Infamy (2023) s01e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
1
[Polish hip-hop song playing]
[no audible dialogue]
G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR
ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SCARED
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
POWER OFF
INFAMY
[song halts]
[surprised laughter]
God!
God!
[melodic chiming]
Fuck, a customer.
- Can you watch Oskar for a second?
- Mm-hmm.
They sent him home from school for a cold,
like a runny nose is the plague.
Hello, Freedom Travel,
Melisa Burano speaking.
Yes, "From Cape to Cape"
is our newest offer.
Yes, a journey from Nordkapp
to the Cape of Good Hope.
[Melisa] Four weeks, all-inclusive.
Yes.
[whispers] Give this
to the little monster, okay?
Yes, only small groups. Sorry.
Hey, Oskar.
[coos]
- I'm your auntie.
- Hi.
I'm gonna teach you
to swear,
roll joints
- [Oskar babbling].
- and rap.
Yeah.
And how to put a condom on a banana.
- [Oskar cooing]
- [Gita laughs]
You'll see when you grow up.
When you're older,
that skill will come in handy.
[mobile music box lullaby playing]
Which one am I?
[Oskar] Here!
You're here.
Yeah.
[Oskar, haltingly] Grandpa.
Kevin.
Lala.
Gita.
- Granny Tania.
- Ladies, please don't be so loud.
You make more noise than the men!
My queen!
[Tania] Here you go.
- Good morning.
- [Tania] Viola has won!
[overlapping chatter]
- [Tania] Yep, it's over.
- [woman] Here's a second one.
[man 1] Hey, what's going on? Stop them!
GAS CHAMBERS FOR GYPSIES
[man 2] Move!
Nice of your folks
to finally let you visit.
[Gita] Mm-hmm.
[Gita sighs heavily]
[Melisa] Gita!
You don't do that to family.
They must be worried sick.
They wanna marry me off.
They want the best for you.
For them, you mean.
I wanna live like this.
Romanipen is like a buffet for you.
You take what you want
and don't give a shit about the rest.
[Melisa] Really? I don't give a shit?
Mmm, Mama just said shit!
Shh! Okay, we're going to the bathroom.
Time for a bath.
[muffled chuckling]
Running away is not the answer.
It was for you.
I fell in love with a non-Romani boy.
I had to make a choice.
I couldn't have both him and our family.
[person in distance] Nice going!
Try that.
Maybe you'll get lucky and fall in love.
I don't want a husband.
Then sleep with someone. Get kidnapped.
When they find out you're damaged goods,
your hubby won't want you.
That's infamy for ya.
[pensive, somber music playing]
So I can get laid
to avoid legalized prostitution as a wife?
Don't twist it back on me, Gita.
I didn't invent Romanipen.
Sorry.
[lively, folksy music playing]
Hey, daughter number two, gimme that.
[Gita] A daughter reflects
[Melisa] Her
[both]Father!
[both laughing]
- A daughter reflects her father!
- Reflects her father!
- A daughter reflects her father!
- Reflects her father!
[both laughing]
- Her what?
- Father!
A daughter
[both]reflects her father!
Know what I'm in?
Deep shit.
Mm-hmm.
The Roma don't accept me anymore
and the gorgers never will.
Fuck
Filip's mom hides the silverware
whenever I come over.
Fuck me
I don't even wanna talk about it.
Hey, listen.
You have a cool job,
a family.
But I'm all alone with the children.
I can't I can't take it anymore.
No aunties, grandparents?
I just want to rest.
You've got me.
And I will always love you.
Always accept you.
And will always be with you.
Yeah.
MOM TO: MELISA
GITA'S MISSING.
EVERYONE'S LOOKING FOR HER
MELISA TO: MOM
GITA IS AT MY PLACE, MOMMY
[soulful Romani folk song playing]
[Viola] Gita!
[Marko] Let's go.
[Melisa] Mom!
Mom!
Maybe you could
at least stay for breakfast?
[Marko] Are you coming?
[Viola] Buy the kids something.
From Grandma.
- [car doors close]
- [engine turns over]
[soulful Romani folk song continuing]
G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SCARED
CUSTODY FACILITY
IN BIAŁA GÓRA
[man] Tagar!
[song trails off]
You fucking nuts?
Rolo scored a prescription.
[Rolo] Depression.
Mm-hmm.
[man] How'd it go?
Article 158,
and I'm not allowed to leave the house.
[man exhales heavily]
How's Beast doing?
Have a sandwich.
You must be starving, man.
I asked about the dog.
Local police took her.
They'll check if she's healthy,
and let her go.
But that woman's husband
won't let it go so easy.
She was pregnant.
With a Polish baby.
Oh fuck!
You should know
why this wedding is so important to us.
You know your father had debts.
Huge ones.
From gambling.
Uncle paid them off.
He didn't want infamy
for the whole family.
Marko promised him
he'd he'd pay him back everything.
But now Stefan wants
Instead of money,
he wants your father to help him with
strengthening business ties
with the Czechs.
That's the reason
for you wedding to Janko.
He's using me to pay off his debt?
[low, distressing music plays]
And that's why we left Wales.
How much am I worth?
You father's debt is 100,000.
[ragged breathing]
And, uh,
what happens if I don't?
[low, distressing music building]
[shakily] Only you can save
our family now.
[Gita] Then who
who will save me?
We are a family.
[panting quietly]
[panting intensifies]
[retching, coughing]
What's wrong?
What's going on? What'd you tell her?
Why is she crying?
What did you tell her?
What did you tell her?
[Viola] The truth.
I told her the truth.
[Marko] We had an agreement!
[Viola] I told her the truth
because I've had enough
of the fucking lies, okay?
I know you've been gambling again!
[funky hip-hop beat playing]
[Gita rapping]
Liar, a liar on a liar's cliff ♪
The king of the bullshit, majesty ♪
Whatever he touched
Became fake like gold ♪
Like he held a bunch of matches
Telling you it's a torch ♪
[music halts]
FLIGHT SEARCH
WARSAW – MANCHESTER
G.I.T.A. TO: SONNY
SONNY TO: G.I.T.A.
Fuck!
[phone chimes]
SONNY TO: G.I.T.A.
- Gita
- Go away.
And close the door.
[Viola] Trust us, please.
[Gita] I hate you both.
If you want,
today you can stay home from school.
Get some rest.
[low, haunting music playing]
You'd better take her out of school.
[Marko] Mm-mmm.
I don't want the Czechs thinking
that Polish Roma are a bunch of hicks.
Get the cousins.
She's done with the bike.
They can watch her.
[indistinct chatter]
Auntie? Do you want some tea?
- [woman] No thanks, dear, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
No thanks, dear, I'm fine.
- Maybe some coffee or something?
- No. Thanks, dear. I'm fine.
TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.
DON'T WORRY. I'M FINE.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE OKAY
[faint clamoring in distance]
- Strangers! Strangers coming!
- [EDM playing over car stereo]
You guys, get over here! Now!
- What the fuck is this?
- Who knows? Dirty fucks!
- Can we help you?
- Where's the dog-lover?
No one like that here.
The fuck you mean, Grandpa?
The police just let him go.
He's not here!
- Yeah? Then prove it!
- Calm down.
- Prove it!
- Want me to?
- Yeah, do it.
- Huh?
That's enough, gentlemen.
Enough, just relax!
[man 1] Grandpa, who the fuck are you?
[man 2] Show fucking respect.
He's the president!
[man 1] Does it look like I give a fuck?
Give us Tagar, or there'll be fucking war!
- [president] I'll tell you once, get lost.
- [man 3] Or what, you fuck?
You come in
and none of you come out again.
- Got it?
- [man 1] Is that so?
- All right.
- Then get the fuck out!
Spider! Tell the others.
[man 4] We can't do it.
Right now!
- Fuck you!
- [president] Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
- Go back to where you came from!
- [Spider] Get the fuck out! You hear me?
[man 5] Good riddance.
Bye-bye, ladies!
[Marko] Bye, bye, ladies!
[hip-hop beat playing]
[child] Tagar! Tagar! Run, run!
- [woman] Tagar, run away!
- [child] Hurry!
[Gita rapping in Polish]
You should know ♪
Pay it off, pay it off ♪
Cruising through life
Full of stop signs ♪
[in English]
No escape sign, no emergency exit ♪
[in Polish] Getting married
For a fucking hundred grand? ♪
How many Ks to survive?
How many Ks for immunity? ♪
[in English] Shame, blame is a spiral ♪
[in Polish] I can write it all ♪
[in English] Caution is my potion
And freedom?
[in Polish] What's that?
Stevo and Walter have it under control ♪
[in English]
Mandatory self-explanatory ♪
[in Polish] Roma are my people ♪
[Cherry] Ah!
There she is!
Were you trying to skip a test?
- [Nadia] Hey.
- Hey, girl.
You're totally stoned.
Really? Why would you say that? Fuck!
- Nadia!
- A little weed, that's all.
[Cherry] Weed, sure.
All right, come on. We have to hide her.
Let her sober up a bit.
- But, school is
- Come on.
[Cherry] Oh Jesus Christ, no!
Get up, get up! Hey!
Help me out here!
- I'm sorry.
- [Cherry] Gita!
- What the fuck, Gita?
- Fuck!
[hip-hop beat playing]
[Gita] Fuck me.
- [Cherry] Get up.
- [Kamil] Don't overreact.
- [Eliza] Hey.
- Hi!
- Is something wrong?
- Um No, no. Um, bye!
- Look at that! Look!
- Nadia, be quiet!
- [Cherry] They might beat you up.
- [Nadia] They're Persians!
- [Cherry] Come on!
- In real life!
Hey. You know Gita?
- Um
- Pretty girl?
One of ours.
Have you seen her?
Umm, she left. Long gone.
Okay.
[dog barking in distance]
[cat yowling]
[Eliza] Hey.
You want some?
I gave your goons the slip.
Fuck
[Eliza] Yeah.
They're definitely not Brazilian.
Unless you mean
that favela outside the city.
What do you want?
Just keep my secret sometime.
That's a big risk.
I like that.
- They'll eat us both alive.
- They can kiss my ass.
And besides,
no one'll find out.
Your boyfriend doesn't like me.
Mm-hmm.
'Cause Mikołaj's a douchebag.
Then why are you with him?
Sometimes the fuckery of life is like
a bent penis.
You can't do anything about it.
- [both laughing]
- [vehicle approaching]
[bodyguard 1] Hey!
Are you kidding me?
[Gita clears throat]
Don't speak to me like that.
I was at the library.
And you're the ones who left me waiting.
I was gonna walk.
I wasn't planning to tell Stefan, but now
Mmm, you guys are fucked.
Hey, just relax.
It was a misunderstanding, okay?
- Yeah.
- No need to bother your uncle.
Where do you live?
Me?
Ever since preschool,
we've been sitting together.
And now this girl from the UK
arrives and takes over.
Do you know what she told me?
That Gita is a "numerological three,"
and she always wanted
a three for a friend.
[Nadia coughs]
You know, three is
a really interesting number.
Really?
It's the only the only number
that's a sum of the two numbers
smaller than Because
Because one and two is three.
[bemused laughter]
That's enough drugs, Nadia.
They're melting your brain.
- [coughing]
- And drink some water, for God's sake!
Jesus, Nadia! Nadia, breathe! Nadia!
Somebody call an ambulance!
Nadia, breathe!
Here, lay on your side!
Spit it out, spit it out!
[intricate folk music playing]
It's okay, I'm right here.
[tinny electronic music
playing over speakers]
You've got your own bodyguard.
- Mm-hmm.
- And chauffeur.
Wow.
- [both laughing]
- Hi.
[music halts]
Where did she come from?
[Eliza] Um, from Great Britain.
- Mom?
- Ah
Brexit, right?
[Gita] Mmm, yes.
Terrible situation for the whole country.
Then
Uh
Are you
You're
- Mom, what?
- Catholic?
[whispers] Are you?
Jesus?
Uh, yeah, Mom. Gita's Catholic like us.
[Eliza's mother] Ah.
That's such a relief.
People there are Anglican.
They think their, um
their queen can be pope.
A woman!
They're godless!
[startled cough]
- There's no god?
- No!
No, no, no! Yes, there's a god!
Yes, yes.
What?
Honestly, she's all right.
She just spends too much time at church.
Like it's Like it's a club or something.
She's lonely.
There are no nice men around.
Is she divorced?
Mm-mmm.
She never had a husband.
She never had a husband?
Mm-mmm.
[Gita sighs]
So
my girlfriend from Wales
is engaged.
[Eliza] Hmm?
Same age as us.
In fact, her parents are marrying her off.
She doesn't want it.
So, like the 19th century?
Like the Taliban?
I don't understand that.
They're uniting family businesses.
Okay.
I understand that.
Being rich is better than being poor, but
She's not in love with him at all? Yuck!
You have a stranger touching you.
Ugh, yuck! No!
Tell your friend she should drink.
Or do drugs.
Take medication.
Anything to numb herself.
Or tell her to come here. We'll save her.
I give her this classic advice.
"Marriage? No, no, no."
[chuckles]
But sex?
[both] Yes, yes, yes.
[Eliza] What?
From the UK?
He's Brazilian, remember? Like me.
And have you two
You know?
No.
And you?
Mmm
Just the tip.
- [both laugh]
- What?
Just a little bit.
I'll explain it to you.
Mmm, don't think you should.
- [woman 1] They sprayed our van.
- [woman 2] Terrible.
[woman 3] I'm worried about the children.
[woman 2] Disgusting!
[woman 2] Luckily, it washes off.
[woman 3] Let the Lord punish them!
It's in his hands.
[Tania] Viola! Hurry up, come!
We're waiting for you! Everyone is ready.
Okay, I'll be right there!
Okay, okay. Keep your panties on.
TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.
SEE YOU TODAY?
[Gita] That's right, drive away.
[engine turns over]
G.I.T.A. TO TAGAR:
I DON'T KNOW
G.I.T.A TO TAGAR:
I'M HOME ALONE
We gon' drink champagne ♪
You got that flavor, come here
I got the taste of fame ♪
Sweet on my tongue
Lap it up, I go go insane ♪
I got my cup, serve me up again ♪
Pure satisfaction to the top ♪
Make me feel like
All the flavor never stop ♪
Got the taste of fame ♪
Sweet honey, honey, make it pop ♪
I go go insane ♪
I got my cup, serve me up again ♪
Mmm, you're so tasty
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
So tasty ♪
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
Mmm, you're so tasty
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
You're so tasty, you're so tasty ♪
All my life I waited for ya, for ya
You're super fresh ♪
All my life I waited for ya, for ya
You're super fresh ♪
Oh, Grandma! Hey.
You're not going shopping?
I only shop at pharmacies.
I'm getting old!
[chuckles]
We've got a fugitive visiting.
Give me light.
[lighter clicks]
What have they done to your face?
[Tania] Child,
pull that thread and cut it!
See how they tried
to disfigure this lovely boy?
[Tagar] Hey!
[Tania chuckles]
Keep your dog on a leash, young man!
- And next time, keep its muzzle on!
- [Tagar] All right, Auntie.
Laugh if you want.
Do you think I've always been this old?
No, I have loved too.
Oh, brother.
I was a wild one
It's hereditary, you know.
[hip-hop beat playing]
- [Gita laughs]
- Here to keep an eye on me?
Exactly. Gypsies steal. Haven't you heard?
And breed like rabbits, also.
I don't want any kids. Do you?
Mmm, it's not that simple.
That's a sick beat.
For this sample, um,
I used a Romani song.
You know it?
Of course I do.
So why don't you want children?
Isn't it nice to have someone to live for?
- Isn't that what friends are for?
- Sure. It's just that
You love your children unconditionally,
the same way they love you hopefully.
It's a fat beat.
Good shit.
What?
I've just never talked like this.
With a girl.
It's called conversation.
I'll make a loop out of it.
You can give it a try,
see how you vibe with it. Okay?
Take it away.
- [beat playing over headphones]
- I'm afraid.
Fear is just a thought.
Let it flow right out.
[music resumes]
My great-great-grandmother
Had 'em tattoos on her smiler ♪
Cigar in her lips, puff, puff
No man be messin' with Grandma ♪
- Stop, I'm not feeling it. No.
- [music halts]
Are you crazy?
That's a killer intro. Nice and dark.
Maybe you could rap it in our language?
- In Romani?
- Yeah.
Give it a shot.
[music resumes]
[in Romani] My good, good ol' granny
Oh no, this stinks mightily ♪
[laughs] Yeah, this makes no sense!
Yes, it makes sense!
[Tagar in Romani] My face, so battered
Peace of mind was all that mattered ♪
My guts and my face, boot-stamped ♪
You're my bliss ♪
You're my Gita, bliss
Come closer, sunshine ♪
And kiss my lips ♪
- [music halts]
- Sorry.
[music resumes]
[in English] Has a beautiful face
Has a serious glow ♪
An old soul and a real-life goal ♪
[in Polish and English]
Too fast, too much, too quick ♪
[in English] So we ourselves spoil ♪
[in Polish and English]
You blink, you're not a kid anymore ♪
[in English] Revolution is us ♪
Freedom flows in my blood ♪
Freedom, feel it
Fear is just a thought ♪
Let it go, wisdom ♪
Fear is just a thought, let it go ♪
[in Polish] Bang, bang, lines so white ♪
Bang, bang, fucking Czech
Screws up your brain tight ♪
With a stripped thread, wanna bet?
Who are they? Us, you, them ♪
[in English]
Ping, pong, break between us ♪
[in English and Polish]
Me and you, go away ♪
[Stefan in English]
Marko can still get his shit together!
[foreboding music playing]
This is fucking great stuff.
Go ahead.
[attendant] Here you are, sir.
[snorts]
[gasps]
What the fuck?
[Marko laughs]
Let's do it.
[man] He needed it. I don't need it.
I don't feel anything.
[quirky, disorienting music playing]
- [Stevo] It froze!
- [Walter] You froze!
It's loading.
I told you to choose a different one.
Yeah, like you know.
[woman laughing]
[woman 1] Our Gita
will look splendid at the concert.
[woman 2] Gita, come and try it on.
Right with you.
Come.
[Viola] There's a guest coming
from abroad. The Czechs will be there.
[woman 3] You know
someone will fall in love with her.
[Tania] What did you have in mind?
What material did you choose?
- [woman 4] This is for the dress.
- [Tania] Lovely. Yes, this one is good.
Yes, that's good.
It suits Gita just right.
It reminds me
of something I wore many years ago.
[plaintive folk guitar playing]
[loud crashing]
[Tania] Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- [Tania] It's the gorgers!
- [Stefan] Fucking hell!
[Tania] Get them, Stefan!
Get them! Go see what's happening!
- Oh God, what have they done?
- [Stefan] Fuck!
[gun clattering]
Fuck! Are you crazy, brother?
- You gotta do what you gotta do!
- What's going on?
- What's going on?
- We were chasing them.
I fought one of them off,
but the fuckers got away.
Go wipe yourself down.
And don't let the women see you,
or they'll never stop screaming.
[Stefan] Keep watch through the night.
The police know.
Fuck the police!
What the fuck are they gonna do?
They'll give them a ride home.
[Stefan] Since when are you
such a fucking smartass?
Tagar! Come here!
You can't stay here.
You have to hide somewhere.
Just don't let anyone know where.
What are you staring at?
I'll get my stuff.
Move it!
[Tania] God, what's happening?
You've started a Polish-Romani war.
It was an accident.
I know.
They'll always find
a reason to beat a Romani.
You'll be safe there.
Thank you.
[man] Stefan!
[woman] Gita!
Gita!
Where is she?
Go.
[low, yearnful music playing]
[door opening]
MY WIFE MISCARRIED
MAKE THEM FACE JUSTICE!
PUT THE DOG DOWN!
WAS IT MUZZLED OR ON A LEAD?
GYPSY DEADBEATS
CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING.
THE DOG GOT SCARED OF THE POLES.
IT WAS DEFENDING ITSELF.
BAR TEK
YOU'LL HANG, DOG
MIKOŁAJ
AN EYE FOR AN EYE
- [computer chiming]
- [sirens wailing in distance]
MIKOŁAJ
IT CAN'T BE FIXED
No. Don't cry, don't worry.
Yeah, somewhere safe.
No.
No, I can't tell you.
[intense, cryptic music playing]
[Gita] It's not your cup size, I'm afraid.
Maybe instead of looking for Mom's money,
you could get a lobotomy
so that none of your children
have to pay off your debts ever again?
Yeah. You've totally fucked up my life.
Thank you so much, Daddy.
[principal] We've gathered you here
because a student at our school
has been found to be under the influence
of illegal intoxicants.
[Kapuściński] What the fuck
are you talking about, old man?
- Kapuściński, Jesus!
- What?
You think this is funny, huh?
The teaching staff want to believe
this was an isolated incident,
but I have to ask you,
and I want you to be
completely honest with me,
does anyone here use illegal drugs?
- [assembly laughing]
- [Kapuściński] Nobody.
- Cherry! Hey, are you on drugs?
- [principal] I understand.
Hey, I know one of you is lying here.
If that's the case, nobody sitting here
should have anything to be worried about
when we begin
mandatory drug testing tomorrow!
- Seriously?
- You gotta be kidding!
You know that's
completely against our civil rights!
- [principal] Freedom Is a state of mind.
- If we piss for you!
- Fucking bullshit!
- Everyone remember that!
You're welcome.
[angry muttering]
My mom would fucking love this.
KAMIL TO: ELIZA
HOW MUCH IS URINE?
ELIZA TO: KAMIL
10 PER SAMPLE. YOU'RE NEXT IN LINE
Hallelujah!
[Eliza] Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!
We're in pee-business!
How's Lala?
- Fine.
- [Lala] There's no more pee in my butt!
[phone chimes]
No!
Oh, fuck.
- What's wrong?
- They're gonna test our blood tomorrow.
- Oh, fuck me!
- Hey, girls.
Gita, rehearsal tomorrow at 9:00.
Okay, thank you.
My dad won't forgive you
if you fuck up again.
Got it.
Is that guy your brother?
Fuck, there's a Romani
culture fest Sunday.
I'm supposed to sing and dance.
Nice.
I can come.
You nuts?
No one can come!
I'm from fucking Brazil, remember?
Last one there's a stinky fart!
Too slow!
Come on! Gita! What are you doing?
[Gita] We're so fucked.
- [Walter] It's gonna break.
- [Eliza] I know how to save us.
[bell tolling]
[knocking on door]
How can I help you?
I've got a thing.
You've got a thing?
Mm-hmm.
[sighs] Come in.
[hip-hop beat playing]
Go ahead, tell on me.
And what if I helped you?
On one condition.
You win back my freedom.
Beast!
[Gita rapping in Polish]
[in English] Get for a moment up
You'll burn to ashes, so fuck ♪
On the ground
You'll slowly turn to dust, so grime ♪
If I was Brazilian, I'd be your amiga ♪
But I'm a Bohemian
Couldn't be a cheerleader ♪
But call me fucking yoga ♪
'Cause I'm from India
Rather than from Romania ♪
Polish, UK, proud garam masala ♪
[rapping in Polish]
[in English]
Tomorrow is easy, like a child play ♪
[rapping in Polish]
[Polish hip-hop song playing]
[no audible dialogue]
G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR
ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SCARED
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
POWER OFF
INFAMY
[song halts]
[surprised laughter]
God!
God!
[melodic chiming]
Fuck, a customer.
- Can you watch Oskar for a second?
- Mm-hmm.
They sent him home from school for a cold,
like a runny nose is the plague.
Hello, Freedom Travel,
Melisa Burano speaking.
Yes, "From Cape to Cape"
is our newest offer.
Yes, a journey from Nordkapp
to the Cape of Good Hope.
[Melisa] Four weeks, all-inclusive.
Yes.
[whispers] Give this
to the little monster, okay?
Yes, only small groups. Sorry.
Hey, Oskar.
[coos]
- I'm your auntie.
- Hi.
I'm gonna teach you
to swear,
roll joints
- [Oskar babbling].
- and rap.
Yeah.
And how to put a condom on a banana.
- [Oskar cooing]
- [Gita laughs]
You'll see when you grow up.
When you're older,
that skill will come in handy.
[mobile music box lullaby playing]
Which one am I?
[Oskar] Here!
You're here.
Yeah.
[Oskar, haltingly] Grandpa.
Kevin.
Lala.
Gita.
- Granny Tania.
- Ladies, please don't be so loud.
You make more noise than the men!
My queen!
[Tania] Here you go.
- Good morning.
- [Tania] Viola has won!
[overlapping chatter]
- [Tania] Yep, it's over.
- [woman] Here's a second one.
[man 1] Hey, what's going on? Stop them!
GAS CHAMBERS FOR GYPSIES
[man 2] Move!
Nice of your folks
to finally let you visit.
[Gita] Mm-hmm.
[Gita sighs heavily]
[Melisa] Gita!
You don't do that to family.
They must be worried sick.
They wanna marry me off.
They want the best for you.
For them, you mean.
I wanna live like this.
Romanipen is like a buffet for you.
You take what you want
and don't give a shit about the rest.
[Melisa] Really? I don't give a shit?
Mmm, Mama just said shit!
Shh! Okay, we're going to the bathroom.
Time for a bath.
[muffled chuckling]
Running away is not the answer.
It was for you.
I fell in love with a non-Romani boy.
I had to make a choice.
I couldn't have both him and our family.
[person in distance] Nice going!
Try that.
Maybe you'll get lucky and fall in love.
I don't want a husband.
Then sleep with someone. Get kidnapped.
When they find out you're damaged goods,
your hubby won't want you.
That's infamy for ya.
[pensive, somber music playing]
So I can get laid
to avoid legalized prostitution as a wife?
Don't twist it back on me, Gita.
I didn't invent Romanipen.
Sorry.
[lively, folksy music playing]
Hey, daughter number two, gimme that.
[Gita] A daughter reflects
[Melisa] Her
[both]Father!
[both laughing]
- A daughter reflects her father!
- Reflects her father!
- A daughter reflects her father!
- Reflects her father!
[both laughing]
- Her what?
- Father!
A daughter
[both]reflects her father!
Know what I'm in?
Deep shit.
Mm-hmm.
The Roma don't accept me anymore
and the gorgers never will.
Fuck
Filip's mom hides the silverware
whenever I come over.
Fuck me
I don't even wanna talk about it.
Hey, listen.
You have a cool job,
a family.
But I'm all alone with the children.
I can't I can't take it anymore.
No aunties, grandparents?
I just want to rest.
You've got me.
And I will always love you.
Always accept you.
And will always be with you.
Yeah.
MOM TO: MELISA
GITA'S MISSING.
EVERYONE'S LOOKING FOR HER
MELISA TO: MOM
GITA IS AT MY PLACE, MOMMY
[soulful Romani folk song playing]
[Viola] Gita!
[Marko] Let's go.
[Melisa] Mom!
Mom!
Maybe you could
at least stay for breakfast?
[Marko] Are you coming?
[Viola] Buy the kids something.
From Grandma.
- [car doors close]
- [engine turns over]
[soulful Romani folk song continuing]
G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SCARED
CUSTODY FACILITY
IN BIAŁA GÓRA
[man] Tagar!
[song trails off]
You fucking nuts?
Rolo scored a prescription.
[Rolo] Depression.
Mm-hmm.
[man] How'd it go?
Article 158,
and I'm not allowed to leave the house.
[man exhales heavily]
How's Beast doing?
Have a sandwich.
You must be starving, man.
I asked about the dog.
Local police took her.
They'll check if she's healthy,
and let her go.
But that woman's husband
won't let it go so easy.
She was pregnant.
With a Polish baby.
Oh fuck!
You should know
why this wedding is so important to us.
You know your father had debts.
Huge ones.
From gambling.
Uncle paid them off.
He didn't want infamy
for the whole family.
Marko promised him
he'd he'd pay him back everything.
But now Stefan wants
Instead of money,
he wants your father to help him with
strengthening business ties
with the Czechs.
That's the reason
for you wedding to Janko.
He's using me to pay off his debt?
[low, distressing music plays]
And that's why we left Wales.
How much am I worth?
You father's debt is 100,000.
[ragged breathing]
And, uh,
what happens if I don't?
[low, distressing music building]
[shakily] Only you can save
our family now.
[Gita] Then who
who will save me?
We are a family.
[panting quietly]
[panting intensifies]
[retching, coughing]
What's wrong?
What's going on? What'd you tell her?
Why is she crying?
What did you tell her?
What did you tell her?
[Viola] The truth.
I told her the truth.
[Marko] We had an agreement!
[Viola] I told her the truth
because I've had enough
of the fucking lies, okay?
I know you've been gambling again!
[funky hip-hop beat playing]
[Gita rapping]
Liar, a liar on a liar's cliff ♪
The king of the bullshit, majesty ♪
Whatever he touched
Became fake like gold ♪
Like he held a bunch of matches
Telling you it's a torch ♪
[music halts]
FLIGHT SEARCH
WARSAW – MANCHESTER
G.I.T.A. TO: SONNY
SONNY TO: G.I.T.A.
Fuck!
[phone chimes]
SONNY TO: G.I.T.A.
- Gita
- Go away.
And close the door.
[Viola] Trust us, please.
[Gita] I hate you both.
If you want,
today you can stay home from school.
Get some rest.
[low, haunting music playing]
You'd better take her out of school.
[Marko] Mm-mmm.
I don't want the Czechs thinking
that Polish Roma are a bunch of hicks.
Get the cousins.
She's done with the bike.
They can watch her.
[indistinct chatter]
Auntie? Do you want some tea?
- [woman] No thanks, dear, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
No thanks, dear, I'm fine.
- Maybe some coffee or something?
- No. Thanks, dear. I'm fine.
TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.
DON'T WORRY. I'M FINE.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE OKAY
[faint clamoring in distance]
- Strangers! Strangers coming!
- [EDM playing over car stereo]
You guys, get over here! Now!
- What the fuck is this?
- Who knows? Dirty fucks!
- Can we help you?
- Where's the dog-lover?
No one like that here.
The fuck you mean, Grandpa?
The police just let him go.
He's not here!
- Yeah? Then prove it!
- Calm down.
- Prove it!
- Want me to?
- Yeah, do it.
- Huh?
That's enough, gentlemen.
Enough, just relax!
[man 1] Grandpa, who the fuck are you?
[man 2] Show fucking respect.
He's the president!
[man 1] Does it look like I give a fuck?
Give us Tagar, or there'll be fucking war!
- [president] I'll tell you once, get lost.
- [man 3] Or what, you fuck?
You come in
and none of you come out again.
- Got it?
- [man 1] Is that so?
- All right.
- Then get the fuck out!
Spider! Tell the others.
[man 4] We can't do it.
Right now!
- Fuck you!
- [president] Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
- Go back to where you came from!
- [Spider] Get the fuck out! You hear me?
[man 5] Good riddance.
Bye-bye, ladies!
[Marko] Bye, bye, ladies!
[hip-hop beat playing]
[child] Tagar! Tagar! Run, run!
- [woman] Tagar, run away!
- [child] Hurry!
[Gita rapping in Polish]
You should know ♪
Pay it off, pay it off ♪
Cruising through life
Full of stop signs ♪
[in English]
No escape sign, no emergency exit ♪
[in Polish] Getting married
For a fucking hundred grand? ♪
How many Ks to survive?
How many Ks for immunity? ♪
[in English] Shame, blame is a spiral ♪
[in Polish] I can write it all ♪
[in English] Caution is my potion
And freedom?
[in Polish] What's that?
Stevo and Walter have it under control ♪
[in English]
Mandatory self-explanatory ♪
[in Polish] Roma are my people ♪
[Cherry] Ah!
There she is!
Were you trying to skip a test?
- [Nadia] Hey.
- Hey, girl.
You're totally stoned.
Really? Why would you say that? Fuck!
- Nadia!
- A little weed, that's all.
[Cherry] Weed, sure.
All right, come on. We have to hide her.
Let her sober up a bit.
- But, school is
- Come on.
[Cherry] Oh Jesus Christ, no!
Get up, get up! Hey!
Help me out here!
- I'm sorry.
- [Cherry] Gita!
- What the fuck, Gita?
- Fuck!
[hip-hop beat playing]
[Gita] Fuck me.
- [Cherry] Get up.
- [Kamil] Don't overreact.
- [Eliza] Hey.
- Hi!
- Is something wrong?
- Um No, no. Um, bye!
- Look at that! Look!
- Nadia, be quiet!
- [Cherry] They might beat you up.
- [Nadia] They're Persians!
- [Cherry] Come on!
- In real life!
Hey. You know Gita?
- Um
- Pretty girl?
One of ours.
Have you seen her?
Umm, she left. Long gone.
Okay.
[dog barking in distance]
[cat yowling]
[Eliza] Hey.
You want some?
I gave your goons the slip.
Fuck
[Eliza] Yeah.
They're definitely not Brazilian.
Unless you mean
that favela outside the city.
What do you want?
Just keep my secret sometime.
That's a big risk.
I like that.
- They'll eat us both alive.
- They can kiss my ass.
And besides,
no one'll find out.
Your boyfriend doesn't like me.
Mm-hmm.
'Cause Mikołaj's a douchebag.
Then why are you with him?
Sometimes the fuckery of life is like
a bent penis.
You can't do anything about it.
- [both laughing]
- [vehicle approaching]
[bodyguard 1] Hey!
Are you kidding me?
[Gita clears throat]
Don't speak to me like that.
I was at the library.
And you're the ones who left me waiting.
I was gonna walk.
I wasn't planning to tell Stefan, but now
Mmm, you guys are fucked.
Hey, just relax.
It was a misunderstanding, okay?
- Yeah.
- No need to bother your uncle.
Where do you live?
Me?
Ever since preschool,
we've been sitting together.
And now this girl from the UK
arrives and takes over.
Do you know what she told me?
That Gita is a "numerological three,"
and she always wanted
a three for a friend.
[Nadia coughs]
You know, three is
a really interesting number.
Really?
It's the only the only number
that's a sum of the two numbers
smaller than Because
Because one and two is three.
[bemused laughter]
That's enough drugs, Nadia.
They're melting your brain.
- [coughing]
- And drink some water, for God's sake!
Jesus, Nadia! Nadia, breathe! Nadia!
Somebody call an ambulance!
Nadia, breathe!
Here, lay on your side!
Spit it out, spit it out!
[intricate folk music playing]
It's okay, I'm right here.
[tinny electronic music
playing over speakers]
You've got your own bodyguard.
- Mm-hmm.
- And chauffeur.
Wow.
- [both laughing]
- Hi.
[music halts]
Where did she come from?
[Eliza] Um, from Great Britain.
- Mom?
- Ah
Brexit, right?
[Gita] Mmm, yes.
Terrible situation for the whole country.
Then
Uh
Are you
You're
- Mom, what?
- Catholic?
[whispers] Are you?
Jesus?
Uh, yeah, Mom. Gita's Catholic like us.
[Eliza's mother] Ah.
That's such a relief.
People there are Anglican.
They think their, um
their queen can be pope.
A woman!
They're godless!
[startled cough]
- There's no god?
- No!
No, no, no! Yes, there's a god!
Yes, yes.
What?
Honestly, she's all right.
She just spends too much time at church.
Like it's Like it's a club or something.
She's lonely.
There are no nice men around.
Is she divorced?
Mm-mmm.
She never had a husband.
She never had a husband?
Mm-mmm.
[Gita sighs]
So
my girlfriend from Wales
is engaged.
[Eliza] Hmm?
Same age as us.
In fact, her parents are marrying her off.
She doesn't want it.
So, like the 19th century?
Like the Taliban?
I don't understand that.
They're uniting family businesses.
Okay.
I understand that.
Being rich is better than being poor, but
She's not in love with him at all? Yuck!
You have a stranger touching you.
Ugh, yuck! No!
Tell your friend she should drink.
Or do drugs.
Take medication.
Anything to numb herself.
Or tell her to come here. We'll save her.
I give her this classic advice.
"Marriage? No, no, no."
[chuckles]
But sex?
[both] Yes, yes, yes.
[Eliza] What?
From the UK?
He's Brazilian, remember? Like me.
And have you two
You know?
No.
And you?
Mmm
Just the tip.
- [both laugh]
- What?
Just a little bit.
I'll explain it to you.
Mmm, don't think you should.
- [woman 1] They sprayed our van.
- [woman 2] Terrible.
[woman 3] I'm worried about the children.
[woman 2] Disgusting!
[woman 2] Luckily, it washes off.
[woman 3] Let the Lord punish them!
It's in his hands.
[Tania] Viola! Hurry up, come!
We're waiting for you! Everyone is ready.
Okay, I'll be right there!
Okay, okay. Keep your panties on.
TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.
SEE YOU TODAY?
[Gita] That's right, drive away.
[engine turns over]
G.I.T.A. TO TAGAR:
I DON'T KNOW
G.I.T.A TO TAGAR:
I'M HOME ALONE
We gon' drink champagne ♪
You got that flavor, come here
I got the taste of fame ♪
Sweet on my tongue
Lap it up, I go go insane ♪
I got my cup, serve me up again ♪
Pure satisfaction to the top ♪
Make me feel like
All the flavor never stop ♪
Got the taste of fame ♪
Sweet honey, honey, make it pop ♪
I go go insane ♪
I got my cup, serve me up again ♪
Mmm, you're so tasty
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
So tasty ♪
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
Mmm, you're so tasty
You're so tasty, tasty ♪
You're so tasty, you're so tasty ♪
All my life I waited for ya, for ya
You're super fresh ♪
All my life I waited for ya, for ya
You're super fresh ♪
Oh, Grandma! Hey.
You're not going shopping?
I only shop at pharmacies.
I'm getting old!
[chuckles]
We've got a fugitive visiting.
Give me light.
[lighter clicks]
What have they done to your face?
[Tania] Child,
pull that thread and cut it!
See how they tried
to disfigure this lovely boy?
[Tagar] Hey!
[Tania chuckles]
Keep your dog on a leash, young man!
- And next time, keep its muzzle on!
- [Tagar] All right, Auntie.
Laugh if you want.
Do you think I've always been this old?
No, I have loved too.
Oh, brother.
I was a wild one
It's hereditary, you know.
[hip-hop beat playing]
- [Gita laughs]
- Here to keep an eye on me?
Exactly. Gypsies steal. Haven't you heard?
And breed like rabbits, also.
I don't want any kids. Do you?
Mmm, it's not that simple.
That's a sick beat.
For this sample, um,
I used a Romani song.
You know it?
Of course I do.
So why don't you want children?
Isn't it nice to have someone to live for?
- Isn't that what friends are for?
- Sure. It's just that
You love your children unconditionally,
the same way they love you hopefully.
It's a fat beat.
Good shit.
What?
I've just never talked like this.
With a girl.
It's called conversation.
I'll make a loop out of it.
You can give it a try,
see how you vibe with it. Okay?
Take it away.
- [beat playing over headphones]
- I'm afraid.
Fear is just a thought.
Let it flow right out.
[music resumes]
My great-great-grandmother
Had 'em tattoos on her smiler ♪
Cigar in her lips, puff, puff
No man be messin' with Grandma ♪
- Stop, I'm not feeling it. No.
- [music halts]
Are you crazy?
That's a killer intro. Nice and dark.
Maybe you could rap it in our language?
- In Romani?
- Yeah.
Give it a shot.
[music resumes]
[in Romani] My good, good ol' granny
Oh no, this stinks mightily ♪
[laughs] Yeah, this makes no sense!
Yes, it makes sense!
[Tagar in Romani] My face, so battered
Peace of mind was all that mattered ♪
My guts and my face, boot-stamped ♪
You're my bliss ♪
You're my Gita, bliss
Come closer, sunshine ♪
And kiss my lips ♪
- [music halts]
- Sorry.
[music resumes]
[in English] Has a beautiful face
Has a serious glow ♪
An old soul and a real-life goal ♪
[in Polish and English]
Too fast, too much, too quick ♪
[in English] So we ourselves spoil ♪
[in Polish and English]
You blink, you're not a kid anymore ♪
[in English] Revolution is us ♪
Freedom flows in my blood ♪
Freedom, feel it
Fear is just a thought ♪
Let it go, wisdom ♪
Fear is just a thought, let it go ♪
[in Polish] Bang, bang, lines so white ♪
Bang, bang, fucking Czech
Screws up your brain tight ♪
With a stripped thread, wanna bet?
Who are they? Us, you, them ♪
[in English]
Ping, pong, break between us ♪
[in English and Polish]
Me and you, go away ♪
[Stefan in English]
Marko can still get his shit together!
[foreboding music playing]
This is fucking great stuff.
Go ahead.
[attendant] Here you are, sir.
[snorts]
[gasps]
What the fuck?
[Marko laughs]
Let's do it.
[man] He needed it. I don't need it.
I don't feel anything.
[quirky, disorienting music playing]
- [Stevo] It froze!
- [Walter] You froze!
It's loading.
I told you to choose a different one.
Yeah, like you know.
[woman laughing]
[woman 1] Our Gita
will look splendid at the concert.
[woman 2] Gita, come and try it on.
Right with you.
Come.
[Viola] There's a guest coming
from abroad. The Czechs will be there.
[woman 3] You know
someone will fall in love with her.
[Tania] What did you have in mind?
What material did you choose?
- [woman 4] This is for the dress.
- [Tania] Lovely. Yes, this one is good.
Yes, that's good.
It suits Gita just right.
It reminds me
of something I wore many years ago.
[plaintive folk guitar playing]
[loud crashing]
[Tania] Oh my God!
Oh my God!
- [Tania] It's the gorgers!
- [Stefan] Fucking hell!
[Tania] Get them, Stefan!
Get them! Go see what's happening!
- Oh God, what have they done?
- [Stefan] Fuck!
[gun clattering]
Fuck! Are you crazy, brother?
- You gotta do what you gotta do!
- What's going on?
- What's going on?
- We were chasing them.
I fought one of them off,
but the fuckers got away.
Go wipe yourself down.
And don't let the women see you,
or they'll never stop screaming.
[Stefan] Keep watch through the night.
The police know.
Fuck the police!
What the fuck are they gonna do?
They'll give them a ride home.
[Stefan] Since when are you
such a fucking smartass?
Tagar! Come here!
You can't stay here.
You have to hide somewhere.
Just don't let anyone know where.
What are you staring at?
I'll get my stuff.
Move it!
[Tania] God, what's happening?
You've started a Polish-Romani war.
It was an accident.
I know.
They'll always find
a reason to beat a Romani.
You'll be safe there.
Thank you.
[man] Stefan!
[woman] Gita!
Gita!
Where is she?
Go.
[low, yearnful music playing]
[door opening]
MY WIFE MISCARRIED
MAKE THEM FACE JUSTICE!
PUT THE DOG DOWN!
WAS IT MUZZLED OR ON A LEAD?
GYPSY DEADBEATS
CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING.
THE DOG GOT SCARED OF THE POLES.
IT WAS DEFENDING ITSELF.
BAR TEK
YOU'LL HANG, DOG
MIKOŁAJ
AN EYE FOR AN EYE
- [computer chiming]
- [sirens wailing in distance]
MIKOŁAJ
IT CAN'T BE FIXED
No. Don't cry, don't worry.
Yeah, somewhere safe.
No.
No, I can't tell you.
[intense, cryptic music playing]
[Gita] It's not your cup size, I'm afraid.
Maybe instead of looking for Mom's money,
you could get a lobotomy
so that none of your children
have to pay off your debts ever again?
Yeah. You've totally fucked up my life.
Thank you so much, Daddy.
[principal] We've gathered you here
because a student at our school
has been found to be under the influence
of illegal intoxicants.
[Kapuściński] What the fuck
are you talking about, old man?
- Kapuściński, Jesus!
- What?
You think this is funny, huh?
The teaching staff want to believe
this was an isolated incident,
but I have to ask you,
and I want you to be
completely honest with me,
does anyone here use illegal drugs?
- [assembly laughing]
- [Kapuściński] Nobody.
- Cherry! Hey, are you on drugs?
- [principal] I understand.
Hey, I know one of you is lying here.
If that's the case, nobody sitting here
should have anything to be worried about
when we begin
mandatory drug testing tomorrow!
- Seriously?
- You gotta be kidding!
You know that's
completely against our civil rights!
- [principal] Freedom Is a state of mind.
- If we piss for you!
- Fucking bullshit!
- Everyone remember that!
You're welcome.
[angry muttering]
My mom would fucking love this.
KAMIL TO: ELIZA
HOW MUCH IS URINE?
ELIZA TO: KAMIL
10 PER SAMPLE. YOU'RE NEXT IN LINE
Hallelujah!
[Eliza] Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!
We're in pee-business!
How's Lala?
- Fine.
- [Lala] There's no more pee in my butt!
[phone chimes]
No!
Oh, fuck.
- What's wrong?
- They're gonna test our blood tomorrow.
- Oh, fuck me!
- Hey, girls.
Gita, rehearsal tomorrow at 9:00.
Okay, thank you.
My dad won't forgive you
if you fuck up again.
Got it.
Is that guy your brother?
Fuck, there's a Romani
culture fest Sunday.
I'm supposed to sing and dance.
Nice.
I can come.
You nuts?
No one can come!
I'm from fucking Brazil, remember?
Last one there's a stinky fart!
Too slow!
Come on! Gita! What are you doing?
[Gita] We're so fucked.
- [Walter] It's gonna break.
- [Eliza] I know how to save us.
[bell tolling]
[knocking on door]
How can I help you?
I've got a thing.
You've got a thing?
Mm-hmm.
[sighs] Come in.
[hip-hop beat playing]
Go ahead, tell on me.
And what if I helped you?
On one condition.
You win back my freedom.
Beast!
[Gita rapping in Polish]
[in English] Get for a moment up
You'll burn to ashes, so fuck ♪
On the ground
You'll slowly turn to dust, so grime ♪
If I was Brazilian, I'd be your amiga ♪
But I'm a Bohemian
Couldn't be a cheerleader ♪
But call me fucking yoga ♪
'Cause I'm from India
Rather than from Romania ♪
Polish, UK, proud garam masala ♪
[rapping in Polish]
[in English]
Tomorrow is easy, like a child play ♪
[rapping in Polish]