's Market, Columbus."
"-Unit 14 is close by.
-You're damaging it, stop."
"-10-4.
-Stop!"
Step away. You'll get hurt.
Hey, that ain't smart.
"Take it off the truck.
I'm here. I can drive off."
You heard her, you're in the red zone.
Hey, you can't get in the car.
"-Red zone!
-This is my car. He's damaging it."
"-All right. Now, deal with these guys.
-Sir!"
"-I was pushed into the red zone.
-You can take that up in traffic court."
"-Traffic court? No.
-Get out, sir."
"-You can't tow with somebody inside.
-I don't have time for this."
"-Out of the car now or I will remove you.
-It's my car."
"-I didn't park in the red zone.
-Get the fuck out of this car now!"
This is not right.
This is not necessary.
Stop it, you're hurting him.
Let him go.
Taser!
CROKER
I'm sorry, you're where?
I'm at the police station.
I've been arrested.
Arrested for what?
They were trying to tow my car.
"A police officer kind of attacked me,
and I sort of fought back."
You did what?
"-Are you all right?
-Yeah."
"But I'm being held overnight
and arraigned in the morning."
Okay, well, just…
Hold on. Give me a second.
Let me figure something out.
Yeah. Okay.
I love you.
Mr. Croker.
I'm really sorry to bother you,
"especially since today has already been
a really stressful day, but…"
What's wrong?
Conrad has been arrested.
"He is in jail,
and I don't know what to do"
other than admit I need help.
He was arrested for what?
He assaulted a police officer.
Conrad did?
"There was a dispute
over a parking violation,"
"which escalated,
and the police officer got violent."
Conrad resisted and now he is in jail,
"and I'm sorry to bother you,
but his arraignment is tomorrow."
"-Who else could I turn to?
-Jill."
I'll get you a lawyer.
Thank you.
Now, take the rest of the night off. Okay?
Okay.
Jilly?
We'll handle this.
Thank you.
Mr. White, hi.
"You can follow me.
The mayor's expecting you."
Thank you.
"-Mr. Mayor.
-Brother White."
Wes.
"My man. You dress up good.
You spiffy up for me?"
"I was just at the Woodruff
for a client thing."
"And you ducked out. Now I feel special.
You hear we beat Tuskegee the other day?"
"Underdogs by three touchdowns.
I dunno, man."
I take that as an omen.
Of what, I know not,
"but Morehouse beating Tuskegee,
it's got to be an omen."
Maybe me getting re-elected.
Kind of made it sound important.
It is.
Norman Bagovitch.
"-What about him?
-Oh, man!"
I see, you still walk on a tight string.
"So that's it, huh? No small talk.
Shoot the shit."
What about Norman Bagovitch?
"Oh, this motherfucker,
he shot up 15 points in the polls"
"the last three weeks
thanks to the good old boys,"
"all because he's riding the wave
of all this bumfuck populism"
and my bum stands to get fucked the most.
Still got your turn of phrase.
Here's my latest,
"When they go low,
I go Roto-Rooter."
Fight shit with shit,
which is where you can be of assistance.
"-Not sure I follow.
-Come on."
"Anybody who thrives
as Charlie Croker's fixer…"
"-I'm not a fixer, I'm of counsel.
-Okay. Let me get to the point."
"I've been sitting
on this oppo research for months"
"because I was hoping
I wouldn't need to use it."
"Seems like buddy boy Bagovitch
used to brag about sexually assaulting"
some woman like 30 or so years ago.
"And back in the day,
he hung with your man, Croker."
They played in the same backfield at Tech.
I was hoping you could help me
"track down the victim,
wherever she may be,"
and get her to come forward.
It's not how I do business, Wes.
"Norman Bagovitch
is the worst kind of racist."
"-He'll set this city--
-This conversation's offensive."
Like I give a fuck. It's me here.
"And I'm giving you an opportunity.
It's a chance to make a difference."
"I do not now,
nor have I ever needed you to matter."
I didn't say all that.
"-I think you did.
-Here's what I will say."
You wanna get in the game,
"you're gonna have to get
some dirt under them pretty fingernails,"
because that's where it's at.
Bagovitch raped a woman.
"Croker knows who.
You need to get him to tell me who it is."
Why can't we just continue it?
"Because we can't.
She flew in from Finland."
"She doesn't have to be
there for a deposition."
It's her right to be there.
"-Raymond, look. What happened last--
-Fuck!"
Ray?
"-Fuck!
-Ray? Raymond?"
Shut the fuck up!
Is everything okay?
Call you back.
You shut up.
"-Do something.
-Both of you shut the fuck up!"
You wanna go?
"Get the fuck out here.
I'm gonna fuck you up."
Are you kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
How we doing, Raymond?
Expecting somebody?
What do you want?
What I want
"is for you and me
to have a little sit-down,"
talk about the big mess you helped make.
That was not my doing.
Let's go sit.
Oh, Mr. Peepy.
I am trying to understand
why you would not tell me this was coming.
See,
"when a suckerfish
lives off a shark's back,"
"licking all his sustenance
off that shark's back,"
"my guess is some appreciation
would accompany such sustenance."
I am not
a suckerfish.
Oh, sure you are.
I am a human being,
"whether you choose
to think of me as one or not."
I'm not a tiny bug put on earth
to do your bidding.
The thing about being human, Raymond,
it can be vulnerable.
"I don't think vulnerable is something
you want to be right now. Not with me."
You have belittled me for too long.
Belittled you?
"I made you,
and I can unmake you just as fast."
Sit down!
You may think you've hit bottom.
You ain't.
"Because after Mr. Zale and the minions
of PlannersBanc are finished with me,"
"they're going to start in on those
in the bank that facilitated those loans."
Here's how this is gonna go.
You're going to get the bank
to call off this default business.
"I couldn't call it off
even if I wanted to."
And I don't want to.
I've taken your shit
for as long as I'm going to take it.
That what you think? Because I don't.
"Every story has
a beginning, middle, and an end."
"What part of the story
you think we're at?"
Get out
of my home,
you fucky fuck.
Fuck!
Get out!
Saddlebags.
We'll see about them saddlebags.
Übersetzung - Rumänisch
Nu vreau să fiu critic.
Poate că vreau.
Dar, când vei muri,
oamenii vor observa?
"Când nu voi mai fi,
mulți oameni vor avea amintiri cu mine,"
iar mulți mă urăsc. Oricum ar fi,
o persoană trebuie să trăiască cu poftă.
Altfel, ce rost are?
La urma urmei,
un bărbat trebuie să-și lase amprenta.
CU 10 ZILE MAI DEVREME
La mulți ani, Charlie!
Ray, omul meu!
Ce seară minunată!
"Nu-i așa? Scumpo,
îl mai știi pe Raymond Peepgrass?"
"- Normal.
- Bună seara!"
Domnul meu Peepy. Chiar arăți bine.
"- Iată-l pe sărbătorit!
- Bună!"
"- Mă bucur să te văd!
- Jerry, ce faci?"
"- Domnule Croker.
- Ia te uită!"
Ce mare te-ai făcut!
Joycie, fată, te-am invitat?
"- Memoria e prima care dispare.
- De ce aș face-o?"
"Ca să-i pot da fostei tale soții
raportul complet."
"Îi voi spune
că petrecerea a fost în stilul tău."
"Ce glumeață mai ești!
Apropo, arăți nemaipomenit!"
"- Ni s-a făcut ceva?
- Charlie!"
"O mică „demnitat-ectomie”,
ca să mă bucur mai bine de petrecere."
Frate, e bună!
Salutare!
"- Ce faci?
- Haide!"
Fir-ar să fie!
"- Cine-s cei mai tari?
- Morehouse!"
"La mulți ani, Charlie!
Omul care a construit Atlanta."
Herb!
Roger!
Cum e petrecerea? Am ratat ceva?
Charlie sută la sută.
Cu un strop de Shania Twain.
"- N-aș vrea să ratez asta.
- Roger, ești bine?"
Cum merge la Croker?
Nu mă pot plânge. La fel, știi?
"Dacă lucrurile se schimbă
sau te plictisesc,"
"suntem mereu în căutare
de avocați buni la Definition."
Voi ține minte.
Bucură-te de noapte, multe de sărbătorit!
Charlie.
"- Cred că acum e momentul să dansăm.
- Ești atât de…"
Mersi frumos, Gerald.
Da.
Raymond. Harry Zale. Moment nepotrivit?
Nu, e în regulă.
"Cum a fost marea petrecere?
Mi s-a spus că ai fost acolo."
Ar fi fost ciudat să nu fi fost acolo.
"Putea bănui că s-a întâmplat ceva
dacă nu mă duceam."
Și nu i-ai dat de bănuit?
De ce aș face asta?
"Am văzut câteva e-mailuri
în care îți spune „Peepy”."
Un alint pentru prietenul lui?
Nu e prietenul meu.
Mă tratează ca pe majordomul lui.
"Așa se explică condițiile favorabile
pe care domnul Croker părea să le obțină."
"Ascultă, Charlie e
un client mare al băncii."
E un nemernic și mai mare.
"- Cum se dă de gol?
- Poftim?"
"Cum se dă de gol.
Vreau să știu când are emoții."
"Dacă începe să facă ca în districtul Baker
cu accentul lui de sudist,"
e de bine.
"Cu cât devine mai agitat,
cu atât accentul e mai intens."
Dar urmele,
cu astea se dă de gol.
Poftim?
Transpiră. La subraț.
"Se creează niște urme de transpirație
care arată ca niște desagi."
Atunci vei ști că l-ai prins.
Să nu dai greș mâine, Raymond!
Am așteptat această întâlnire, această zi,
de mult timp.
Nu voi da greș.
Tăceți!
Nu voi da greș.
Te simți bine?
Mai bine ca oricând.
"- Nu crezi că s-a prins, nu?
- Nu de la mine, nu."
"Aerul condiționat e încă pornit?
Am cerut să fie închis."
E închis. Sunt 26 de grade aici.
Și se va încălzi mai tare.
Nu mai poți lovi lumea în cap.
Sancțiuni și reluări la fiecare meci.
Doamne, și-a adus soția!
Nu în fotbalul meu. Cum e cravata?
Arăți superb.
Poți să o faci, Raymond?
Bine, doamnelor și domnilor. Să începem!
Charlie, nu cred că îl știi pe Harry Zale.
Harry e șeful
"departamentului de management
al activelor imobiliare."
"Așa că l-am chemat
pentru a pune lucrurile în mișcare."
Are sens. Arată-le tu, Harry!
Apropo,
înțeleg că tocmai v-ați serbat ziua.
"- Felicitări!
- Mulțumesc, Harry."
Bine, atunci.
"Domnule Croker,
de ce avem această întâlnire?"
Tu ai convocat întâlnirea, amice.
Știu, dar vreau să știu dacă dv. știți.
"- Vrei să știi dacă eu știu?
- Da."
"Gândiți-vă că e o întâlnire a AA,
domnule Croker!"
"Acum că petrecerea s-a terminat,
vrem să vedem conștiința de sine."
Pardon?
"Există o problemă.
Dar vreau să-mi spuneți despre ce e vorba."
"Harry, n-aș ști să spun
care e problema ta."
"Vă pot spune că am venit
ca să ne rezolv situația"
cu un plan de afaceri.
Situația noastră?
Vă referiți la cele 800 de milioane
pe care le datorați băncii?
Fiindcă asta e problema mea.
Wismer.
Ce avem pentru noul nostru prieten, Harry?
Activele de bază rămân sigure.
"În ciuda saturației pieței,
rata de absorbție a spațiului comercial"
din Atlanta continuă să crească constant.
Vorbim despre un flux de numerar.
"Avem nevoie
doar de înghețarea temporară a trei…"
Pot să vă opresc?
"Domnule Croker, domnul Stroock a sugerat
înghețarea plății soldului principalului?"
Să vă spun ceva despre împrumuturi!
Un împrumut nu e un cadou,
"iar, când facem împrumuturi,
ne așteptăm să primim banii înapoi."
Intenționăm să ne onorăm obligațiile.
Și când puteți începe cu această onorare?
"Harry, vă pot atrage atenția
asupra previziunilor imobiliare comerciale"
despre care cred…
"Proiecțiile dumneavoastră, domnule,
ne-au dus în această mocirlă."
Să ne înțelegem!
"Nu eu am făcut împrumuturile, ci voi.
M-ați implorat."
"Raymond Peepgrass
s-a pus în genunchi ca să mă implore."
E ședința mea, nu a domnului Peepgrass.
Așa o fi, dar era reprezentantul vostru
și spera ca Croker Industries…
Speranțele și visurile dlui Peepgrass,
oricare ar fi ele,
"nu au prioritate asupra mizeriei oribile
în care ne aflăm."
"Banca asta și-a construit gloria
pe spatele meu."
"Iar acum vrem
să ne recâștigăm din acea glorie."
Plus dobândă.
Să te întreb ceva, Harry!
Ai vânat vreodată?
"Te-ai dus vreodată în camionetă
dis-de-dimineață,"
ascultându-i pe băieți,
"vorbind despre păsările
pe care o să le împuște?"
"Lumea împușcă multe păsări cu gura,
când pornește pe câmp,"
"dar vine clipa când trebuie să oprești
mașina, să iei arma și să faci ceva cu ea."
"În districtul Baker,
unde am crescut, e o vorbă:"
"„Când hayonul se rabatează,
prostiile încetează.”"
Ei bine,
acum hayonul e rabatat.
Suntem aici cu un plan de afaceri serios
"și o propunere
pentru restructurarea împrumuturilor."
Nu suntem aici pentru o prelegere
despre natura gestionării datoriilor.
Nu știu cu cine naiba crezi că vorbești.
"Cu un om care datorează băncii
800 de milioane de dolari."
Un om care datorează altor șase bănci
încă 400 de milioane de dolari.
"O persoană care are datorii
de peste un miliard de dolari."
Vorbesc cu un idiot.
Sunt un om de afaceri legitim și bun.
Nimic nu e legitim aici, domnule.
"E unul dintre cele mai grave cazuri
de proastă gestionare corporatistă"
pe care le-am văzut.
Și, credeți-mă, privesc în fiecare zi
în sacul cu abuzuri.
"Domnule, ați luat 800 de milioane
de dolari de la bancă pentru ce?"
Ca să zburați cu avioane private.
"Ca să cumpărați plantații mari,
ca să împușcați prepelițe."
Vă faceți de cap, fără nicio consecință?
Să vă spun o noutate!
Nu mai e sâmbătă seara.
Gata cu petrecerea.
Desagi.
Ascultă aici!
"De fapt, domnule Croker,
facem o pauză de zece minute"
pentru o discuție între oameni.
"- Ne scuzați puțin?
- Ce să faceți?"
O discuție între oameni.
Cum adică?
Adică pe derbedei îi trimitem afară.
Nu vă lăsăm să așteptați mult.
Nu pot spune că m-ai dezamăgit, Raymond.
Gândăcel mic!
Mi-a părut bine, Harry!
Asemenea!
Dacă-mi mai vorbești așa în fața ei…
"Mă scuzați,
nu mi-am dat seama că va fi aici."
"Poate data viitoare o lăsați acasă,
în vitrină."
Scumpule!
"- Ținem legătura!
- Da."
Doamnă Croker.
Putem face anumite lucruri.
"- Tranzacții care…
- Gerald! Du-mă la DeKalb!"
"- Da, domnule.
- La aeroport?"
Trebuie să mă gândesc bine.
"- Boeingul.
- Sigur."
Doamne sfinte!
"- Doamnă.
- Mulțumesc, Gerald."
"Ce-ar fi să mergem acasă?
Te ajut să nu te mai gândești la asta."
Nu-mi permit asta acum.
Asta trebuie să fac. Și tu la fel.
"Trebuie să vindem activele
și am niște idei."
"Nu vreau să aud nimic
despre vânzarea activelor."
"Scuze, domnule.
Ambele avioane sunt în reparații."
"- Vă duc la Concourse?
- Bine. Mersi, Gerald."
"Sună-l pe Roger White! Să vină
în biroul meu cu planurile alea!"
Charlie!
Va fi bine.
E în regulă!
Lucrurile nu sunt bine.
O bancă britanică e condusă cu precizie
O casă britanică necesită același lucru
"Tradiția, disciplina și regulile
Trebuie să fie instrumentele"
Fără ele
Haos!
Catastrofă!
Anarhie!
Pe scurt, avem o dezordine groaznică!
"Vom avea catastrofă și dezordine
dacă întârzii la școală."
Ia-ți rucsacul și haina!
"- Măi să fie!
- „Măi să fie!”"
Te simți bine?
Am o întrebare.
"- Răspunsul e nu.
- N-ai auzit întrebarea."
Știu întrebarea, iar răspunsul e nu.
Croker Industries a făcut o treabă bună.
"- La îndemnul tău.
- Nu am făcut nici jumătate din..."
"Și, în plus,
pe cât de rău poate fi Charlie,"
ar fi mult mai rău dacă nu ai fi acolo.
Asta e menirea mea?
"Să-l împiedic
pe Charlie Croker să fie rău?"
"Scumpule, faci aproape
un milion de dolari pe an."
"- Au!
- „Au!”"
Ziceam și eu.
"Bine, avem o casă și o viață frumoase,
pe care nu ni le-am permite"
"din salariul unui judecător
dacă sunt numită și renunț la cabinet."
"Aș putea să lucrez
la o firmă de avocatură."
Dar ai vrea asta?
"Roger, ai spus de multe ori
că slujba ta nu e plictisitoare."
Ai zis că uneori e distractivă.
"Deci faci o grămadă de bani
într-un loc în care te distrezi."
E de parcă ai câștiga la loterie.
Nu sunt convins că e chemarea mea.
"- Sunt gata.
- Ești gata."
"- Bine.
- Să mergem!"
Unu, doi, trei, patru, cinci.
"Nu știu exact ce.
Tot ce știu e că nu poate fi bine."
"Are legătură cu o ședință
de restructurare a împrumuturilor."
Probabil nu ajung la timp pentru cină.
Bine, iau eu ceva. Vrei specialitatea mea?
Ia și niște lapte, te rog?
"Plănuiam să merg
la piață în drum spre casă."
"- De fapt, îți trimit o listă?
- Nicio problemă."
Mersi, scumpule.
"- Te sun mai târziu. Te iubesc!
- Te iubesc."
Știu.
Charlie.
Roger.
O zi proastă?
Sper că a ta a fost mai bună.
"Din păcate, împrumutul
a fost construit în favoarea băncii."
"Chiar dacă ar fi considerat ambiguu,
am fi în…"
Roger.
"Cred că mă cunoști destul de bine
ca să știi că pot aprecia că tu apreciezi"
că trebuie să mi se spună ceva bun.
"Nu e bine să-mi spui că împrumutul
a fost construit în favoarea băncii."
Am fost atacat.
De bancă.
De Raymond Peepgrass.
"N-oi fi avocat, dar înțeleg
că există o obligație de bună-credință"
în orice tranzacție.
Acum…
buna-credință acoperă o zonă largă.
Include multe lucruri.
Dar nu include
un futai pe la spate.
Locuim în Statele Unite.
Ca avocat al meu, e de datoria ta
să-i fuți la rândul tău pe ticăloși.
Pe Peepgrass. Pe muistul de Zale.
Mai ales pe Zale.
"Acum ești șeful „le-o arăt lor”
de la Croker Industries."
Îi fuți în cur, în cap,
te uiți în ochii lor și îi fuți în gură.
"- Nu e o conversație potrivită.
- Nu sunt vremuri potrivite!"
Doi, trei, patru, trei, doi, trei, patru!
Genunchiul sus!
Alternați!
Genunchiul sus!
Alternați!
Încă o dată!
Haideți! Mai bine!
E bine.
Deget, călcâi, bateți palmele!
Bun! Pe scări! Să mergem!
Nu fi ultima!
Mă doare tot.
"- Asta e ideea.
- Durerea?"
"Ai aflat de mușchi
pe care nu știai că îi ai."
Prin durere?
De ce suntem la cursul ăsta? Pe bune?
"Am auzit-o pe fata-sfârc, pe Shirley,
sau cum o cheamă,"
"vorbind despre operarea feselor.
Cine face asta?"
Scumpo.
Domnișoara Areola Grande.
Ia te uită!
Dacă aș fi mama ei…
"N-ai recunoaște vreodată
că ești așa de bătrână."
Chiar e-n regulă să ieși așa în public?
Bine. Pot?
"- Haide!
- Sigur?"
"- Sunt fată mare.
- Bine. Obiecția ta față de ea…"
"Să-i spunem vizibilitatea ei, ar putea fi
pentru că simți că îți lipsește"
și probabil din cauza asta.
"- Fii serioasă!
- Lasă asta!"
"De ce nu recunoști că te enervează
că e în poză?"
"Nu vreau să mai fiu în acea poză
sau în alta cu Charlie Croker."
"Dar ai fost cu el
când a construit Atlanta."
"L-ai ajutat. Nu e cea mai bună lucrare
a ta. Și dându-i-se merit ei…"
Uiți că eu l-am părăsit.
Se apropie gala de balet. Am luat bilete.
"Mai multă vizibilitate în Atlanta
nu există. Te duci."
"Iubito, donez bani frumoși
ca să nu merg la așa ceva."
"În plus, dacă particip personal,
nu mă simt mai puțin inutilă."
"Inutilă? Serios, chiar vrei
să fii din nou în poza aceea?"
Sigur că nu.
Poate mi-ar plăcea să fiu acolo.
"Scumpo, nu toți pot fi ca mine.
Cu siguranță știi asta."
Ce obraznică ești!
Șapte sute de mii?
E o sumă corectă,
"care să includă și să șteargă
plățile viitoare de pensie alimentară,"
care, neoficial, la 35.000 pe lună…
"- Ce?
- E o sumă corectă."
"Valoarea actuală de 700.000
depășește cu mult orice structură…"
E o cerere rezonabilă,
solicitată ca oameni rezonabili.
E șantaj.
"- E șantaj.
- E o sumă corectă."
Să-ți fie rușine!
"Ție ar trebui să-ți fie!
Mi-ai băgat un penis neprotejat în vagin."
Și ai împroșcat dorința. Ție să-ți fie!
"- Sirja.
- Ca o fântână."
Nu am atâția bani. Nici pe departe!
Atunci, o depoziție.
"Punem întrebări grele.
Facem din tine un om groaznic."
Plătește!
Nu.
Raymond, s-ar putea complica mai tare.
"Uneori, cel mai bine e
să te apleci și să o iei."
Nu, m-am aplecat și am luat-o
întreaga mea viață.
Nu am 700.000 de dolari.
Și, chiar dacă aș avea,
nu!
Nu!
"- Wally?
- Bună, mamă!"
De ce nu ești la școală?
Sunt suspendat.
Iar?
Nu au sunat?
Ce ai mai făcut?
Nu sunt sigur.
"Poate am convins
câțiva copii să nu meargă la facultate."
Unii părinți s-au plâns.
"- Ce ai spus, mai exact?
- Nu-mi amintesc cuvânt cu cuvânt."
Încearcă!
"Ceva despre cum învățământul superior e
o mică șarlatanie"
și cum îi atrag pe candidați
"sub pretextul de a-i transforma
în poeți și filozofi,"
"ca să ajungă bancheri,
avocați și oameni cu venituri mari,"
"predispuși să aprovizioneze
cuferele fundațiilor cu donații."
Sau așa ceva.
Chestia despre fotbal i-a enervat.
Ce chestie?
Când e jucat corect, provoacă demență.
Hei!
E mașina mea. Hei!
Hei!
Hei!
Mă scuzați! E mașina mea.
"- Mașina dv. e în zona roșie.
- Ce?"
Nu, nu e…
Am fost împins înăuntru.
"- Mașina aia m-a împins.
- Ești înăuntru, dragă. Vezi?"
"N-am parcat în zona roșie.
Uitați-vă la unghi!"
"Sunt pe jumătate peste bordură.
De ce aș parca așa?"
"Bine, aici 3-2-1-7, cerere de întăriri,
în față la Delmar's Market, pe Columbus."
"- Ați chemat întăriri?
- Delmar's Market, Columbus."
"- Unitatea 14 e aproape.
- O stricați, încetați!"
"- 10-4.
- Stați!"
Dă-te jos! Te vei răni.
Nu e inteligent.
Dă-o jos! Sunt aici. Pot să plec cu ea.
Ai auzit-o, e în zona roșie.
Nu te poți urca în mașină!
"- Roșie!
- E mașina mea. O strică."
"- Bine. Vorbește cu ei!
- Domnule!"
"- Am fost împins.
- Adresați-vă tribunalului de circulație!"
"- Tribunalului? Nu.
- Coborâți!"
"- Nu poți tracta cu cineva înăuntru.
- N-avem timp."
"- Ieșiți sau vă scot cu forța!
- E mașina mea."
"- N-am parcat în zona roșie.
- Ieșiți naibii din mașină acum!"
Nu e corect.
Nu e nevoie.
Încetează, îl rănești!
Dă-i drumul!
Pistol cu electroșocuri!
Pardon, unde ești?
Sunt la secția de poliție.
Am fost arestat.
Pentru ce?
Au încercat să-mi tracteze mașina.
"Un polițist m-a atacat,
iar eu am ripostat."
Ce ai făcut?
"- Ești bine?
- Da."
"Dar sunt reținut peste noapte
și acuzat dimineață."
Bine, stai puțin…
Stai puțin! Lasă-mă o secundă!
Lasă-mă să găsesc o soluție!
Da. Bine.
Te iubesc!
Domnule Croker.
Îmi pare rău că vă deranjez,
"mai ales că azi a fost deja
o zi foarte stresantă, dar…"
Ce s-a întâmplat?
Conrad a fost arestat.
"E la închisoare și nu știu ce să fac
decât să recunosc că am nevoie de ajutor."
Pentru ce a fost arestat?
A atacat un polițist.
Conrad?
"O dispută legată
de încălcarea regulilor de parcare,"
polițistul a devenit violent.
Conrad s-a opus, acum e la închisoare
"și îmi pare rău că vă deranjez,
dar punerea sub acuzare e mâine."
"- La cine să apelez?
- Jill."
Îți găsesc un avocat.
Mulțumesc.
Ia-ți liber pentru restul serii! Da?
Bine.
Jilly?
Ne ocupăm noi.
Mulțumesc.
Dle White, bună seara!
Veniți cu mine! Dl primar vă așteaptă.
Mulțumesc.
"- Dle primar.
- Frate White."
Wes!
"Omul meu. Ce bine arăți!
Te-ai aranjat pentru mine?"
Am fost la Woodruff pentru un client.
"Și te-ai furișat. Mă simt special.
Ai auzit că i-am bătut pe Tuskegee?"
"Se așteptau să pierdem la trei eseuri.
Nu știu."
O iau ca pe un semn.
Nu știu ce fel de semn,
"dar Morehouse să-i învingă pe Tuskegee,
trebuie să fie un semn."
Poate voi fi reales.
Părea important.
Da, este.
Norman Bagovitch.
"- Ce e cu el?
- Frate!"
Vrei să trecem la subiect.
Așa stăm? Fără pălăvrăgeală?
Ce e cu el?
"Nenorocitul a crescut
cu 15 puncte în sondaje"
"în ultimele trei săptămâni,
din cauza meltenilor,"
"pentru că e pe valul de populism
din Îndoseni"
și eu o să mi-o iau în dos.
Încă te pricepi la vorbe.
Cele mai recente:
„Când ei se înjosesc,
noi ne mânjim.”
Rahatul e combătut tot cu rahat
și aici poți să mă ajuți.
"- Nu înțeleg.
- Zău așa!"
"Cine prosperă
aranjându-i afacerile lui Charlie Croker…"
"- Eu sunt avocatul lui.
- Bine. Să trec la subiect!"
"Am ascuns o cercetare a opoziției
luni de zile,"
pentru că speram să nu o folosesc.
"Se pare că Bagovitch se lăuda
că a agresat sexual o femeie"
acum vreo 30 de ani.
"Pe vremuri,
era prieten cu omul tău, Croker."
Au jucat fotbal la Tech.
Speram să mă ajuți
să o găsesc pe victimă, oriunde ar fi,
și să o faci să mărturisească.
Nu așa lucrez, Wes.
Norman Bagovitch e cel mai rău rasist.
"- O să dea…
- Conversația mă jignește."
Mi se rupe! Doar mă știi.
"Și îți ofer o șansă.
E șansa de a schimba ceva."
Nu am nevoie de tine ca să contez.
N-am zis asta.
"- Ba cred că da.
- Uite ce voi spune!"
Dacă vrei să intri în joc,
"trebuie să-ți murdărești
mânuțele alea frumoase,"
pentru că așa se face.
Bagovitch a violat o femeie.
"Croker știe pe cine.
Trebuie să-l faci să-mi spună cine e."
De ce nu putem continua?
Pentru că nu putem. A venit din Finlanda.
"Nu e nevoie să fie acolo
pentru o depoziție."
E dreptul ei să fie acolo.
"- Raymond. Ce s-a întâmplat…
- Futu-i!"
Ray?
"- Futu-i!
- Ray? Raymond?"
Taci dracului!
E totul în regulă?
Te sun mai târziu.
Tu să taci!
"- Fă ceva!
- Tăceți amândoi!"
Vrei să ne batem?
Liniștește-te sau îți arăt eu!
Glumești?
Îți bați joc de mine?
Cum merge, Raymond?
Aștepți pe cineva?
Ce vreți?
Vreau ca noi doi
să stăm jos și să vorbim
despre dezastrul pe care l-ai făcut.
N-a fost vina mea.
Să ne așezăm!
Domnule Peepy.
Încerc să înțeleg
de ce nu mi-ai spus ce va urma.
Vezi,
"când un pește-ventuză trăiește
pe spatele unui rechin,"
"sugând toată hrana
de pe spatele rechinului,"
"bănuiesc că o oarecare apreciere
ar însoți o astfel de hrănire."
Nu sunt
un pește-ventuză.
Ba sigur că da!
Sunt o ființă umană,
"fie că alegeți
să mă vedeți așa, fie că nu."
"Nu sunt un gândac micuț pus pe pământ
ca să vă îndeplinească poruncile."
A fi om, Raymond,
înseamnă să fii vulnerabil.
"Nu cred că vrei
să fii vulnerabil acum. Nu cu mine."
M-ați umilit prea mult.
Te-am umilit?
"Eu te-am făcut și pot să te distrug
la fel de ușor."
Stai jos!
Poate crezi că ai ajuns la fund.
Nu e așa.
"După ce dl Zale și slujitorii
de la PlannersBanc vor termina cu mine,"
"vor începe
cu cei care au facilitat împrumuturile."
Uite cum va decurge!
Vei convinge banca
să anuleze această afacere de neplată.
N-aș putea anula-o nici dacă aș vrea.
Și nu vreau.
V-am suportat căcaturile
destul timp.
Asta crezi? Pentru că eu, nu.
"Fiecare poveste are
un început, un mijloc și un sfârșit."
În ce parte a poveștii crezi că suntem?
Afară
din casa mea,
boul dracului!
Futu-i!
Afară!
Desagi.
Mai vedem noi despre desagile alea.
Subtitrarea: Andra Foca
My journey began in 2010 in natural language processing, gradually transitioning afterwards to translating. In 2015 I had a breakthrough in subtitling and have since worked on over 200 titles for major VOD platforms and theatrical releases, handling translation, quality check, timing, spotting and style guides. My expertise spans numerous subtitling tools, platforms, guidelines, and specifications, ensuring a high level of adaptability and precision in my work. You can find more details about my portfolio and experience on my website: https://andrafoca-avt.com/.
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