Chalga (2023) Movie Script
Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment we've all been waiting for.
The Last Song.
The last performer.
The last dream come true.
Because that's what we do here
at your favorite "Music Talent".
We make your dreams come true.
Ladies and gentlemen, Barbara!
Good luck!
For as long as I can remember
I dreamed of becoming a singer.
And what else was there to dream of?
They say we only like what we know.
So true!
That's how it was with me.
What do you want to know about me?
Details like my name,
my age or my birthplace?
Okay. I'm Barbara.
I am 20 and two years ago
I finished school.
- I don't know. I don't like it.
- Looks good on you!
- You're gonna kill that Aurora girl.
- I still don't know if she'll hear me.
How could she not want to, huh?
I also work as a sales consultant
in a supermarket.
It was supposed to be temporary,
but you know how it goes.
I've been here for two years now.
I take care of myself
and help the family budget.
And the work is not bad either.
I get to interact with people.
I'll eat your sweet peach.
I like to have fun.
I like going out with friends, dancing.
The things every girl my age
likes to do.
Fucking hot chicks!
My family is completely normal!
Ordinary in every sense of the word.
Enough. This is nonsense.
What's the use of discussing
everyday stuff?
"A man is as big, as his dreams!"
- Hey, Nayden!
- What?
You're drunk! That's what!
You'll get us in trouble.
What do you care? You only love once.
Come on!
CHALGA
It's over.
- Come on, we'll miss the whole thing!
- Wait, Barbara!
I'll arrange a meeting for you there.
But will she hear me?
- Will she hear me sing?
- Yes.
She will.
Oh, how I love you, Nayden!
Aurora!
Oh my god, thank you!
Nayden, this is her car!
I saw it in "Paparazzi".
- Come on, let's go in!
- Wait!
- How do I look? Is my makeup smudged?
- Enough, Barbie!
So you want to be a singer?
Can you sing?
I know all of your songs by heart.
You have charisma,
but something's lacking.
And you...
Don't you want to hear me sing?
Call me when you're ready.
She told me to call her when I was ready.
See?
I told you I would keep my promise.
But now you'll have to return the favor.
You know how it is.
Did you see how beautiful she is?
Barbara!
Yes.
The son of the boss.
- What zodiac sign are you?
- Cancer.
You are unique! Top class.
God, I can't believe it!
Is today some kind of miracle day?
You finally accepted my invitation.
Well Lizzie,
you know I'd do anything for you.
One year, girl,
I've been chasing after you.
For a 30 minute guest spot.
I'm sorry. I really do my best.
And what are you so busy with?
What are you up to?
I'm preparing my next album.
I'm writing a script
for my new music video.
I'm arranging the tour in Dubai.
I want to live your life for 5 minutes,
girl.
Trust me, you don't.
Tell about the new TV show.
You star alongside Ivaylo Zahariev.
Well... What can I say?
It was a challenge,
but thank God, Ivcho helped me a lot.
He helps me, takes care of me
and is a very handsome man.
Damn! My knees are weak.
What is it like to be Bulgaria's
brightest star, Barbara?
Well, a dream come true.
Trash.
How was the audition?
Are you going to be a singer now?
How many men in the jury? One? Two?
Between the sheets
in the hotel bedroom?
You think I don't know?
The whole town knows.
Wipe the window, trash!
Where are you taking the suitcase?
- To the beach.
- Where?
- Are you deaf? To the beach.
- The beach?
- No one left to fuck locally?
- Dumbass.
She's right! You are dumb as fuck.
- Imbecile.
- Me?
She fucked the whole city. Let her go.
Maybe they'll pay her there.
Come on, go with her, slut.
Let's see who will take you.
I can't take it anymore. I'm out of here!
Where are you going?
Sweetheart, where are you going?
Baby! Where are you going?
To Golden Sands!
I will follow my dreams!
If I could turn back time
I would follow, but no.
If I can make some money
for a boob job, I'll be a star!
- Mark my words. I'm gonna be a star.
- You will, darling.
You will. I know it. I feel it in here.
We'll be watching you on TV
and you'll be making tons of money.
There comes a time in every
young person's life,
when we need to leave the nest
and carve our own path.
Later I realized there's a difference
between knowing the path and walking it.
But I had already made my choice.
There was no going back.
Hi, I'm Lizzie Popp
and I am in sunny Varna.
"Music Dreams TV" will find the answer
to the most frequently asked question.
Which question?
What kind of women do Bulgarian men like?
Let's check together.
Beautiful, well maintained.
Gracious, radiant, women who stand out.
I don't care what kind of woman she is,
as long as she has a pair
of nice big breasts like you.
I'm satisfied with this answer.
Until next time with more
interesting questions.
You are so, so beautiful.
You look like a star.
- How do you curl your hair like that?
- They curl it for me.
In the beauty salon.
That's why you're so beautiful, isn't it?
Beautiful, but not perfect.
Remember one thing.
Always strive for perfection. Always.
And follow your dreams. Understand?
Don't listen to anyone.
Because only God can judge you.
Golden sands!
A place of endless possibilities.
The land of the rich and famous.
I would make enough money here,
to make my dreams come true.
We live in a world
where everything is for sale.
Oops.
A modern girl should know
how to use her strongest weapon, right?
Of course, no one had promised me
that it would be easy.
But one must be positive.
Good things happen to those
who have a positive outlook on life.
Well done!
- Thank you. Good evening.
- Good evening.
You are...
- The soap opera actor!
- Who?
- Krum Kolev!
- Exactly!
- Oh, I adore you! Can I hug you?
- So nice, of course!
I've seen everything you ever did on TV.
The TV shows are a good thing, but
serious actors prefer feature film.
And saying that, do you know
you have the face of an actress?
- You think?
- Oh, I'm sure.
My biggest dream is to be famous.
Fame is a curse. You do not need it.
- May I take a picture?
- It will be my pleasure.
Would you like to have a drink?
in my hotel suite?
- Sure. Who would say no?
- Great!
Leave a few seconds behind me though,
so we don't attract attention.
I'll wait for you at the elevators.
Wow, it's like I'm in heaven.
Move away.
There could be paparazzi lurking.
Poor you.
Yes, baby. No, love.
I'm at the hotel. I am waiting for you.
Yes. I haven't been out.
No, no, baby. I knocked something over.
Okay.
If you need me, I'll put on a shirt
and come to you. No, it won't be colorful.
But...
OK, I'm leaving.
I have to go.
Shall I wait for you here?
Wait for me here? What do you think?
Get out. I have to go to Varna.
I'm booked to perform.
Can I ask you to pay me?
- What should I pay you for?
- For the service.
What service?
The date is not free.
What are you talking about, girl?
Me pay you?
I can be with whomever I want.
Don't you think you are
insulting me right now?
You hurt my feelings.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you from the start.
My money's missing.
Sorry, I remembered.
I helped one of the maids last night.
Her child is sick.
You are really a very good person.
Could you lend me 50 leva
for a taxi to Varna?
I promise I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Here. Take it.
This is my phone.
Call me and I'll be right over.
I'll bring it to you personally.
- Something else to drink.
- No, thanks. The bill.
You are unique.
Thanks.
What are we doing tonight?
Wanna go to a party?
You're not for me, babe.
My rate is high.
No work.
You turn tricks too?
I wish, but look at me.
Who'll pay for a lame whore?
Aren't you a singer?
Yes.
I mean, not yet.
How did you know?
The hair.
What about my hair?
It's the hairstyle.
Everyone in show business has it.
You have a problem though.
I know.
That's why I'm turning tricks.
For the surgery.
Sweetie. Let me hug you.
I wish you luck.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- And thank you.
- I thank you.
Miss, just reminding you that
if you want to extend your stay
you need to pay by noon.
Yes, of course.
I'll pay for another night.
Hello, I'm Lizzie Popp
and you are watching
"In the wardrobe of the stars".
As you know, I like introducing you
to our most famous artists.
Those of course who have
the most expensive wardrobe.
My guest today, Ilian Boy,
fits the bill perfectly!
- Welcome, it's a pleasure.
- Hello, the pleasure is mine.
How much do you spend monthly
to maintain that celebrity standard?
This pleasure costs me between
10 and 15 thousand dollars per month.
Wow! That's a lot of money.
Not for a celebrity. It's average.
You are the only artist who...
- Hello Miss. Welcome.
- Thanks.
The table is all yours.
Fucking parasites!
Dressed up like a princess, bro.
And only a 20 in her purse.
And cookies.
Do you want some?
I'm Roza.
- Barbara.
- Here are the thieves!
Thieves! Get them! Police!
Police!
And how am I going to get home now?
I will find a way to pay you back.
I promise.
Where did you lose it?
In a casino.
How much do you need for the surgery?
Well, for boobs about 10.
Another 5 for the nose.
Mouth, cheekbones...
I can probably skip the nose job, but...
So about 20 in total.
Something like that.
Did you really think you would
make the money over night here?
Well, that was the plan.
Oh, no, no! I give up!
This prostitution thing is not for me.
When I was a little mom
took me to the beach at night.
To look at the sea.
Where is she now?
Wanna turn tricks a little?
Hello again, lovely girls!
Hello, people.
Come on!
That's how I met Roza.
Roza was an extraordinary girl.
After a while she told me,
that hate had brought us together.
It was meant to be.
Written somewhere
between the sea and the stars.
Of course, the last thing on our minds
back then were the sea and the stars.
We were hungry broke.
Thank God Roza always
had a plan for everything.
Sometimes her plans were quite
crazy and failing with a bang.
But sometimes, I must admit,
worked surprisingly well.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.
This is Gabriel.
Friend of yours?
He lets me sleep here from time to time.
He was my Bulgarian teacher.
So you want to be a singer?
- Yes.
- Still determined to follow your dreams?
- Yes.
- Then follow them.
Silicone won't make a difference
if you can really sing.
I can.
But who wants to watch
a flat board on stage?
- People want to...
- People don't know what they want.
People are idiots.
Today they cry,
tomorrow they laugh at the same thing.
They just need to feel something,
get excited.
Nobody really cares
that you are flat as a board.
I ask you again, can you sing?
I can.
Then look at this.
Roza managed to convince me to try
out at the annual castings
for new performers
by "Music Dreams TV".
The problem was that the audition
was that same day in Burgas.
And that's a 100 kilometers from Varna.
And we didn't have
a penny for travel expenses.
We had to take a risk.
But Roza was good at taking risks.
We're not bad, are we?
We are awesome.
I was a hooker, now I'm a thief.
You weren't really a prostitute.
You haven't taken any money, have you?
I've not.
So you just a thief.
Is it possible to return
the car afterwards?
You worry about the audition.
I'll handle the car.
We need to make a quick stop.
Who was that?
An ex.
Hello, friends. I'm Lizzie Popp
and I can't wait to tell you that today
we'll be looking for a new star
on "Music Dreams TV".
You know our TV makes dreams come true.
Why are you here? What are your dreams?
I dream of becoming a pop folk star.
- Are you her mother?
- Yes, I am her proud mother.
- And you look kind of lonely?
- I'm a lyricist.
- Are you? What did you write?
- "Two beautiful eyes".
- How does that go?
- Like this:
"Two beautiful eyes. The soul of a child."
"Two pretty eyes. Music. Rays."
- Did you write this?
- Yes.
Here is the next candidate.
I can't wait to find out
what's his surprise.
Hello! You seem a bit worried.
I'm not worried, I'm concentrating.
- What will you perform?
- Ilian.
I'm curious to hear which song.
Let me, let me, let me see them,
let's see those big eyes.
Here are our first participants,
who performed for the judges.
I can't wait to ask them
how was it. What happened in there?
Which song did you perform?
Ivana's "Champagne and Tears"
with the music from "Heart" by Galena.
On a scale of 1-10,
how would you rate your performance?
Nine. It could have been better.
Beautiful, beautiful girl.
Pour me some wine, let me drink...
Thank you, that's enough.
Thank you very much.
Next, please!
Hello!
- Barbara Borisova?
- Yes!
Welcome to the stage.
- Hello, we're glad you're here.
- Hello.
You are registered as Barbara.
- Can we call you Barbie?
- Yes.
Great! Are you ready?
What will you sing for us today?
"Kiss Me" by Azis. A cappella.
Wonderful. Please.
Don't cry. We'll try again.
Don't you get it? Till I get the surgery
and become perfect,
I won't try anything else.
I won't go to castings.
I won't go to auditions.
I won't even open my mouth.
No one wants to look at me like this.
I can't even look in the mirror anymore.
Just don't give me the
"people just want to dream" shit.
No! People want to listen to
beautiful singers and party all night.
They don't want to see
underdeveloped little girls, like me.
They don't care about the music at all.
Why did I think I could
quit fucking for cash?
Like there's another way
to earn some money.
What?
I know how to solve the problem.
I have a plan.
What's up, country whores?
Empty your pockets, peasants.
Let's see how much you got.
Bro, she's lame.
Give me a hand.
Roza was a little crazy.
She said she had a difficult childhood.
Mom?
Mom?
Roza hated unicorns.
She told me once, that if possible
she would destroy
all the unicorns in the world.
The truth was that Roza hated
not just unicorns,
but the whole world in general.
And most of all herself.
She got diagnosed
by psychiatrists as a child.
Bipolar disorder.
I don't know exactly
what that means, but
Rose was freaking out from time to time
and getting aggressive.
Almost brutal.
Yes. Roza was an extraordinary girl.
All fire from head to toe.
And nothing in between.
And she was right.
Our encounter was indeed meant to be.
Written somewhere up there.
Between the sea and the stars.
See?
This is me and you.
Two fireflies locked in a jar.
Let them go. They'll die.
Fireflies die quickly anyway.
Come on.
Something is missing
from my memories of last night.
You drugged me.
I don't want to see you ever again.
I'm getting out of here.
Wait. Let me explain.
I told you I had a plan.
And what's the plan?
Get high? Steal cars.
Then kill people? You're crazy.
- I'm getting out of here.
- Wait.
Wait for what? For the overdose?
I would never let anything
bad happen to you.
Did I let those two
get near you last night?
I wouldn't trade you
for anything in the world.
What was the drug?
Rufilin.
Have you seen "The Hangover"?
No.
But I've been part of several
bachelor parties.
The pills are harmless.
You just relax and your memory
is fuzzy in the morning.
I've never taken drugs.
There's a first time for everything.
And what's the plan?
Hi, there!
- You are so beautiful. Let's drink.
- Let's.
Frankly, Roza's plan, ridiculous
as it was, never failed.
It worked like a charm.
You are so manly.
I suspected Roza was using me
for some personal agenda,
but I really needed the money.
We found the first victim
in one of the casinos in Burgas.
Peace of cake.
Shit! We struck out!
He is broke. Worse than us.
The next victim turned up
a little later.
The problem was that this one had taken
so many drugs in his life
that apparently his body had become
immune to rufilin.
Would you like one?
- What is this?
- Amphetamines.
Um... what?
Amphetamines.
Oh, I won't.
- I don't do drugs.
- As you wish.
I did not have a choice.
There was no getting away.
He just didn't get high.
And he said he hadn't slept in a week.
And he was cute.
What are you doing?
While we wait for him to fall asleep,
he can go on till the end of the summer.
Well, at least Roza cured his insomnia.
She said he should thank her,
because insomnia was fatal.
You know what's the first thing
I'll do after the surgery?
I will go to Dubai.
Yes. Dubai.
And I will have a photo shoot there.
Something sexy.
And I will become an influencer.
It's easier to break
into show business that way.
- You think?
- My, yes.
I'm going to sell stuff on Instagram.
Everyone sells something on Instagram.
There is a scheme there too.
First you get work done,
then you become an influencer.
Maybe a sex tape after that.
And that's how you build
your contact list.
From the establishment.
Prepping for an event?
Corporate party.
What whore keeps her money
in a bank account?
Roza had this idea to rob the models.
She thought they left the cash
somewhere on the boat.
And I definitely didn't get an Oscar
for my next performance.
Get up.
What?
- You're fine. Get up.
- I'm not feeling well.
Come on, don't give me that shit.
I have been an actor for 30 years.
I've seen all kinds.
Come on, get up.
Did it pass?
Rose!
Mitko.
Uncle Mitko.
That shit again, my girl?
Tell me.
What's up with that?
You're paying the whores now?
Bullshit. They pay me.
Look now. Winbet are my people.
Stay away from them.
They're all your people.
What's left for me?
Have you eaten? Do you have money?
I'm fine on my own.
You'll be fine. Go on, get out.
Say hi to your dad.
I know what you're going to say.
"My father can suck it."
But you're wrong.
Thank you, Mr. Stoichkov.
You're welcome.
You called Dimitar Rachkov "Stoichkov"?
Are you retarded?
I'm sorry.
I later found out
that Roza's father was a lawyer.
Bigwig.
He knew all the big shots.
Mayors, congressmen, artists.
Rose, of course,
was not impressed by that.
Party beauties.
What now, huh?
Shall we bathe them?
Come on!
Nora and Milena were a cool couple.
They turned out to be swingers.
You know. They exchange partners
and have group sex.
These two had obviously mistaken
us for sex groupies.
One bullet was all it took for this lot.
Roza put them all to sleep next
to each other with a single bottle.
And I felt for the first time,
that somehow, without knowing,
I had began to care for
the strange crippled girl.
After a while I learned the story
of the magic pills.
They were the brainchild of a mad
chemist. Roza's childhood friend.
Desperate types used them all the time.
Rapists and various scum.
We could have messed up the dose,
but thank God everything went well.
What?
Jackpot!
What's wrong?
Aren't you happy?
We split the money in half.
I didn't pay much attention then,
but something was eating at Roza.
I thought it was her bipolar disorder.
Natural beauty.
Please. The concept does not exist.
Let's not forget it's the 21st century.
It's not the dark ages.
You are born ugly, you live ugly.
And you must die ugly.
Die after a lifetime of being ugly?
Why? Why do this to ourselves?
Ah, I just want to ask
did you work on celebrities?
Excuse me, but I'm changing faces,
it's what I do,
but I also change destinies.
I want you to remember this.
Let me show you. Everything you see
on TV, on the magazine covers,
it's all the work of these two hands.
- Do you like this?
- Yes!
These are my angels!
Do you know her?
She was a freak before, you know.
Last month, a girl came here.
After the recovery period
she got herself a boy immediately.
Wealthy, young. Not some uncle.
Farmer. From Dobrich. It's Dobrich,
But it doesn't matter, she's happy.
Dobrich, Dobrich, it doesn't matter.
Okay. Let me look at you a little.
Okay. We're going to nip the cheek,
some lip work.
The nose is good by the way.
You have good genes.
- So if you know what you want...
- I know what I want.
I want to be like Barbie.
Plastic from head to toe.
Hi.
Thanks for waiting for me.
Is everything alright?
Did I do something?
Will you tell me what's going on?
You want to be like them?
Live their life?
Photo shoots in exotic destinations,
flying in private jets,
getting high and partying
all night at the clubs
with a Dolce bag and Dsquared2 shoes.
And how are you going
to pay for all this?
You'll be selling your ass. That's how.
So what?
You'll pretend all your life
that you didn't grow up in a village?
That you are not illiterate,
that your parents aren't rednecks,
who did not raise you properly
and didn't give you an education,
because they are dumb fucks?
You want to be an ignorant
fake whore for life?
Okay.
Now get out of here.
I don't want to see you ever again.
Have a nice trip.
I hope you know where you're headed.
I am aware!
I know everything.
I'm not as dumb as you think I am.
But I will achieve my goals.
I will become a singer. Like it or not.
And if I have to sell my ass,
I'll sell it.
I'm ready.
To be honest,
I didn't have time to think
about what caused Roza's
outburst Roza at that moment.
I had the money
at last I could be happy.
I could start my new life.
I had booked a date and time
for the surgery.
So I had dinner at a lovely restaurant,
checked into a nice little hotel
in Varna's city center.
I just had to enjoy the moment.
And to wait.
Shit.
Roza.
Fucking Roza.
There's no getting away from this girl.
Who else could be so insolent,
as to rob a person,
eat their food and watch them sleep.
How did she climb up here?
She's a cripple, isn't she?
Fucking Roza.
I wasn't going to let this slide.
I had earned this money.
Please, it's very important.
I have to find her.
Now what am I going to do?
How will I get home?
Don't you ever say anything, man?
You were a teacher, weren't you?
What kind of a teacher were you?
By the way, her name is Christina.
What?
The girl you're looking for.
Her name is Christina.
Okay.
I'll wait here.
You'll be waiting a long time.
I've been a teacher all my life, girl.
I have 3,000 or 4,000 students.
I don't know what they learned.
Shit.
The psychiatry.
- Anelia?
- Anelia calms them down.
We have all kinds here. This one,
for example, is a former opera singer.
- I sing too.
- I would love to hear you sometime.
Goshev! Goshev, no! No, Goshev!
Striptease only at night.
- Tochev.
- I understand.
They worked together in the movies.
Let me see.
Open wide. Well done.
Look at these two. Happy.
They like it here.
Christina.
Christina. You have a visitor.
I'll let you talk.
Then we can have coffee.
Or brandy.
Of course.
Christina, huh?
Can you talk?
I mean, do you understand me?
How did you get here?
I live here.
Sometimes I go out.
Sometimes they bring me back.
Why did you do that?
I needed the money.
Forget it.
I didn't want to lose you.
I told you Roza was a little crazy.
But maybe I didn't use the right word.
Roza was sick.
Something broke inside her
after her mother's death.
I'm not saying it's easy
to lose your mother, but...
This was her second suicide attempt.
The first time she was 10.
She tried to hang herself in a hospital.
Her sheet rope broke
and Roza broke her leg.
That's when she started limping.
Thank God the second attempt
failed as well.
But it's kinda like gravity.
If you persist in your attempts,
sooner or later you achieve your goals.
I mean, Roza probably wouldn't
be lucky the third time.
I'm telling you this
bipolar disorder is not a joke.
Roza told me there were more than
40 million cases worldwide.
It's like
a deficiency of some
chemical substance in a person's brain.
Similar to kidney failure
for example or anemia.
Except no one calls diabetics crazy.
No one turns their back on them,
no one runs from them in the street.
What is bipolar disorder?
Generally speaking, imagine
fighting for someone's life,
if that person does not want to live.
And that's every day,
every hour, every second.
Imagine this and maybe
you will get the idea,
albeit a sketchy one.
But bipolar disorder has its advantages.
Like mood swings for example.
What is this nonsense
you are reading to us?
"How to heal our sick souls"
by Lydia Mihova.
Very popular.
Instagram is full of her quotes.
Are you kidding? She is illiterate.
So how can she be illiterate?
She is a writer.
Yes, a writer.
Every other broad is a writer now.
First they were PRs,
then psychologists, now writers.
Welcome back, Roza.
Roza offered me a deal.
If I helped get her out of the clinic,
she would give me my money back
from the swingers' job.
Did I have a choice?
The problem was, I had to
meet a friend of hers
from the children's institution.
Four eyes.
Remember him?
The boss is rehearsing.
Barbara.
For the ruffies?
I'm good, aren't I?
That's how I get the best pussy.
Christina called me.
How is she?
- She's in the psychiatry.
- Again?
What does she want?
A little help.
I'm working on a new cocktail.
I don't recommend it.
Will you take a picture?
I'm excited to be back.
I spend the better part of my life
in this place.
Yes.
- May I?
- Ah, what are you doing back here?
Be careful not to make a habit of it.
I came to ask for another visit.
Get in, get in, get in.
Bring Christina.
Come on in.
Go rest.
Meet Francois.
These two have been trying
to join the French Legion for years.
Do you take your medicine regularly?
- Every day.
- Good boy. I see you're doing good.
Do you miss Roza?
I know.
The relationships born in
the clinic are indestructible.
And they often lead to
unwarranted consequences.
Shall I turn my back now so you can pour
one of your inventions into my glass?
Or shall we talk some more?
I expected that.
What did you say?
What is he saying?
Did you expect this?
Come on.
May I?
This is my daughter.
Her name is Kalina.
I think we should part ways.
I also have plans for my life.
I better not involve you in this.
Yes. Roza had a daughter.
She fell in love with Four eyes.
They did not use protection
and they got in trouble.
Afterwards, Roza decided
to keep the baby, for her own reasons.
Only they wouldn't let her.
Some experts from
"Child Protection" concluded,
that Roza was not only unfit
to be a mother,
but posed a danger for the baby's life.
Four eyes agreed.
They just took it from her.
And she was sent back to the asylum.
"The world is full of traitors." -
Roza often said.
That's why friendship is priceless.
Yes. Sometimes in life bad things
happen, sometimes good things.
It was time to go.
I had to follow my dreams.
Here she is.
The one with the blonde hair.
Hands. Behind your back.
Where is my child?
Tell me where my child is!
- Where is my child?
- Sit down.
So you want to be a singer?
And you need the money for a surgery.
But you have no proof that the $4,000
actually belong to you.
I told you. Mom gave them to me.
That is yet to be confirmed.
But I highly doubt it's true.
And if I'm right, and I almost always am,
we will confiscate all the money.
But that's the least of your problems.
Shall I tell you
what your real problem is?
Your real problem is called
"complicity in kidnapping".
Of a child.
And let me tell you
something about Christina.
Roza. Just so you know.
10 years in the loony bin.
Over 50 escape attempts.
19 felonies.
Thefts. Robberies. Assaults.
Drug distribution and use.
Two suicide attempts.
And let me ask you. Human to human.
Do you think it is reasonable
for this girl to take care of a child?
Tell me where Christina is.
And I promise you right now, the moment
we arrest her, you're getting out of here.
You'll get out clean, no charges.
And the most important thing -
you'll get all the money.
I broke.
And in the end, the officer was right.
Roza was nuts.
It had nothing to do with her illness.
It just wasn't right to leave
a child to her care.
Roza was caught getting
the sleeping child in Four eyes's car.
Maybe it really was best for everyone.
Naturally, the cops did not
give me my money back.
And I was left in the street.
Get out of here, you whore.
What a nice surprise.
Do you want a pill?
Open your mouth, kitten.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
I'm Lizzie Popp,
and you are at the first of its kind
Ice Vape party.
Gathered in one place
are the most famous
local artists like Ilian Boy and Aurora,
tiktokers with millions of followers.
Now you will also see the fashion show
of the lovely girls
from event agency "Vip Models Group".
With so many stars in one place
I can't miss the opportunity
of an unforgettable selfie.
Come on. One, two, three!
Amazing!
Hey, Cinderella!
Do you want to be in a documentary
about the influencers in Bulgaria?
I want to be a singer.
But I can also be an influencer
and vlogger.
Tell me about yourself.
I'm Barbara.
They call me Barbie.
I am 20 years old and...
There isn't much to tell.
What do you want from life?
What do you dream of?
I dream of being a star.
A star? Aren't there too many stars
in this country, Cinderella?
No room left for ordinary people.
And what would you do
to do to become a star?
I'd do anything.
- Do you know them?
- Yes.
- And you want to be like them?
- Yes.
Be careful what you wish for!
Are you ready to endure all the pain and
suffering in the world to become a star?
I have suffered so much,
you have no idea.
Nothing scares me. I'm telling you,
I'd do anything.
Anything?
In that case, I wish all the best.
Hey! Come here!
Come. Come.
Do you know what I see in you?
I see myself.
I was lost too.
Laughed at.
And lonely.
Then I met a friend.
Do you know what he told me?
It will not always be like this.
And now I want you to smile.
This song is for you.
I still remember your eyes,
crying in love.
I remember your perfume so strong
and how you screamed my name.
"You're not for me"
you told me and life went on
But since then I haven't lived,
I can't forget you
When I hear your name, your name,
I'm intoxicated.
When I drink, I want to call you,
I bite my fingers to stop myself.
I have everything,
just one thing is missing.
I don't have your love!
For your love I'd do anything.
If I delete all our stories and photos.
So what? Your face is not forgotten.
Our places and songs are not forgotten.
The ones we listened in the car.
Now they make me cry.
Barbara.
I like your name. Can you sing?
- You are...
- Nice to meet you.
The owner of "Music Dreams TV".
Are you ready to make
your dreams come true?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
It happened!
If you believe,
if you fight to the death
and have a little luck,
you can make his dreams come true.
A year later I was
where I thought I belonged.
On stage, in the spotlight.
With the most powerful man in
the music industry behind me.
What did it cost me?
Nothing I haven't done before.
As Roza said.
What does it matter?
Now everything was up to me.
And yes, if I win the competition,
I will finally have the money,
to get rid
of that hateful flaw at last.
Good luck.
Not like this -
without a single tear,
without a parting glance.
You know it hurts.
And everything comes to an end,
but not like that, not like that...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now...
Not like this -
without a single tear.
I know it's time
we say goodbye.
But let our goodbye
be like our love -
strong and bitter,
but not like that, not like that...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now.
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We've changed.
Are you kidding?
We've come this far and now
you're screwing everything up?
What do you want?
People will think you're
some sort of freak.
Five minutes to air. The lines are closed.
Voting is over.
When we met
did I promise to make your dreams
come true? I did.
Did I promise to make you a star? I did.
Get a grip, girl! Now is your moment!
Grab it like I taught you. Clear?
And no more breakdowns.
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Look me in the eyes.
- Good evening!
- Mr. Minister!
- Zhorka!
- It's an honor.
This is Barbara.
Barbara Borisova.
My favorite.
You are even more beautiful in person.
And I love your breasts.
Thank you.
See you at the after party,
to celebrate the victory.
- Well, we can't be sure.
- We can!
Trust me. We can do everything.
Barbara.
He liked you.
You know what you have to do. Right?
It's not something
you haven't done before.
Just business.
I had just won "Music talent"
and it meant nothing.
It was just a small step
on the way to the top.
I told you one must sacrifice
for the sake of their dreams.
And I wasn't going to break now.
What's wrong with you? Are you okay?
The whore from Pernik.
The big winner.
I do not blame you.
I do it too.
You go to bed with one,
you wake up with another.
You go out with someone else.
And when you fall in love with someone,
he calls you an artificial trash.
And he is right.
Because you're plastic from head to toe.
Artificial nose, artificial lips,
artificial tits.
Get out of here now,
go chase your dreams.
Hey Barbara, come right back!
Can you hear me, bitch?
A few hours later Roza was still there.
I watched her for a long time.
And then for the first time in my life
I realized what happiness was.
And what it costs.
Where are you? Is Kalina up?
Well don't wake her up.
We are waiting for you.
Here she is.
I stole her from the doctor's office.
We'll rent something small
for the time being.
The prices in Italy are higher,
but we will manage. I promise you.
Fuck. Life can be good.
Are you sure he will give you the money?
Of course he will.
Have your surgery first,
we will wait for you there.
And how did he manage to get her?
Do not think about it. He succeeded.
Besides her ID,
Roza also stole a whole bag
of psychiatric drugs.
And all the money the patients saved
for a sea trip.
She gave the drugs to Four eyes
to sell them.
But one of his playmates
overdosed on them.
She died.
The cops caught him and he decided
to trade his freedom
for Roza's.
But whatever.
Honestly right now
I don't care about that at all.
I didn't care who, what, why.
I didn't care about anything,
except one thing.
To run away with Roza.
To run away from everyone
and everything.
To run away from my past.
To run away from my present.
To run away from my dreams.
Because as someone once said:
"We shed more tears
for our dreams come true,
than for the ones left behind."
Right?
I was happy.
For the first time in my life
I was free.
Did you see that? They can't catch us.
We will never be caught.
I will never see her again.
Christina!
It's over!
Don't even think about it!
Roza says the dreams were
like yesterday's tears.
Yesterday they were there,
today they are not.
What's left behind is the pain.
Caused by everything we've done
to make them come true.
And the pain is not from yesterday.
It's not a memory.
As Roza used to say:
"God has a plan for each one of us".
And she was right.
God had a plan for her too.
And it was not for her to die that day.
Dear Roza.
I'm very sick.
She had failed again.
I'm the worst suicider in the world.
For the third time.
Oh, I broke my leg!
In the same place.
She hadn't broken her leg.
She had broken her ribs.
Will you take care of that idiot?
Because they don't want her
in the asylum anymore.
And a little later in the hospital they
removed her spleen and gall bladder.
But she was alive.
Not that she particularly cared
about that.
What is the patient's name?
Kristina Krasimirova.
We call her Roza.
What are you to her?
A friend.
Thank you.
A month later, after all the surgeries
and the hospital fees
my check from "Music Talent"
was reduced to almost nothing.
I think I know how to make money.
Okay, I understand. Forget it.
And the surgery?
I guess I'll start accepting myself
the way God made me.
You mention God's name in vain
everyday on Instagram, don't you?
Yesterday's tears.
I'm not saying it's easy to forget
your dreams altogether.
But I guess in every person's life
there comes a time when they
need to make a choice.
To decide how they want
to move forward.
If they want to at all.
We live in a world where
people's value is measured
by the number of followers
they have on Instagram.
Beauty is measured in silicone.
And dignity - in dollar bills.
We live in a world, where love exists
only in our posts on the Internet.
And sex and betrayal are
our surest paths to success.
At least according to me in my 20s.
Therefore, as Roza says it is priceless
to have a friend by your side.
Helps you accept
the things in life a little easier.
Right?
the moment we've all been waiting for.
The Last Song.
The last performer.
The last dream come true.
Because that's what we do here
at your favorite "Music Talent".
We make your dreams come true.
Ladies and gentlemen, Barbara!
Good luck!
For as long as I can remember
I dreamed of becoming a singer.
And what else was there to dream of?
They say we only like what we know.
So true!
That's how it was with me.
What do you want to know about me?
Details like my name,
my age or my birthplace?
Okay. I'm Barbara.
I am 20 and two years ago
I finished school.
- I don't know. I don't like it.
- Looks good on you!
- You're gonna kill that Aurora girl.
- I still don't know if she'll hear me.
How could she not want to, huh?
I also work as a sales consultant
in a supermarket.
It was supposed to be temporary,
but you know how it goes.
I've been here for two years now.
I take care of myself
and help the family budget.
And the work is not bad either.
I get to interact with people.
I'll eat your sweet peach.
I like to have fun.
I like going out with friends, dancing.
The things every girl my age
likes to do.
Fucking hot chicks!
My family is completely normal!
Ordinary in every sense of the word.
Enough. This is nonsense.
What's the use of discussing
everyday stuff?
"A man is as big, as his dreams!"
- Hey, Nayden!
- What?
You're drunk! That's what!
You'll get us in trouble.
What do you care? You only love once.
Come on!
CHALGA
It's over.
- Come on, we'll miss the whole thing!
- Wait, Barbara!
I'll arrange a meeting for you there.
But will she hear me?
- Will she hear me sing?
- Yes.
She will.
Oh, how I love you, Nayden!
Aurora!
Oh my god, thank you!
Nayden, this is her car!
I saw it in "Paparazzi".
- Come on, let's go in!
- Wait!
- How do I look? Is my makeup smudged?
- Enough, Barbie!
So you want to be a singer?
Can you sing?
I know all of your songs by heart.
You have charisma,
but something's lacking.
And you...
Don't you want to hear me sing?
Call me when you're ready.
She told me to call her when I was ready.
See?
I told you I would keep my promise.
But now you'll have to return the favor.
You know how it is.
Did you see how beautiful she is?
Barbara!
Yes.
The son of the boss.
- What zodiac sign are you?
- Cancer.
You are unique! Top class.
God, I can't believe it!
Is today some kind of miracle day?
You finally accepted my invitation.
Well Lizzie,
you know I'd do anything for you.
One year, girl,
I've been chasing after you.
For a 30 minute guest spot.
I'm sorry. I really do my best.
And what are you so busy with?
What are you up to?
I'm preparing my next album.
I'm writing a script
for my new music video.
I'm arranging the tour in Dubai.
I want to live your life for 5 minutes,
girl.
Trust me, you don't.
Tell about the new TV show.
You star alongside Ivaylo Zahariev.
Well... What can I say?
It was a challenge,
but thank God, Ivcho helped me a lot.
He helps me, takes care of me
and is a very handsome man.
Damn! My knees are weak.
What is it like to be Bulgaria's
brightest star, Barbara?
Well, a dream come true.
Trash.
How was the audition?
Are you going to be a singer now?
How many men in the jury? One? Two?
Between the sheets
in the hotel bedroom?
You think I don't know?
The whole town knows.
Wipe the window, trash!
Where are you taking the suitcase?
- To the beach.
- Where?
- Are you deaf? To the beach.
- The beach?
- No one left to fuck locally?
- Dumbass.
She's right! You are dumb as fuck.
- Imbecile.
- Me?
She fucked the whole city. Let her go.
Maybe they'll pay her there.
Come on, go with her, slut.
Let's see who will take you.
I can't take it anymore. I'm out of here!
Where are you going?
Sweetheart, where are you going?
Baby! Where are you going?
To Golden Sands!
I will follow my dreams!
If I could turn back time
I would follow, but no.
If I can make some money
for a boob job, I'll be a star!
- Mark my words. I'm gonna be a star.
- You will, darling.
You will. I know it. I feel it in here.
We'll be watching you on TV
and you'll be making tons of money.
There comes a time in every
young person's life,
when we need to leave the nest
and carve our own path.
Later I realized there's a difference
between knowing the path and walking it.
But I had already made my choice.
There was no going back.
Hi, I'm Lizzie Popp
and I am in sunny Varna.
"Music Dreams TV" will find the answer
to the most frequently asked question.
Which question?
What kind of women do Bulgarian men like?
Let's check together.
Beautiful, well maintained.
Gracious, radiant, women who stand out.
I don't care what kind of woman she is,
as long as she has a pair
of nice big breasts like you.
I'm satisfied with this answer.
Until next time with more
interesting questions.
You are so, so beautiful.
You look like a star.
- How do you curl your hair like that?
- They curl it for me.
In the beauty salon.
That's why you're so beautiful, isn't it?
Beautiful, but not perfect.
Remember one thing.
Always strive for perfection. Always.
And follow your dreams. Understand?
Don't listen to anyone.
Because only God can judge you.
Golden sands!
A place of endless possibilities.
The land of the rich and famous.
I would make enough money here,
to make my dreams come true.
We live in a world
where everything is for sale.
Oops.
A modern girl should know
how to use her strongest weapon, right?
Of course, no one had promised me
that it would be easy.
But one must be positive.
Good things happen to those
who have a positive outlook on life.
Well done!
- Thank you. Good evening.
- Good evening.
You are...
- The soap opera actor!
- Who?
- Krum Kolev!
- Exactly!
- Oh, I adore you! Can I hug you?
- So nice, of course!
I've seen everything you ever did on TV.
The TV shows are a good thing, but
serious actors prefer feature film.
And saying that, do you know
you have the face of an actress?
- You think?
- Oh, I'm sure.
My biggest dream is to be famous.
Fame is a curse. You do not need it.
- May I take a picture?
- It will be my pleasure.
Would you like to have a drink?
in my hotel suite?
- Sure. Who would say no?
- Great!
Leave a few seconds behind me though,
so we don't attract attention.
I'll wait for you at the elevators.
Wow, it's like I'm in heaven.
Move away.
There could be paparazzi lurking.
Poor you.
Yes, baby. No, love.
I'm at the hotel. I am waiting for you.
Yes. I haven't been out.
No, no, baby. I knocked something over.
Okay.
If you need me, I'll put on a shirt
and come to you. No, it won't be colorful.
But...
OK, I'm leaving.
I have to go.
Shall I wait for you here?
Wait for me here? What do you think?
Get out. I have to go to Varna.
I'm booked to perform.
Can I ask you to pay me?
- What should I pay you for?
- For the service.
What service?
The date is not free.
What are you talking about, girl?
Me pay you?
I can be with whomever I want.
Don't you think you are
insulting me right now?
You hurt my feelings.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you from the start.
My money's missing.
Sorry, I remembered.
I helped one of the maids last night.
Her child is sick.
You are really a very good person.
Could you lend me 50 leva
for a taxi to Varna?
I promise I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Here. Take it.
This is my phone.
Call me and I'll be right over.
I'll bring it to you personally.
- Something else to drink.
- No, thanks. The bill.
You are unique.
Thanks.
What are we doing tonight?
Wanna go to a party?
You're not for me, babe.
My rate is high.
No work.
You turn tricks too?
I wish, but look at me.
Who'll pay for a lame whore?
Aren't you a singer?
Yes.
I mean, not yet.
How did you know?
The hair.
What about my hair?
It's the hairstyle.
Everyone in show business has it.
You have a problem though.
I know.
That's why I'm turning tricks.
For the surgery.
Sweetie. Let me hug you.
I wish you luck.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- And thank you.
- I thank you.
Miss, just reminding you that
if you want to extend your stay
you need to pay by noon.
Yes, of course.
I'll pay for another night.
Hello, I'm Lizzie Popp
and you are watching
"In the wardrobe of the stars".
As you know, I like introducing you
to our most famous artists.
Those of course who have
the most expensive wardrobe.
My guest today, Ilian Boy,
fits the bill perfectly!
- Welcome, it's a pleasure.
- Hello, the pleasure is mine.
How much do you spend monthly
to maintain that celebrity standard?
This pleasure costs me between
10 and 15 thousand dollars per month.
Wow! That's a lot of money.
Not for a celebrity. It's average.
You are the only artist who...
- Hello Miss. Welcome.
- Thanks.
The table is all yours.
Fucking parasites!
Dressed up like a princess, bro.
And only a 20 in her purse.
And cookies.
Do you want some?
I'm Roza.
- Barbara.
- Here are the thieves!
Thieves! Get them! Police!
Police!
And how am I going to get home now?
I will find a way to pay you back.
I promise.
Where did you lose it?
In a casino.
How much do you need for the surgery?
Well, for boobs about 10.
Another 5 for the nose.
Mouth, cheekbones...
I can probably skip the nose job, but...
So about 20 in total.
Something like that.
Did you really think you would
make the money over night here?
Well, that was the plan.
Oh, no, no! I give up!
This prostitution thing is not for me.
When I was a little mom
took me to the beach at night.
To look at the sea.
Where is she now?
Wanna turn tricks a little?
Hello again, lovely girls!
Hello, people.
Come on!
That's how I met Roza.
Roza was an extraordinary girl.
After a while she told me,
that hate had brought us together.
It was meant to be.
Written somewhere
between the sea and the stars.
Of course, the last thing on our minds
back then were the sea and the stars.
We were hungry broke.
Thank God Roza always
had a plan for everything.
Sometimes her plans were quite
crazy and failing with a bang.
But sometimes, I must admit,
worked surprisingly well.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.
This is Gabriel.
Friend of yours?
He lets me sleep here from time to time.
He was my Bulgarian teacher.
So you want to be a singer?
- Yes.
- Still determined to follow your dreams?
- Yes.
- Then follow them.
Silicone won't make a difference
if you can really sing.
I can.
But who wants to watch
a flat board on stage?
- People want to...
- People don't know what they want.
People are idiots.
Today they cry,
tomorrow they laugh at the same thing.
They just need to feel something,
get excited.
Nobody really cares
that you are flat as a board.
I ask you again, can you sing?
I can.
Then look at this.
Roza managed to convince me to try
out at the annual castings
for new performers
by "Music Dreams TV".
The problem was that the audition
was that same day in Burgas.
And that's a 100 kilometers from Varna.
And we didn't have
a penny for travel expenses.
We had to take a risk.
But Roza was good at taking risks.
We're not bad, are we?
We are awesome.
I was a hooker, now I'm a thief.
You weren't really a prostitute.
You haven't taken any money, have you?
I've not.
So you just a thief.
Is it possible to return
the car afterwards?
You worry about the audition.
I'll handle the car.
We need to make a quick stop.
Who was that?
An ex.
Hello, friends. I'm Lizzie Popp
and I can't wait to tell you that today
we'll be looking for a new star
on "Music Dreams TV".
You know our TV makes dreams come true.
Why are you here? What are your dreams?
I dream of becoming a pop folk star.
- Are you her mother?
- Yes, I am her proud mother.
- And you look kind of lonely?
- I'm a lyricist.
- Are you? What did you write?
- "Two beautiful eyes".
- How does that go?
- Like this:
"Two beautiful eyes. The soul of a child."
"Two pretty eyes. Music. Rays."
- Did you write this?
- Yes.
Here is the next candidate.
I can't wait to find out
what's his surprise.
Hello! You seem a bit worried.
I'm not worried, I'm concentrating.
- What will you perform?
- Ilian.
I'm curious to hear which song.
Let me, let me, let me see them,
let's see those big eyes.
Here are our first participants,
who performed for the judges.
I can't wait to ask them
how was it. What happened in there?
Which song did you perform?
Ivana's "Champagne and Tears"
with the music from "Heart" by Galena.
On a scale of 1-10,
how would you rate your performance?
Nine. It could have been better.
Beautiful, beautiful girl.
Pour me some wine, let me drink...
Thank you, that's enough.
Thank you very much.
Next, please!
Hello!
- Barbara Borisova?
- Yes!
Welcome to the stage.
- Hello, we're glad you're here.
- Hello.
You are registered as Barbara.
- Can we call you Barbie?
- Yes.
Great! Are you ready?
What will you sing for us today?
"Kiss Me" by Azis. A cappella.
Wonderful. Please.
Don't cry. We'll try again.
Don't you get it? Till I get the surgery
and become perfect,
I won't try anything else.
I won't go to castings.
I won't go to auditions.
I won't even open my mouth.
No one wants to look at me like this.
I can't even look in the mirror anymore.
Just don't give me the
"people just want to dream" shit.
No! People want to listen to
beautiful singers and party all night.
They don't want to see
underdeveloped little girls, like me.
They don't care about the music at all.
Why did I think I could
quit fucking for cash?
Like there's another way
to earn some money.
What?
I know how to solve the problem.
I have a plan.
What's up, country whores?
Empty your pockets, peasants.
Let's see how much you got.
Bro, she's lame.
Give me a hand.
Roza was a little crazy.
She said she had a difficult childhood.
Mom?
Mom?
Roza hated unicorns.
She told me once, that if possible
she would destroy
all the unicorns in the world.
The truth was that Roza hated
not just unicorns,
but the whole world in general.
And most of all herself.
She got diagnosed
by psychiatrists as a child.
Bipolar disorder.
I don't know exactly
what that means, but
Rose was freaking out from time to time
and getting aggressive.
Almost brutal.
Yes. Roza was an extraordinary girl.
All fire from head to toe.
And nothing in between.
And she was right.
Our encounter was indeed meant to be.
Written somewhere up there.
Between the sea and the stars.
See?
This is me and you.
Two fireflies locked in a jar.
Let them go. They'll die.
Fireflies die quickly anyway.
Come on.
Something is missing
from my memories of last night.
You drugged me.
I don't want to see you ever again.
I'm getting out of here.
Wait. Let me explain.
I told you I had a plan.
And what's the plan?
Get high? Steal cars.
Then kill people? You're crazy.
- I'm getting out of here.
- Wait.
Wait for what? For the overdose?
I would never let anything
bad happen to you.
Did I let those two
get near you last night?
I wouldn't trade you
for anything in the world.
What was the drug?
Rufilin.
Have you seen "The Hangover"?
No.
But I've been part of several
bachelor parties.
The pills are harmless.
You just relax and your memory
is fuzzy in the morning.
I've never taken drugs.
There's a first time for everything.
And what's the plan?
Hi, there!
- You are so beautiful. Let's drink.
- Let's.
Frankly, Roza's plan, ridiculous
as it was, never failed.
It worked like a charm.
You are so manly.
I suspected Roza was using me
for some personal agenda,
but I really needed the money.
We found the first victim
in one of the casinos in Burgas.
Peace of cake.
Shit! We struck out!
He is broke. Worse than us.
The next victim turned up
a little later.
The problem was that this one had taken
so many drugs in his life
that apparently his body had become
immune to rufilin.
Would you like one?
- What is this?
- Amphetamines.
Um... what?
Amphetamines.
Oh, I won't.
- I don't do drugs.
- As you wish.
I did not have a choice.
There was no getting away.
He just didn't get high.
And he said he hadn't slept in a week.
And he was cute.
What are you doing?
While we wait for him to fall asleep,
he can go on till the end of the summer.
Well, at least Roza cured his insomnia.
She said he should thank her,
because insomnia was fatal.
You know what's the first thing
I'll do after the surgery?
I will go to Dubai.
Yes. Dubai.
And I will have a photo shoot there.
Something sexy.
And I will become an influencer.
It's easier to break
into show business that way.
- You think?
- My, yes.
I'm going to sell stuff on Instagram.
Everyone sells something on Instagram.
There is a scheme there too.
First you get work done,
then you become an influencer.
Maybe a sex tape after that.
And that's how you build
your contact list.
From the establishment.
Prepping for an event?
Corporate party.
What whore keeps her money
in a bank account?
Roza had this idea to rob the models.
She thought they left the cash
somewhere on the boat.
And I definitely didn't get an Oscar
for my next performance.
Get up.
What?
- You're fine. Get up.
- I'm not feeling well.
Come on, don't give me that shit.
I have been an actor for 30 years.
I've seen all kinds.
Come on, get up.
Did it pass?
Rose!
Mitko.
Uncle Mitko.
That shit again, my girl?
Tell me.
What's up with that?
You're paying the whores now?
Bullshit. They pay me.
Look now. Winbet are my people.
Stay away from them.
They're all your people.
What's left for me?
Have you eaten? Do you have money?
I'm fine on my own.
You'll be fine. Go on, get out.
Say hi to your dad.
I know what you're going to say.
"My father can suck it."
But you're wrong.
Thank you, Mr. Stoichkov.
You're welcome.
You called Dimitar Rachkov "Stoichkov"?
Are you retarded?
I'm sorry.
I later found out
that Roza's father was a lawyer.
Bigwig.
He knew all the big shots.
Mayors, congressmen, artists.
Rose, of course,
was not impressed by that.
Party beauties.
What now, huh?
Shall we bathe them?
Come on!
Nora and Milena were a cool couple.
They turned out to be swingers.
You know. They exchange partners
and have group sex.
These two had obviously mistaken
us for sex groupies.
One bullet was all it took for this lot.
Roza put them all to sleep next
to each other with a single bottle.
And I felt for the first time,
that somehow, without knowing,
I had began to care for
the strange crippled girl.
After a while I learned the story
of the magic pills.
They were the brainchild of a mad
chemist. Roza's childhood friend.
Desperate types used them all the time.
Rapists and various scum.
We could have messed up the dose,
but thank God everything went well.
What?
Jackpot!
What's wrong?
Aren't you happy?
We split the money in half.
I didn't pay much attention then,
but something was eating at Roza.
I thought it was her bipolar disorder.
Natural beauty.
Please. The concept does not exist.
Let's not forget it's the 21st century.
It's not the dark ages.
You are born ugly, you live ugly.
And you must die ugly.
Die after a lifetime of being ugly?
Why? Why do this to ourselves?
Ah, I just want to ask
did you work on celebrities?
Excuse me, but I'm changing faces,
it's what I do,
but I also change destinies.
I want you to remember this.
Let me show you. Everything you see
on TV, on the magazine covers,
it's all the work of these two hands.
- Do you like this?
- Yes!
These are my angels!
Do you know her?
She was a freak before, you know.
Last month, a girl came here.
After the recovery period
she got herself a boy immediately.
Wealthy, young. Not some uncle.
Farmer. From Dobrich. It's Dobrich,
But it doesn't matter, she's happy.
Dobrich, Dobrich, it doesn't matter.
Okay. Let me look at you a little.
Okay. We're going to nip the cheek,
some lip work.
The nose is good by the way.
You have good genes.
- So if you know what you want...
- I know what I want.
I want to be like Barbie.
Plastic from head to toe.
Hi.
Thanks for waiting for me.
Is everything alright?
Did I do something?
Will you tell me what's going on?
You want to be like them?
Live their life?
Photo shoots in exotic destinations,
flying in private jets,
getting high and partying
all night at the clubs
with a Dolce bag and Dsquared2 shoes.
And how are you going
to pay for all this?
You'll be selling your ass. That's how.
So what?
You'll pretend all your life
that you didn't grow up in a village?
That you are not illiterate,
that your parents aren't rednecks,
who did not raise you properly
and didn't give you an education,
because they are dumb fucks?
You want to be an ignorant
fake whore for life?
Okay.
Now get out of here.
I don't want to see you ever again.
Have a nice trip.
I hope you know where you're headed.
I am aware!
I know everything.
I'm not as dumb as you think I am.
But I will achieve my goals.
I will become a singer. Like it or not.
And if I have to sell my ass,
I'll sell it.
I'm ready.
To be honest,
I didn't have time to think
about what caused Roza's
outburst Roza at that moment.
I had the money
at last I could be happy.
I could start my new life.
I had booked a date and time
for the surgery.
So I had dinner at a lovely restaurant,
checked into a nice little hotel
in Varna's city center.
I just had to enjoy the moment.
And to wait.
Shit.
Roza.
Fucking Roza.
There's no getting away from this girl.
Who else could be so insolent,
as to rob a person,
eat their food and watch them sleep.
How did she climb up here?
She's a cripple, isn't she?
Fucking Roza.
I wasn't going to let this slide.
I had earned this money.
Please, it's very important.
I have to find her.
Now what am I going to do?
How will I get home?
Don't you ever say anything, man?
You were a teacher, weren't you?
What kind of a teacher were you?
By the way, her name is Christina.
What?
The girl you're looking for.
Her name is Christina.
Okay.
I'll wait here.
You'll be waiting a long time.
I've been a teacher all my life, girl.
I have 3,000 or 4,000 students.
I don't know what they learned.
Shit.
The psychiatry.
- Anelia?
- Anelia calms them down.
We have all kinds here. This one,
for example, is a former opera singer.
- I sing too.
- I would love to hear you sometime.
Goshev! Goshev, no! No, Goshev!
Striptease only at night.
- Tochev.
- I understand.
They worked together in the movies.
Let me see.
Open wide. Well done.
Look at these two. Happy.
They like it here.
Christina.
Christina. You have a visitor.
I'll let you talk.
Then we can have coffee.
Or brandy.
Of course.
Christina, huh?
Can you talk?
I mean, do you understand me?
How did you get here?
I live here.
Sometimes I go out.
Sometimes they bring me back.
Why did you do that?
I needed the money.
Forget it.
I didn't want to lose you.
I told you Roza was a little crazy.
But maybe I didn't use the right word.
Roza was sick.
Something broke inside her
after her mother's death.
I'm not saying it's easy
to lose your mother, but...
This was her second suicide attempt.
The first time she was 10.
She tried to hang herself in a hospital.
Her sheet rope broke
and Roza broke her leg.
That's when she started limping.
Thank God the second attempt
failed as well.
But it's kinda like gravity.
If you persist in your attempts,
sooner or later you achieve your goals.
I mean, Roza probably wouldn't
be lucky the third time.
I'm telling you this
bipolar disorder is not a joke.
Roza told me there were more than
40 million cases worldwide.
It's like
a deficiency of some
chemical substance in a person's brain.
Similar to kidney failure
for example or anemia.
Except no one calls diabetics crazy.
No one turns their back on them,
no one runs from them in the street.
What is bipolar disorder?
Generally speaking, imagine
fighting for someone's life,
if that person does not want to live.
And that's every day,
every hour, every second.
Imagine this and maybe
you will get the idea,
albeit a sketchy one.
But bipolar disorder has its advantages.
Like mood swings for example.
What is this nonsense
you are reading to us?
"How to heal our sick souls"
by Lydia Mihova.
Very popular.
Instagram is full of her quotes.
Are you kidding? She is illiterate.
So how can she be illiterate?
She is a writer.
Yes, a writer.
Every other broad is a writer now.
First they were PRs,
then psychologists, now writers.
Welcome back, Roza.
Roza offered me a deal.
If I helped get her out of the clinic,
she would give me my money back
from the swingers' job.
Did I have a choice?
The problem was, I had to
meet a friend of hers
from the children's institution.
Four eyes.
Remember him?
The boss is rehearsing.
Barbara.
For the ruffies?
I'm good, aren't I?
That's how I get the best pussy.
Christina called me.
How is she?
- She's in the psychiatry.
- Again?
What does she want?
A little help.
I'm working on a new cocktail.
I don't recommend it.
Will you take a picture?
I'm excited to be back.
I spend the better part of my life
in this place.
Yes.
- May I?
- Ah, what are you doing back here?
Be careful not to make a habit of it.
I came to ask for another visit.
Get in, get in, get in.
Bring Christina.
Come on in.
Go rest.
Meet Francois.
These two have been trying
to join the French Legion for years.
Do you take your medicine regularly?
- Every day.
- Good boy. I see you're doing good.
Do you miss Roza?
I know.
The relationships born in
the clinic are indestructible.
And they often lead to
unwarranted consequences.
Shall I turn my back now so you can pour
one of your inventions into my glass?
Or shall we talk some more?
I expected that.
What did you say?
What is he saying?
Did you expect this?
Come on.
May I?
This is my daughter.
Her name is Kalina.
I think we should part ways.
I also have plans for my life.
I better not involve you in this.
Yes. Roza had a daughter.
She fell in love with Four eyes.
They did not use protection
and they got in trouble.
Afterwards, Roza decided
to keep the baby, for her own reasons.
Only they wouldn't let her.
Some experts from
"Child Protection" concluded,
that Roza was not only unfit
to be a mother,
but posed a danger for the baby's life.
Four eyes agreed.
They just took it from her.
And she was sent back to the asylum.
"The world is full of traitors." -
Roza often said.
That's why friendship is priceless.
Yes. Sometimes in life bad things
happen, sometimes good things.
It was time to go.
I had to follow my dreams.
Here she is.
The one with the blonde hair.
Hands. Behind your back.
Where is my child?
Tell me where my child is!
- Where is my child?
- Sit down.
So you want to be a singer?
And you need the money for a surgery.
But you have no proof that the $4,000
actually belong to you.
I told you. Mom gave them to me.
That is yet to be confirmed.
But I highly doubt it's true.
And if I'm right, and I almost always am,
we will confiscate all the money.
But that's the least of your problems.
Shall I tell you
what your real problem is?
Your real problem is called
"complicity in kidnapping".
Of a child.
And let me tell you
something about Christina.
Roza. Just so you know.
10 years in the loony bin.
Over 50 escape attempts.
19 felonies.
Thefts. Robberies. Assaults.
Drug distribution and use.
Two suicide attempts.
And let me ask you. Human to human.
Do you think it is reasonable
for this girl to take care of a child?
Tell me where Christina is.
And I promise you right now, the moment
we arrest her, you're getting out of here.
You'll get out clean, no charges.
And the most important thing -
you'll get all the money.
I broke.
And in the end, the officer was right.
Roza was nuts.
It had nothing to do with her illness.
It just wasn't right to leave
a child to her care.
Roza was caught getting
the sleeping child in Four eyes's car.
Maybe it really was best for everyone.
Naturally, the cops did not
give me my money back.
And I was left in the street.
Get out of here, you whore.
What a nice surprise.
Do you want a pill?
Open your mouth, kitten.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
I'm Lizzie Popp,
and you are at the first of its kind
Ice Vape party.
Gathered in one place
are the most famous
local artists like Ilian Boy and Aurora,
tiktokers with millions of followers.
Now you will also see the fashion show
of the lovely girls
from event agency "Vip Models Group".
With so many stars in one place
I can't miss the opportunity
of an unforgettable selfie.
Come on. One, two, three!
Amazing!
Hey, Cinderella!
Do you want to be in a documentary
about the influencers in Bulgaria?
I want to be a singer.
But I can also be an influencer
and vlogger.
Tell me about yourself.
I'm Barbara.
They call me Barbie.
I am 20 years old and...
There isn't much to tell.
What do you want from life?
What do you dream of?
I dream of being a star.
A star? Aren't there too many stars
in this country, Cinderella?
No room left for ordinary people.
And what would you do
to do to become a star?
I'd do anything.
- Do you know them?
- Yes.
- And you want to be like them?
- Yes.
Be careful what you wish for!
Are you ready to endure all the pain and
suffering in the world to become a star?
I have suffered so much,
you have no idea.
Nothing scares me. I'm telling you,
I'd do anything.
Anything?
In that case, I wish all the best.
Hey! Come here!
Come. Come.
Do you know what I see in you?
I see myself.
I was lost too.
Laughed at.
And lonely.
Then I met a friend.
Do you know what he told me?
It will not always be like this.
And now I want you to smile.
This song is for you.
I still remember your eyes,
crying in love.
I remember your perfume so strong
and how you screamed my name.
"You're not for me"
you told me and life went on
But since then I haven't lived,
I can't forget you
When I hear your name, your name,
I'm intoxicated.
When I drink, I want to call you,
I bite my fingers to stop myself.
I have everything,
just one thing is missing.
I don't have your love!
For your love I'd do anything.
If I delete all our stories and photos.
So what? Your face is not forgotten.
Our places and songs are not forgotten.
The ones we listened in the car.
Now they make me cry.
Barbara.
I like your name. Can you sing?
- You are...
- Nice to meet you.
The owner of "Music Dreams TV".
Are you ready to make
your dreams come true?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
It happened!
If you believe,
if you fight to the death
and have a little luck,
you can make his dreams come true.
A year later I was
where I thought I belonged.
On stage, in the spotlight.
With the most powerful man in
the music industry behind me.
What did it cost me?
Nothing I haven't done before.
As Roza said.
What does it matter?
Now everything was up to me.
And yes, if I win the competition,
I will finally have the money,
to get rid
of that hateful flaw at last.
Good luck.
Not like this -
without a single tear,
without a parting glance.
You know it hurts.
And everything comes to an end,
but not like that, not like that...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now...
Not like this -
without a single tear.
I know it's time
we say goodbye.
But let our goodbye
be like our love -
strong and bitter,
but not like that, not like that...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now...
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We are different now.
Love is a poem without end,
a sacred whisper
and it remains in us, forever!
Love and time are endless.
It's just me and you.
We've changed.
Are you kidding?
We've come this far and now
you're screwing everything up?
What do you want?
People will think you're
some sort of freak.
Five minutes to air. The lines are closed.
Voting is over.
When we met
did I promise to make your dreams
come true? I did.
Did I promise to make you a star? I did.
Get a grip, girl! Now is your moment!
Grab it like I taught you. Clear?
And no more breakdowns.
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Look me in the eyes.
- Good evening!
- Mr. Minister!
- Zhorka!
- It's an honor.
This is Barbara.
Barbara Borisova.
My favorite.
You are even more beautiful in person.
And I love your breasts.
Thank you.
See you at the after party,
to celebrate the victory.
- Well, we can't be sure.
- We can!
Trust me. We can do everything.
Barbara.
He liked you.
You know what you have to do. Right?
It's not something
you haven't done before.
Just business.
I had just won "Music talent"
and it meant nothing.
It was just a small step
on the way to the top.
I told you one must sacrifice
for the sake of their dreams.
And I wasn't going to break now.
What's wrong with you? Are you okay?
The whore from Pernik.
The big winner.
I do not blame you.
I do it too.
You go to bed with one,
you wake up with another.
You go out with someone else.
And when you fall in love with someone,
he calls you an artificial trash.
And he is right.
Because you're plastic from head to toe.
Artificial nose, artificial lips,
artificial tits.
Get out of here now,
go chase your dreams.
Hey Barbara, come right back!
Can you hear me, bitch?
A few hours later Roza was still there.
I watched her for a long time.
And then for the first time in my life
I realized what happiness was.
And what it costs.
Where are you? Is Kalina up?
Well don't wake her up.
We are waiting for you.
Here she is.
I stole her from the doctor's office.
We'll rent something small
for the time being.
The prices in Italy are higher,
but we will manage. I promise you.
Fuck. Life can be good.
Are you sure he will give you the money?
Of course he will.
Have your surgery first,
we will wait for you there.
And how did he manage to get her?
Do not think about it. He succeeded.
Besides her ID,
Roza also stole a whole bag
of psychiatric drugs.
And all the money the patients saved
for a sea trip.
She gave the drugs to Four eyes
to sell them.
But one of his playmates
overdosed on them.
She died.
The cops caught him and he decided
to trade his freedom
for Roza's.
But whatever.
Honestly right now
I don't care about that at all.
I didn't care who, what, why.
I didn't care about anything,
except one thing.
To run away with Roza.
To run away from everyone
and everything.
To run away from my past.
To run away from my present.
To run away from my dreams.
Because as someone once said:
"We shed more tears
for our dreams come true,
than for the ones left behind."
Right?
I was happy.
For the first time in my life
I was free.
Did you see that? They can't catch us.
We will never be caught.
I will never see her again.
Christina!
It's over!
Don't even think about it!
Roza says the dreams were
like yesterday's tears.
Yesterday they were there,
today they are not.
What's left behind is the pain.
Caused by everything we've done
to make them come true.
And the pain is not from yesterday.
It's not a memory.
As Roza used to say:
"God has a plan for each one of us".
And she was right.
God had a plan for her too.
And it was not for her to die that day.
Dear Roza.
I'm very sick.
She had failed again.
I'm the worst suicider in the world.
For the third time.
Oh, I broke my leg!
In the same place.
She hadn't broken her leg.
She had broken her ribs.
Will you take care of that idiot?
Because they don't want her
in the asylum anymore.
And a little later in the hospital they
removed her spleen and gall bladder.
But she was alive.
Not that she particularly cared
about that.
What is the patient's name?
Kristina Krasimirova.
We call her Roza.
What are you to her?
A friend.
Thank you.
A month later, after all the surgeries
and the hospital fees
my check from "Music Talent"
was reduced to almost nothing.
I think I know how to make money.
Okay, I understand. Forget it.
And the surgery?
I guess I'll start accepting myself
the way God made me.
You mention God's name in vain
everyday on Instagram, don't you?
Yesterday's tears.
I'm not saying it's easy to forget
your dreams altogether.
But I guess in every person's life
there comes a time when they
need to make a choice.
To decide how they want
to move forward.
If they want to at all.
We live in a world where
people's value is measured
by the number of followers
they have on Instagram.
Beauty is measured in silicone.
And dignity - in dollar bills.
We live in a world, where love exists
only in our posts on the Internet.
And sex and betrayal are
our surest paths to success.
At least according to me in my 20s.
Therefore, as Roza says it is priceless
to have a friend by your side.
Helps you accept
the things in life a little easier.
Right?