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Hey! Hey mate!
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What...the fuck?
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Take it easy man. I was just gonna say…
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...can you cross to the other side of the road?
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For what?
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Ah. You’ll write something?
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How did you get it?
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Well you got a paint bucket.
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What are you gonna write? Found anything showy?
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Well… Damn with…
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Wait, write something like
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“If loving is a crime, I shall be executed”... How’s that?
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What?
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Nope. Write this;
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“ Today I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.”
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All right, fine… Just give me some space.
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No worries. I haven't seen you, heard you. You just go on, all right?
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No I’m just saying it so you don’t get paint spilt on you or anything…
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Just look at me, what if I do… Come on.
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I just wanted to warn.
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Thanks bro, go on.
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Hey! Hey!
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What the heck?
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Chill man... I was gonna ask…
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What's that thing out there? A wine bottle?
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Let me take a look.
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Look, just across the street.
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It would be empty. Tramps leave them lying around.
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But this one seems full.
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Dude, it's probably empty…
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Free wine would've been nice...
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You kiddin’ me?
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Let me check it for you then?
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Wait, wait. I'll have a look. You wait here. You do your thing.
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Enjoy.
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Cheers. You know that bottle… it turned out to be full...
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Would you want some? Actually it's empty now.
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Don't worry, but I was gonna ask for something else.
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Like what...
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Can you do me a favor?
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Can you wait in that corner and whistle if someone comes over?
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Don't chicken out mate. It's love, you gotta write it everywhere.
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Yeah but this love is kinda different.
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This is the proletarians’ love for a free world. Get it?
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Pro..pro..What?
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Well how to put it... It's the love for a free, equal world where no one exploits the other.
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Ahh.. You're anarchic.
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No, no... I just want those workers in the factory and you too, to have a full pocket as much everyone else.
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By writing on walls?
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That's part of it.
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Well, can you have a look around the corner for me then?
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Shush, shush, shush…
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Yes sir!
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Don't shout, don't shout.
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I spilled the paint. I need to make more. Got some water?
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No mate.
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Stop. Not there. Not there.
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What now mate?
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I needed your pee.
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Just ran out now mate.
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The hell with the pee bro. I say we clean it with a rag.
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Yeah but where' you gonna get the rag?
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That's what I'm saying. Where do we get it?
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Best you give me that top of yours, it's old anyway.
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Fuck off. It's cold.
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My shit’s freezing here.
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Who are we fighting for?
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Which community, which egality, what brothership?
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Who are we fighting for? For us all, all!
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We will become one, so the labor can rule.
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The power of youth, the power of labor will unite on the streets.
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Do you have something like a cane?
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I'm asking you. Do you have something like a cane?
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Are we in the sulks now?
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Won’t we talk? You aren't even up for a bit of a chit- chat.
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Ok don't speak. Nod, do you have a cain?
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Come on give me a hand to reach that branch.
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Hold me...
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Right… Right…
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Too much now... A bit left… Left… The other left...
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Right… A bit more… Stop... Stop...
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Come on you pull it too.. Hang on...
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Hang on...
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Give me that shoe.
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Dude I really feel bad parting like this.
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Then let’s not…
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How come???
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Here, let me explain...
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Let go...
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I’m Commissioner Nihat from the political crime department.
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Officer but you got me wrong now…
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Sure, if I’m misunderstood, tell the others at the station again. All right?
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Come on now, come on...
