Fuck's sake! Damn it!
Damn it. You've got to be kidding me!
Look at that, for fucks sake!
Damn it! Fucking hell!
- Pardon me, sir. - You stupid fucking asshole.
- What the fuck were you doing? - I'm terribly sorry. All my fault.
How much would it take to make this right?
You think money can fix everything, in your fucking BMW, you shithead.
I'm gonna be in trouble with my boss over this.
I could lose a month's work. Look at this shit.
How much is a month's salary?
I'll cover it.
No, no, no. That simply won't do.
We're waiting for the police.
I need a report.
This guy just went straight into the back of me.
- Documentation, both of you, please. - Yes, of course.
Dandy, he should learn how to drive, damn it!
- Is this your car? - It's a rental, actually.
A guy that doesn't even know how to drive.
Identity cards, please.
Yes, I'm coming.
Both?
Yeah.
Here you go.
He should buy another one, I need mine to work.
- You rented the car in Munich? - Yes.
I hope we can resolve this without too much fuss--
What were you doing in Munich?
Sightseeing. It's a beautiful city.
- When did you leave? - Last night.
I need to see inside your car.
Of course.
Open this please.
Stand away from the car.
Stand back.
- It was his fault. You heard him. - Be quiet, please!
Catch!
No, Mama. No.
No police.
But he has guns, Alvaro. He has guns.
This isn't something you and your friends can sort out.
It's him, right?
It's him?
with blood in your veins.
Step forward.
Next, please.
Please raise your hands.
Next, please.
Sorry. I must check you.
- Yes, that's mine. Thanks, man. - You're welcome.
Step forward.
Please raise your hands. Thanks.
Done.
Next, please. Phone on the tray.
Thank you.
Stage 1 engaged, opening the acoustic wall.
Fuck. I'm not bothered.
Let's put it behind the boxes.
Sure.
All right, we're done here. What's next?
Again?
I'm telling you,
he's such a nuisance after becoming a team lead.
Opening the sound canopy in four, three, two...
Has anyone handed a phone in?
No, nothing here.