All language subtitles for GypsyWoman

Blue sky?

Beautiful flowers?

Birds singing?

What a nightmare!

You wonder what the hell
you've done to deserve it.

And then, you remember.

No!

lSJ, the property developer
l work for...

give me 1 00 grand a year,
a pension plan, health care...

and a nice little motor, just to
make sure l don't complain...

when l have a bloody awful job
to do on a Monday morning.

Call me the official
trouble shooter.

So, when something goes wrong
on one of our building sites...

like someone falling off
an unsafe roof, l'm there...

to be fair and dispassionate
in such a way that the truth...

never comes out.

l've buzzed already.

Nice car. They're paying
you lawyers too much.

lt's not mine.
lt belongs to a friend.

Well, for your friend's sake,
l hope you left the alarm on.

l've got an inquest
about a gypsy.

l'm surprised his family haven't
pitched wigwams on the forecourt.

You know, it doesn't do
to cross real Romanies.

ls that right?

l knew someone who threw
some gypsies off his land once.

Really?

This old gypsy woman stared
him in the eye and said...

''Beware the beast
with cloven hooves.''

Two days later, he choked
on a chicken bone.

Can l just point out that chickens
don't have hooves.

But the restaurant was called the
Pig and Whistle. Pigs have hooves.

Foul play has been ruled out?

Yes, it has. lf you read
page 2 of the report...

you will see that...

You will see...

Mr. Wells fell whilst
under the influence of alcohol.

The blood samples taken
indicate...

there were 90 mg of alcohol
in his blood when he fell.

90 mg?

That's only the equivalent
of about two glasses of wine.

Nevertheless, enough
to impair judgement.

This accident did take place
at 8 o'clock in the morning.

The implication being
he was a habitual drinker.

Forgive me, are you representing
the deceased?

No, l was his wife.

We used to share a wigwam.

According to this, you have
a witness who actually saw...

Mr. Wells fall to his death.
ls that right?

Yes, exactly.

Mr. Callaghan.

Mr. Callaghan, you made a statement
to the police that you saw...

Mr. Wells fall from the roof
of the building in Clerkenwell.

Please tell this court
what you witnessed.

Mr. Callaghan...

do you have something
to tell this court, or not?

An open verdict?

-The widow's a gypsy, she won't sue.
-ls that a fact?

l doubt she can read,
let alone understand the law.

lf it came out that
a winch snapped...

we could be looking at
20 grand in damages.

lf she sues,
could be half a million.

We can't afford
to take chances.

We need her to waive
any legal right to redress.

l suggest in exchange for
her signature, we pay her.

Leon, policy decisions
are down to me.

-How much?
-She won't be cheap.

We needn't throw money around.

-Give me 50 grand.
-John...

-as Leon's senior, l'm not happy.
-What l don't give to her, l keep.

Call it an incentive bonus.

Ok.

Marjorie, get me Michael in Legal
affairs, there's an angel.

Angel.

This season is called Spring
because things spring up...

like grass for example.

lt springs up and
you have to mow it...

unless you live in flats where
the council do it for you.

After Spring, is Summer,
where the buds turn into leaves...

and lift their faces to the sky.

-There are bees...
-There are bees and butterflies...

and people have barbecues
in their garden.

But then, Summer is over and
the first cold winds begin to blow.

That is how the four cycles of nature
begin all over again.

The end.

Then the prince came back
for a third time...

and this time he called
to the princess in a soft voice...

''Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
throw down your hair.''

And the princess looked down
from her tower and said...

''Come up here, big boy
and give me a good rogering.''

What's a rogering?

Please, Tania, sleep.

No. l still haven't forgiven you
for being late.

l haven't forgiven you for
pretending l wasn't your father.

l could've been arrested.

-Seriously Tania, go to sleep.
-l don't like the dark.

All right, l'll stay
until you drop off.

-Count sheep, or something.
-l can't. l'm a vegetarian.

Fine, count cucumbers then.
Since when are you a vegetarian?

l decided to be a vegetarian
like Mummy was.

-She ate fish.
-So will l.

-And meat.
-She said she didn't.

-Well, she cheated, lots of times.
-When?

-When you weren't there.
-She never did.

-Yes, she did.
-When?

ln Greece once, Skiathos.

-l don't remember.
-You were only a baby.

-They had a barbecue at the hotel.
-Tell me.

Well, they were roasting a lamb,
and the smell of it...

she couldn't resist it. l caught her
taking a big lump of meat...

into the ladies loo.

So there you are,
she cheated.

Are you sure you want to be
a vegetarian?

No, l just want Mummy back.

Yes.

l know.

Wait a minute, hang on.
Wait for me.

-Who the hell are you?
-Thomas Price. Jimmy's nephew.

l've never seen you. You must be
from Natty's side of the family.

Sorry, did you just attach
a horse to my car?

You better get going,
or we'll lose them.

Right.

Nice car. l bet she goes fast.

Not with a horse attached.

-Can l have a go?
-How old are you?

What's that got to do with it?

How come nobody here knows
who the fuck you are, my friend?

lt's Ok, Manni.

He's a friend of Jimmy's
from the building company.

Thank you very much for coming.
Now, perhaps you should go home.

Wait for me!

For fuck's sake!

-What happened to your horse?
-l sold him.

Heard what Natalie said.
So, you're a Gorgio.

-What's a Gorgio?
-Not a Rom.

-Then yes, l'm a Gorgio.
-l'm a didicoi, half Romany.

How much do you want
for this car?

lt's not for sale.

Your windscreen wiper's loose.
lt's been bent back.

Do you know where Mrs. Wells
has gone?

Why? What's she to you?

l'm prepared to pay
if you tell me where she's going.

She's going to a place where
Gorgio ain't invited...

-or even didicoi.
-l'm pretty good at gatecrashing.

How much?

-£1 00.
-A grand.

-Don't be insane.
-Suit yourself.

Ever tried finding a gypsy?
lt's like nailing smoke to water.

-500.
-750.

650.

-Ok, so where?
-A place called Mich Na Glog...

in the Black Mountains,
Wales.

-l'm sure l'll find it.
-l'm heading that way myself.

What are you doing?

-For 650, you get a chauffeur.
-ln your dreams.

Be a good girl for grandma.
l'll tell her to leave your light on.

-l'll be back before you wake up.
-ln your dreams.

Bye, darling.

-No.
-Ok.

lf not on the road,
when we get off.

No. No, absolutely not.

Stop the fucking car!

See, Leon. When there's no road
you've got to make your own.

-What are you doing?
-Following the patrin.

-The what?
-Signs we leave for each other. Stop!

lt means straight ahead is the beng.
The devil. lt means keep out.

Drive on, then.

-All right, Tonto, l've had enough.
-Who the fuck's Tonto?

You, Tonto. Me, gullible white man
being taken for a ride.

There, look.

Bloody hell, what's that?

-What?
-kalderash funeral.

After they bury the body,
they burn the possessions.

That's Jimmy Wells' car
they're burning.

For Christ's sake don't
let them see you.

Seriously weird.

200 years ago, they'd have put
his wife in the driver's seat.

Leon!

Hello?

Hello, Tania.
Yes, this is Daddy.

l'm sure you are
being a good girl.

Get the fuck out of here, now!

This isn't a very good time.
l'll call you back.

Oh, my God, my car.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Good morning!

l'm glad l caught you.

l thought you'd disappeared with
the rest of your charming family.

-They're not my family.
-Yes.

Do you know what they've done
with my car?

They're very wild, they'll probably
make it into a hen-house.

You had no business being here
last night.

Mrs. Wells, l've come here
to give you some money.

-Come on, Bessie.
-Tax free.

A compassionate payment for
what happened to your husband.

-Compassion?
-Yes, a compassionate payment.

Mrs. Wells...

Will you stop doing that?

Mummy says l've got to practice.

That's what this holiday is for,
to learn the old ways.

Wait.

Do you know where she's going?

-To get sexual intercourse.
-What?

She says it's perfectly natural,
but l'm too young to watch.

l'm going to watch anyway.

l told you to wait
down by the wagon.

-l want to see.
-Go back and stay hidden.

Go on.

l'm sorry,
l didn't mean to scare her.

She's quite a shot
with that catapult.

lt'd be a shame if the traditional
skills died out.

There he is, Bessie.
lsn't he a prize?

-l know this is a bad time...
-So go away.

-l understand how you feel...
-You understand?

As a matter of fact, l do.

The offer of payment
is genuine.

All you have to do is sign
these papers.

l need you to keep quiet
or he won't follow us in.

Sorry, who won't follow who
in where?

That is a stallion,
my Bessie is a mare.

-Use your imagination.
-He'll do it right now?

lf you close your mouth maybe.

Look, this is obviously a bad moment.
Could we reschedule this meeting?

No. Stay where you are.
lf you go, he'll bolt.

Come on.

Ok, you'll have to stay close.

Come on, come on girl.

He's a thoroughbred and she pulls
a cart, but that won't stop him.

Make yourself useful,
hold this.

Sorry, l do property development
l don't pimp for racehorses.

-Oh, my God, he's actually doing it.
-No, he's missing.

Mr. Hawley, you'll have
to shove it in for him.

l'm not putting my hand in there.

Would you just look and see
what's going on?

-Dear God, it's enormous.
-You have to grab it.

-No way!
-Grab his dick, and push it in.

-Don't be absurd.
-All you have to do is guide it home.

lf you do that, you have my word,
l'll sign your papers.

Mrs. Wells, he's shagging my arm.

Do you think you could get
your horse to fake an orgasm?

-Quickly.
-lt'll only take a few seconds.

My hand.

Oh, my God, my suit.

Bessie, darling,
you're going to be a mother.

lt'll come off
with a bit of Daz.

Daz? You do not clean
bespoke suits with Daz.

Look at it.

-Shit!
-What?

l didn't ask permission
before l borrowed his stallion.

lt's Ok, he's not going
to shoot at us.

He's firing in the air.

Fuck me!

l've been shot!
l've really been shot!

Grab her and get on the horse.

l told you to stay down here,
didn't l?

Jesus, he shot me.

He actually really shot me.

-lt's only bird shot.
-Only bird shot?

l'm pumping blood.

lt's a little scratch.

lt's deceptive, it might be small,
but it's very deep.

Suck it.

Suck it? Do you have any idea
where this arm has been?

-Ok. lt's going to have to come out.
-Ok.

Jesus, l'll suck it.

What are you doing?

Evidence.
l'm going to sue his arse.

-There, Mummy, l did hit him.
-Will you get off me?

Jesus, l'm nothing but
target practice.

Find some dock leaves
for his terrible wound.

l do not need fucking dock leaves.
Excuse my language, l'm sorry...

l refuse to be treated by a 7 year old
with vegetation. l've been shot.

-l'm 8, actually.
-Well, that's all right then.

Go on.

Ok.

-Where are you papers?
-What papers?

-You said you needed me to sign.
-We haven't discussed money yet.

How much are you offering?

-l'm authorised to offer you £5000.
-£5000?

Do you think l landed with
the last shower of rain?

-Make it £1 00 000.
-1 00?

So it's a deal then?

ln exceptional circumstances,
if l made a case on your behalf...

l could maybe stretch it
to twenty.

-90.
-Don't be ridiculous.

lt's a long way to come
to go home empty handed.

-Thirty.
-Seventy.

-This is absurd.
-This is business.

You offered 5, l think you can pay 1 0
times that. You look like that sort.

-You're an expert?
-l'm a Romany.

And l'm a property developer.

l'll settle at 50,
take it or leave it.

45 it is?

l don't really want your money.

l'm sorry?

l was just practising.

Give me your papers,
l'll sign free of charge.

l don't understand.

lf l'd wanted money,
l'd have filed a law suit.

l decided l don't want a dead
man's money. Call it superstition.

-Are you serious?
-Am l laughing?

Right, well then, fine.

What can l say?

lt's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

lt's Ok, Sarah, he doesn't
believe in vegetation.

Come on, start getting cleared up.

Got a pen?

Yes.

Just so we're clear...

You realise if you sign, you waive
all right to legal redress?

-No, but just so...
-Yes, crystal clear.

Some superstition.

l'm a gypsy. What do you expect?

l can't believe you got me up
to 45 grand.

-Fifty.
-We would've settled on 47.5.

When l draw a line,
it stays drawn.

Right, l'll get off then.

Do you know the number
of a local cab company?

Come on, girl.

Are we anywhere near
a train station?

l'm extremely bad in wilderness
conditions and may even die.

l did save your daughter's life.

So, road is ''drom'',
horse, is ''grai''...

and man is ''mush''.

Mrs Wells, is there a Romany word
for ''go faster''?

-You're the one who wanted a lift.
-l had visions of a steady canter.

You should understand, not only
is this vehicle one horsepower...

the horse is pregnant.

Don't you think this
beautiful countryside?

And at this speed
you see it in such detail.

Come on. Come on.

Have we stopped?
lt's hard to tell.

-You need to get out and push.
-What?

We're on a hill. The men get out
and push, that's how it's done.

So the deal has changed.

She's not giving me a lift
l'm giving her a push.

lt's only the women and
little boys who stay on board.

Fine.

Don't push the horse,
push the wagon.

Yes. l knew that.

l'm just giving her
some encouragement.

Come on.

That's it, keep pushing.

Come on, Bessie.
keep pushing, that's it.

We're at the top of the hill.
l've put the brake on.

Right.

-Are we there?
-No, l'm afraid we're still nowhere.

-Are we making camp, Mummy?
-Yes, there's a good spot down there.

lf you go down this road
for about a mile...

you'll pick up a B-road.
You should get a lift there.

Right, so...

roughly, how far back
to the 21 st Century?

30 miles, maybe less.

Ok.

-Well, good-bye again.
-Good-bye.

-Come on Bessie.
-You know, it's really strange.

This would've been a dream holiday
for my daughter.

-She likes horses?
-Yes.

Every Christmas and birthday,
that's all she wants.

-Buy her one.
-She's far too young.

-Best time to learn.
-But there's a wise old saying...

never invest in anything
that eats while you sleep.

-lnvest?
-lt'd take up too much time.

Hers or yours?

Can't your wife help you?

No.

Anyway, so long, farewell,
auf wiedersein.

Bon voyage.

Good luck with the birth,
l'd go for...

herbal pillows and whale music.

lt's been a pleasure.

Natalie.

Yes.

So, Sly Todd the fox went down
into the land of the River Spirit.

And the River Spirit said
to the poor fox...

''Step into my watery parlour
and l will teach you...

how to dance the dance
of the ghosts''

-Why have you stopped?
-You're too scared.

-l like being scared.
-No, no.

Out here it's too easy to let
your imagination carry you away.

ls that why Dad never let us
do this?

No, that was because...

Dad was interested in your future,
he said this was all in the past.

Like speaking Romany?

He didn't want people
knowing we were different...

sometimes people don't like us.

They think we're the spooky things
in the dark.

Who's there?

lt's the River Spirit.

Will you take that weapon off her?

lt's your own fault for
creeping up on us.

l'd hardly call that creeping.

God, l hate the country.

l'm sorry, l imagine you thought
you'd got rid of me.

We were hoping.

l waited four hours.
Two bloody tractors in four hours.

The second one stopped but only
to call me an English bastard.

l tried phoning a taxi,
but my phone's completely dead.

l saw the light of your fire...

and thought you might be
a farm or wine bar or something.

Anyway, now l'm here...

can l just have a blanket
for the night?

Sarah, go and fetch
an extra plate.

l hope you like sausages.

l would've carried on,
but the road sort of ran out.

-You've had a bad day.
-Yes.

Full of surprises
yet strangely satisfying.

l imagine your horse might
say the same thing.

You are silly.

Thank you.

Can we eat in the old way?

Having heard what Leon has to say
l think we should.

What's the old way?

lt was considered impolite amongst
Romanies to talk while eating.

Jeez, dinner parties
must've been a hoot.

-From now, Mummy.
-Ok, from now.

What, not even if...?

She's asleep.

What's that constellation that looks
like a BMW coupé?

ls that the Plough, or Orion?

l don't know.

When you live under a roof
you don't see any of this.

Yes, well, the stars won't be out
for long, there's a storm coming.

Really?

How can you tell?

l heard the weather forecast.

Come on, we should get inside.

This isn't what l was expecting.

What do you mean?

l didn't think people
still lived like this.

We don't. Not anymore. But l wanted
Sarah to see how it used to be.

So what happens when
the holiday is over?

That stallion today was a sort
of injection of venture capital.

Venture capital? Jesus,
you are a business woman.

Manni Conner's got land, l can
use his pasture, build stables...

and l'm going to start
a stud farm.

So, you and Manni...

-He's the big guy?
-Big man, big heart.

l don't suppose his big-heartedness
might extend to returning my car.

l'll talk to him. l'll tell him that
underneath that expensive suit...

you're kushti.

-kushti?
-lt means you're Ok.

You must be tired. These will
keep you warm for a few hours.

-So how's Sarah taking it all?
-All what?

Not having a father.

With Tania, it's the darkness.

She's hated the dark ever since.

Since what?

A year ago, my wife's car
went off the road.

Sorry.

lt's quite a coincidence.

l'll get you a blanket.

lt's weird, isn't it?

Sometimes it's easier
to talk to a stranger...

especially one who knows
how it feels.

-knows how what feels?
-You must feel something.

Our marriage wasn't like that,
not anymore.

Why do you think he was drunk
at 8 am?

lf you get cold
put another log on the fire.

What the hell was that?

-A fox.
-Foxes don't sound like that.

They do when they're mating.

Do you think they need me
to give them a hand?

-What did you catch?
-Puffball.

-God, that's a snake isn't it?
-No, it's a mushroom.

Mummy, look.

What the hell do they want?

Sarah, get what you need
from the wagon. Nash!

What are you doing?

-We've done nothing.
-They'll think of something.

lt's not illegal to re-enact
a scene from Rawhide.

Morning, campers.
Sleep well?

Morning, officer.

-Are these the people you saw?
-Yes.

Bloody travellers.

Owen saw you interfering with
his stallion yesterday.

Oh, l see, so it was you
who shot me?

lnterfering with livestock
is an offence.

As is vagrancy and trespass.

Tell this fucking inbred sheep
molester to get his hands off me...

and l'll tell you what happened
from the beginning.

-Bloody gypo.
-keep your mouth shut, Leon.

-Fancy underwear though.
-Better check the lady over.

So he swivelled round and l saw him
out of the corner of my eye...

and l'm like a panther...

and l'm on him, whack!
And he goes down...

and l'm just standing over him
like a...

Panda.
Sorry, panther.

What?

Look, if you'd just kept your head.
We get worse than that every day.

-l admit l feel partly to blame.
-Partly?

Don't worry.

Every policeman in the county
will be looking for us.

Get down.
Come here.

Right, all we have to do is lay low
until the fuss dies down.

Lay low where? Two adults, one child
and a pregnant horse?

Apart from that, l now have
no clean clothes and no vardo.

This was supposed to be a holiday!

Are you mad? We can't do this,
we don't have any money.

Look, when you're rich,
you don't need money...

you just need presence.

Have you looked in a mirror
lately?

-Can you do something with your hair?
-l don't have a brush.

l don't want you to brush it,
just mess it up.

And you, be precocious.

What does that mean?

lf it's water you want, there's
a standpipe at the end of the drive.

lt's Ok, l don't want any fuss.

Hi.

My wife and l and little
Neptune Ayia Napa need a room.

Actually, the best suite you've got.
l'm talking big.

Great. All l ask is that you're
quick, discreet, and no press.

Absolute privacy.

Do l make myself clear?

Press?

You do know who l am?

You know about these things,
do you recognise him?

That's definitely a bespoke suit.

He said, ''Mick and Jerry
recommended us''.

-Good God, it's The Edge.
-The what?

The guitarist from U2,
my God.

No, it's not.
lt's the bloke out of Radiohead.

-So, Mr...
-Smith.

Yes, of course.
Mr. Smith, how nice.

-Now, a large suite, wasn't it?
-That's right.

Also, we need somewhere
for the horse.

The horse?
ls that like the Edge?

No, it's like an animal
with four legs.

Just put it in a garage
with some oats.

-And water.
-Still...

not sparkling.

lt's your lucky day,
l never do autographs.

Thank you...

sir.

So, what do we think
of the view?

ls that Ok?

Do we like the fountain,
or shall we move it to the left?

-We can't stay here.
-Course we can.

We just hide out here tonight...

and tomorrow, l'll get the company
to send some money.

Overnight? Where will we sleep?

lt's a suite.

As in, how sweet,
separate beds.

lt looks like...

''Bngdbu''.

l'll have it framed anyway.

-Should l take out their TV?
-Why?

They'll probably throw it
out of the window.

-You're so old fashioned.
-Rock stars don't do that anymore.

No, they drink herbal tea
and have tantric sex.

Tantric sex? Does that
damage the furniture at all?

This...

is the minibar.
This is a very special place.

lt's like a time machine
that will take you to a future...

where a packet of chocolate covered
peanuts will cost you £1 2.50.

So, very important...

do not open.

We do know what a hotel is.

Then you'll know that in this hotel
they'll almost definitely...

have a dress code.

Absolutely no trouble at all, sir.

Right.

Yes.

l have that, yes.

lndeed.

Cheryl, you're going shopping.

Right.

No, Tania, no.

l can't do another story,
l'm on a hotel phone.

Be good for Grandma, will you?

No, l can't.

Because it would be cheaper
to fly you here by helicopter.

Good night, Tania.

Yes, tomorrow for definite.
l promise...

l love you too.

lt's so good of them, they gave me
this so l could hear her breathing.

Are you sure l look all right?

Yeah, not bad.

The clerk asked which
instrument you play.

-What did you say?
-The drums.

Drums? l am clearly
lead guitar and vocals.

-Are you Ok?
-Why?

Some of this is in French.

What?

My mother lived in Turkey...

my father lived in Hungary, Spain
and France before he came here.

Hence the Scottish accent.

l'm a Romany. l'm from everywhere.
But l went to school in Scotland.

-School?
-Yes, school. l enjoyed it.

lt was one of the happiest
days of my life.

-So what are you going for?
-Egg and chips.

Have you chosen or would you like
to hear Chef Bourdin's specials?

Specials.

The chef recommends
a magnificent chateaubriand...

with green pepper sauce,
or the foie de veau persille.

Don't you have any hedgehog?

-Pardon?
-lt's the latest thing in California.

Very low in fat. Just don't cross
the road once you've had one.

l'm sorry.

Chef Bourdin doesn't serve
Californian cuisine.

Perhaps madame would like
a little more time.

No, l'll have the fish soup...

and poached rabbit.

l was brought up on poached rabbits.

l'll try the beet salad...

followed by the pheasant,
if you have it.

You're aware the pheasant is wild
so will contain lead shot?

That's Ok.
So do l.

-Did you get an autograph?
-No, l didn't get a bloody autograph.

l don't know what's up with everyone.
His wife is drugged out of her mind.

-Hello?
-Hello.

-Who are you?
-Tania.

Hello, Tania. My name's Sarah.

-ls my daddy there?
-Who's your daddy?

-Leon.
-No, he's downstairs with my mummy.

-What's he doing?
-l don't know. Eating, l suppose.

-Can you go and get him?
-No, l can't go down...

you have to wear special clothes
just to get into the restaurant.

lt's very silly here.

Would you care for a digestif?

We're celebrating,
we'll have champagne.

-Certainly, sir.
-l just heard...

we made number one in Finland.

What?

-You are so hokano baro.
-Am l?

lt means good at spinning tales.
There isn't a word for it in English.

There are lots of words in English
you don't have, like income tax.

lt's bad enough the police
turn us over every five minutes...

without us helping
to pay their wages.

All right, l'm converted.

l made my contribution to your
campaign fund. Big silver Mercedes?

-l'll get it back for you.
-From Manni?

-The guy you're going to...
-Going to what?

Nothing.

-l hope they feed Bessie.
-lt's not my business.

-She gets hungry about this time.
-As you say, he's got a big heart.

Big fists...

big cows, big land,
big grazing...

big everything.

Still, size doesn't really matter,
does it?

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

l was just thinking,
l don't know...

maybe we could
see each other again.

-l should go and see Sarah.
-Natalie, what do you say?

Next time, we'll have dinner first,
then assault some police officers.

Let me see.

-See what?
-My mama taught me.

There...

your heart line.
lt's broken.

-My heart isn't broken.
-No?

-No.
-How can it not be broken?

The same way yours isn't broken.

l should go.

Wait.

When my wife's car
went off the road...

do you know what l felt?

Freedom.

Can you believe l felt that?

Yes, l can.

Really?

Only l didn't realise freedom
came at such a price.

lt's as if by wanting it
l made it happen.

-We shouldn't blame ourselves.
-Shouldn't we?

You think Jimmy died
because he was drunk?

A winch snapped, Ok?

A piece of rusty machinery
we didn't replace...

because it would've added £50
to the overall construction costs.

l was sent out here
to get your signature...

and keep as much of 50 grand
as l could.

Why are you telling me this?

l really don't know.

Mummy, what's Bacardi?

-Wait, l'll come with you.
-No, please...

just wait till we're both asleep.

You know, Bessie...

champagne's not a drink
for drinking alone.

Do you want some?
Ok.

No, no, hang on.

lt's very bad in the first
6 weeks of pregnancy.

She really loves you, Bessie.

Shit.

What the hell were you doing?

l just got nostalgic for the crackle
of an open fire.

Wait.

l might have burn injuries.

l might need dock leaves.

-Leon, this is...
-Ridiculous, l know.

lt's Ok...

l talked it through with a lady
l met downstairs.

She said exactly the same thing
happened to her yesterday.

A whirlwind romance,
she never even met the guy...

and before she knew it,
they were making love in a barn.

l left her when she urinated
on my shoe.

We're not horses.

True, in certain departments...

l have to admit, l'm no match
for a horse...

but when did a horse
last nibble your ear?

Quite recently actually.

A horse is one thing,
a Gorgio is something else.

A Gorgio who doesn't even know
one end of a horse from the other.

What was it you said?

He's a thoroughbred and she pulls
a cart but that won't stop them.

You're a racehorse
and l'm a carthorse?

l'm just talking about
breaking down barriers.

You realise that
this is a very pretty dress...

but it's still me underneath?

-Do you mind if l check?
-l'm serious, Leon.

3 days ago you were talking
about wigwams.

-l've changed.
-ln 3 days?

No.

lt took about 3 seconds.

When l saw you coming
downstairs tonight.

l see.

-So it was the dress that did it?
-Maybe...

but you know...

there's really only one way to tell.

We take off the dress...

and see if l still love you.

No...

it's not the dress.

Wait a minute.

lf we're going to eliminate my
clothing from this investigation...

Mummy...

l keep seeing that horse's thingy.

Just a moment, sweetheart.

Natalie.

Natalie.

Do you want breakfast in the room
or the restaurant?

What do you mean?
Gone where?

Someone came with a horsebox.

-Who?
-A rather large gentleman.

How large?

Huge, actually.
l think his car is still outside.

Did she leave a message?

No, l'm afraid not.
ls everything all right?

-Go on, ask him who he really is.
-Not now.

Dear Leon...

l needed some time to myself
with Sarah.

Maybe it's better if we both
think this over a little first.

Everything happened so fast.

l'm going to be at Manni's scrapyard
for a while, you know where that is.

lf you still feel the same way,
you should call me there.

l'll count the days...

and if l don't hear, l'll know
you've come to your senses.

All my love,
Natalie.

Granny, it's Daddy.

Hey...

Right, go and get your things,
we're going out.

Yes!

So, how did it go?

You did it!
You bloody did it!

You're a genius.
l told him you could.

How much did she want?

lt seems congratulations
are in order.

-He did it.
-How much?

Gary, why don't you chase
my coffee?

So, you've excelled once again.
How much did you get away with?

-She didn't want the money.
-What, none of it?

-lt's not what you think.
-Of course not.

Did she actually know
what she was signing?

You're just what this company needs.

A man who doesn't give
a shit about anyone.

For a moment, l thought what happened
with Elizabeth might've changed you.

My mistake.
Who needs feelings, right?

Hello.

Hi, Thomas.

No, he's not here.
He'll be back about ten.

Then he's driving me and Sarah
down to Wales.

l don't need luck, Thomas.
l fall on my feet.

Yes, l will.

Bye, bye.

Morning, Leon.

Devine is hitting the roof about your
report into safety at Clerkenwell.

Better he hits the roof than
someone else hits the ground.

And l got some stuff back
from the Bloodstock society.

What did they say?

They did have a Natalie Wells
registered as a breeder...

but she's changed her name
to Conner.

Do you still want me
to get the number?

No.

No, that's Ok.

We've got more important
things to do.

lt's been a long process...

but what a wonderfully conceived
and constructed building.

And, l have to say...

it's also remarkable for being
on budget and on time.

And that's why the champagne
is on lSJ.

Not in the mood for schmoozing?

Didn't Jimmy Wells hit the ground
about there?

Just where they put in those
rather pretty flower beds.

You know, l almost
feel sorry for you.

All pity gratefully received.

You think it's such a lark,
to rip off some poor gypsy woman.

Guys, happy faces,
there are clients present.

l was about to suggest Leon
might spend...

some of his money on a plaque
for Jimmy Wells.

Funnily, according to accounts
he never cashed the cheque.

Can l have the day off school?

Happy birthday. No you can't.

-Are you going to open your presents?
-l already have.

Well, are you happy?

Tania, please, don't spoil the day.

l've told you, you can't have a horse
till you learn how to ride, groom...

and the other thingies,
muck in, or muck out...

How can l learn without a horse?
lt's not fair.

Sarah's got a horse and she's
two months younger than me.

-Your friends have older sisters.
-Sarah hasn't got an older sister.

-Help out with Sarah's horse then.
-How can l?

She lives in some place miles away.
l can't even say it.

How do you know her then?

l've never heard you talk
about her.

Tania, Sarah who?

Tania. You've got that look on
your face again...

like when you put wheels
on the tortoise.

Sarah Wells. Except she's not called
Wells anymore, she's called Conner.

-How do you know her?
-l speak to her on the phone.

She's called Conner now.

Her mummy changed her name
because her dad's dead.

lf you're a gypsy, you don't
use a dead man's name.

Run that past me again.

ls it this one here?
The long one?

Eight pounds for one call?

l love you.

-How did you get her number?
-l phoned your mobile from Grandma's.

Sarah answered. l didn't tell you,
l thought you might get angry.

l gave her my number and we phone
each other to talk about horses.

Tania...

has Sarah mentioned having
a new daddy?

Sort of... built like a wardrobe.

She hasn't got a new daddy.
lt's just her and her mum.

They've got a baby foal,
they called him Leon, after you.

Daddy, are you happy or sad?

-What are you doing?
-l'm phoning Sarah's mummy...

to tell her she can't use
my name willy-nilly.

Who ever heard of a horse
called Leon?

She won't be there.
They've gone to the Stowe fair.

The what?

-Are you sure she said today?
-l don't know.

lt might've been yesterday.

Can you can help me?
l'm looking for a gypsy horse fair.

You just missed them. They're all
back on their reservations.

You might get a few stragglers
down Digbeth lane...

that's why l'm still here.

lf you're going down in that car,
make sure you put your alarm on.

-Have they gone, Dad?
-Yes, they've gone.

Let's go home.

-Thomas.
-What's happening?

l'll introduce you to someone.
lgnore everything he says and does.

-Holy shite, it's you!
-l need to find Natalie.

-Have you got a death wish?
-No, l have a life wish.

She may be at the auction.

No Gorgio. They'll set fire to your
face and put it out with a shovel.

Please, just tell me where it is.

l'll tell you what...

l'll pay you anything you want.

Put that away.

lt's up there,
by the brook.

Thank you.
Come on.

lf you're going, you better come
with me. l'll show you a real motor.

What am l bid for this
two month foal called...

Leon.

We have the lady's word he was sired
by a gold cup winning stallion.

We start the bids at £500.

-500.
-Over there.

-550.
-550, do we hear 600?

You like driving with Thomas?

Better than boring Daddy.
He only drives on the roads.

This must never turn up
in a school essay.

-900, do l hear 950?
-Thousand.

£1 000, £1 000.

lt's just behind those trees.
Go on, l'll stay with the girl.

Right, thanks.

Thirteen.

£1 300, £1 300 over there.
Any advance?

-Fourteen.
-£1 400, any advance on 1 4?

At £1 400 going once,
going twice...

at £1 400 going
for the third time.

Fifty thousand pounds!

-Was that £1 500 l was bid?
-No.

lt was fifty thousand.

-You took your time.
-Come back, come back!

-Tania?
-Sarah?

What do you mean, l took my time?
You walked out on me.

l said where l was going
in the note.

-What note?
-The one under your windscreen wiper.

l told you to get that wiper fixed.

Excuse me, but can we get back
to your 50 000 quid?

Wait a minute.

Our horses are not for sale
to a Gorgio.

keep out of it,
you're not on commission.

-No sale.
-Really?

Why not ask Natalie?
lt's her horse.

What do you think you're buying?
The horse, or the woman?

l'm buying the horse.

The woman has a mind
of her own.

So what did you put in the note?

lt doesn't matter. We should
leave things the way they are.

-Our worlds are too far apart.
-No.

Look what happened with the
right person from the right world.

Why not try the wrong person?

You heard what she said.

No sale. Woman or horse.

Fight him for her.

Shut up, all of you.

Do you want a fight?

Oh, for God's sake.

Yes, all right,
if that's what you want.

Come on.

Manni is the bare knuckle champion
for the whole of northern England.

Oh, yeah? Too scared
to come south, were you?

No.

Grow up, the pair of you.

There's only one person whose
opinion means anything. Sarah.

Come here.

How do you feel about Leon?

Throw in Tania and it's a deal.

Fifty thousand pounds,
going, going, gone.

Sold. To the man who
should know better.

So l said good-bye to 1 00 grand
a year, the pension, the car...

and the only health care l get now
is dock leaves.

l'm left with a gypsy woman, two kids
and a couple of horses.

Nightmare right?

Yes. And l don't ever
want to wake up.