I Even Met Happy Gypsies

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I MET A HAPPY GIPSY, TOO

Hop in, Tisa,

you'll get soaked.

Are you running away again?

-No, I was at my aunt's.

Mirta sent me.

-Like hell he did!

Mirta says you want to be

a caf singer. Is that true?

I'm not ashamed of that. I don't

want to tend geese all my life.

Has Mirta plucked

the geese yet?

Not yet, they're not ready.

Has he got a buyer?

-I don't know and I don't care.

What do you care about?

Boyfriends?

That's none of your business.

-You are my business.

Look at yourself!

You belong in a feather bed.

Shut up, you dirty Gypsy!

You're a dirty Gypsy yourself!

Don't worry, there'll be plenty

left over for your bride-groom.

My taxi is not a bordello.

-Shut up and drive!

The driver's right,

leave me alone!

I know him.

He's just teasing.

See, I got you home safely.

I didn't bother you.

Stop roaming around. It's

more dangerous than you think.

Tell Mirta to stay

out of my territory.

I'll stay out of his. There's

plenty to go around Vojvodina.

Can you give me

What's it for?

-Thanks. A new scarf.

These geese are

well-taken care of.

Their feathers are

the best quality.

A goose is a goose, mother,

and I know what I can pay.

That's too much!

At least pay as much as erd.

-How can l?

I have to make a profit.

I can't sell them for less

than what erd offered.

We have to stay

with our price.

If you need money,

we could give you a loan.

Mother, you know very well that

geese always grow new feathers.

The sooner you pluck them,

the faster they'll grow.

Do you mean it, about the loan?

Do you have it on you?

Don't you worry, mother,

just pluck those feathers.

Leave it, we'll pour our own.

-You make five times that amount.

Bora, what's the idea? -Did you

see those under-nourished geese?

Only a sucker like me would

buy them. -Give me 30.000.

They're quality church geese.

They're on special food.

Milance, tell me if it's right

that Bora gives me only 30.000.

That's none of his business.

He's police.

That's why I want his opinion.

Milance, come here a minute.

Sit down, Bora is buying.

You can only drink with a Gypsy,

or throw him in jail.

We're no more crooked

than anyone else.

We're only trading,

doing business.

Take a seat.

-She'll skin you alive!

Not me, I can handle her.

Music!

...1, 2, 3, 4...

-Shut up! The baby's sick!

You drunken bastard!

I should scratch your eyes out!

Let him be. He's so drunk,

he won't know the difference.

Not while he's here. Tomorrow,

after he's gone. -Come on!

Don't cry.

I'll help you bury her.

erd, what are we

going to do?

The child hasn't even been

baptised. How can I bury her?

Don't worry.

The Lord giveth

and taketh away.

We'll bury her this afternoon.

-I don't want that!

She's my first-born and she

has to be baptised! -All right!

I'll manage somehow,

no matter how much it costs.

Hello, Gypsy.

Have any more

antiques arrived?

How about the antique desk?

Did you keep it for us?

Hey you crook, when are you

going to join the working class?

A crooked gypsy or a crooked

worker. What's the difference?

Mother, I brought you

a child to baptise.

Please, it's urgent!

I can't baptise a dead child

or bury it.

I bought all your feathers

and lent you the money.

Do it as a favour.

We may need each other.

Hey, old man,

open up in there!

Open up!

-Why are you shouting?

Shandor, we have

money to spend.

You'll earn more,

than picking up carpets.

Get the cards out!

-Who's going to deal?

Sit down, old man, and take your

percentage. -No more than usual.

All aboard, I'm driving!

Count what's on the table.

That's my bet.

Damn it!

It looks like I'm out of gas!

Toot, toot!

I'll bet the minimum.

Give me another 2,

for the lot. -Not enough.

Is that all you've got?

How's this?

It's Swiss.

-All right.

Of all the damn luck!

-That's rough, Bora!

I had 12, and you had 10.

-Look out for the curve!

You've got no more money.

-Lend me 5.000. -No.

Take my shirt and shoes.

They're yours if I don't pay.

And the jacket.

Here's 5.000.

One card.

The end of the line!

You've lost everything,

you good-for-nothing!

You've ruined me and my children

and sold everything. What for?

You good-for-nothing drunkard!

You lousy Gypsy bastard!

You kept on losing, until you

lost the shirt of your back!

How are we going to eat?!

I spit on you, you pig!

That's enough, Bora! She should

have scratched your eyes out!

You're a no good gambler.

You should have sold your head.

Go and buy more feathers.

They have feathers in Padina.

With what?

-You'll find a way.

You'll find the money,

somehow.

You pig! You've taken everything

from the house! -Enough!

Give me back my T.V. set,

you lousy bastard! -Shut up!

Shut up, or I'll kill you!

I've had enough!

You've ruined me!

You lousy drunkard, scum!

Brothers and sisters, today's

sermon will be from St Matthew.

I will speak Serbian, so that our

Serbian brothers can understand.

The man came, paid me well,

then took them away.

Was he a Gypsy?

-I don't know.

He was dark, like you.

Where was he from?

-Stop asking me questions!

Try to remember!

I've always paid you well.

Tell me who he is.

-Who, Mirta? -The sorter?

Why didn't you say

he was here!

You only asked me where

he came from, not his name.

You're in my territory, Mirta!

They're not your feathers!

Who says? -We decided to

split the villages between us!

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