I'll be right back.
The bar is closed. Unfortunately, we cannot serve you.
No service.
Serve him, brother.
But the bar is closed.
- Come on! - Alright, whatever.
"Something"
Attack.
Today...
...you get to choose.
I'm home.
I have to eat reasonably quickly.
I have an appointment at 9:00 PM.
You should come along.
Who are these men? What do they want?
Why are you doing this?
I have money.
Please, he is only ten years old.
He's only ten years old.
You ain't so proud now bitch.
Who are you?
Get up!
Where is the money?
I don't have any money!
Where is the money?
Bitch.
Bitch, come back.
Bitch.
I'm going to kill you, fucking bitch.
- Where is my phone? - Don't know?
- Is it yours? - Not mine.
It's not mine!
Is it yours?
Where the fuck is it?
Damn, where's that sound coming from?
Hey, that's your phone. Right?
- Found it. Have a look. - Yes.
This is yours, right?