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So, how do you feel?

Does it hurt?

Delia!

No, it doesn't.
It's... everywhere.

We'll stop at a gas station
so you can go to the bathroom.

Fine.

We have to stop anyway...
I think we're almost there, right?

Yeah.
And I'll fill up the water bottle.

The windscreen's covered
with dead flies.

THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

Take it.
Be careful not to crease it.

Are we there yet?

Here sweetie, take a sip
and you'll feel better.

- Leave me alone. You know I hate it!
- Take it!

Is it really sweet at least?

Use saccharine.

What do I stir it with?

It'll do you good.
I've been through this, I know better.

You have to get better, sweetie.
You're so pale.

Look, it's empty!

How often do I have to tell you
not to slam the damn door?

Sorry!

Careful where you stand.
Who knows who's been here!

No, I'm standing on these.

- Feeling better?
- A little.

It's the excitement and your feet,
because you don't wear socks.

It'll harm your ovaries.

It's that crappy car.
The smell makes me sick.

It has nothing to do with the smell.

It stinks of gasoline
and stain remover.

You felt exactly
the same last month too.

This is a cross we women bear.

But it gets better
after giving birth.

You'll see when you grow up.

Take it.
But it's the last one.

Take those.

I will.

Look how creased it is!
Like I'd never ironed it!

Do this.

You look great, baby.

How elegant we look! Ready?

Yes.

Let's go.
I should clean up the plate...

They'll fine you for nothing.

Get dressed.

Let go of the spray can.

- Are we late?
- Yeah. Let's go, Delia.

- Can we make another little stop?
- Patience!

- What's the time? Half past...?
- Twenty to...

We don't have much time left.
Are you sick again?

A little.

We can't stop, Delia.
We're late.

We'll stop on our way back.

- Are you excited? Because I am.
- What do you think?

I was just asking,
I didn't hit you with the ax.

No, I'm not.

Was it so hard to answer?

Well, I've answered.

Don't pull away so fast.

And we're here.

- You can't park here.
- Where can we go?

Go around the building.

Let me out, mate.

There's so many of them!

Of who? People?

- This is serious business!
- We'll see about that...

You never know
with them Bucharest people...

This is a slaughterhouse!

They say there's
2.3 million local cars

and over 1 million in transit,
every day.

Careful not to scratch that one!

Well, I'll go meet Costel.

- Didn't you say he'd come here?
- I don't know.

He said in front of the statues,
over there.

- We'll see what he has to say.
- You're just leaving us here?!

What should I do?

At least take us there
to see what's going on.

Okay... Let's go.

- Close the door.
- Okay.

Let's go!

Silence!

Roll camera!

Rolling.

7 take 24.

And action!

Who do you think
is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Constantin Manea from Călărași:
that's me.

- Go away, we're shooting.
- We have business here, too.

- You? Extras?
- We're with her.

Any problem?

- I can handle it.
- I'm her mother.

We spoke with Mr. Arvunescu
on the phone, he's expecting us.

Right. What's the name?

- Delia Frățilă.
- Frățilă...

- Let's do another one! Fast!
- Just a bit...

Wait a sec, please.

Hey! Yo! Sir...

Livelier, Mr. Manea! Joyfully!
Attention! Roll camera!

Nice to meet you, madam, miss...

I'm lulian Arvunescu,
we talked on the phone. Welcome.

This is my daughter, Delia
and my husband.

Let's see...

Gabi! Gaaabiii!

Viorel, come here.

- Get Gabi here right away.
- She's in the trailer.

No, take this
pretty young lady to her.

- Shall I go too?
- No, it's crowded in there.

Go sit in the shade.

I'm leaving. Break a leg!

You're a big girl now. Bye.

Who is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Constantin Manea from Călărași,
which means... the undersigned!

More!

- Do you want some water or a coffee?
- No, thanks.

I've brought somebody else.
This is Delia. Delia, this is Gabi.

Good afternoon.

Great timing!

- I was about to go on set.
- Leave it, he's a guy...

Start with her and we'll see.

Great!
Teach me how to do make-up.

The guy sweats like a sponge
and there's no-one to powder him.

I'll radio you.

Keep it wide open!

OK, baby doll, sit there.

Be still.

- What's this on your face?
- Well...

Foundation.

Did you put something underneath,
a cream or something?

- No.
- That's not good, dear.

This foundation attracts the dirt
and it gets into the pores.

You don't care now,
but in ten years,

you'll be full of black dots.

I'll shampoo you
to get rid of the hair spray.

Did no one tell you
not to come with make-up on?

- No...
- Of course. Who cares?

I should ask my mother.
So as not to upset her.

You'll see how pretty you'll look.
Like J. Lo.

- Do you have water in your eyes?
- No.

Listen, out of curiosity...
How many labels did you send?

- Three.
- No way! I don't believe it!

Yes.

You're lucky.

The guy they're filming right now
sent one thousand.

- But I heard it was a fix.
- I don't know...

A fix. Some arrangement...

I don't know.

Easy, easy... Sit on the chair.

Don't leave the door open.
There's a heatwave.

Sit over there, if you want.

She washed her hair this morning
and I arranged it a bit.

You'll like it.
She'll look gorgeous.

Look, honey, Mr. Arvunescu
gave me this. Your lines.

It's not what they sent me.

He told me just now
to give it to you.

Leave her,
she'll have lots of time later.

Then I'll go see
if anything needs doing.

I don't want to be in your way.

Be still, doll,
you'll have plenty of time.

Who is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Manea Constantin from Călărași,
which means... the undersigned!

Cut! Thanks, great!

A bit livelier: the undersigned!
You've just won a car.

And drink faster.

You must have your hand on the bottle.

Let's go! We can do it.

Let's introduce you to the agency.

- Okay.
- Roll camera...

Miss Delia Frățilă.

We need your approval
for the make-up and the clothes.

Adrian Mihai, brand manager for apple,
orange juice and compotes.

- Congratulations!
- The ladies are from the agency.

This gentleman is the client.
He came up with the competition.

Not me, our company.
I didn't do it all by myself...

But this is the most rewarding
part of the job.

- Which part?
- Helping people in need. Really.

Hadn't noticed
you were such a philanthropist.

Careful you don't see my
misanthropic parts.

I think it's okay.
Both hair and clothes.

Can you turn to your left,
to see your profile?

The other way.

And now, turn to us.
And now smile.

Wider, heartfelt.

She's fine and we agreed
we don't need a model.

That's why we use normal people
and spend money on testimonials.

Yeah, she's okay.
Thanks, sweetie.

The only thing I don't like
is the crappy sandals.

- They won't be shown.
- That's okay then.

- You can go.
- Thank you very much.

We're not ready yet. If you want
some tea or some mineral water...

Thank you. You want something?

- No.
- We don't need anything.

Then you can go sit
in the makeup trailer.

It's cooler, it's air conditioned.

- Thank you. Want to go there?
- Yeah.

They're so pretty...

God knows what these cost.

One of these pink or blue boxes alone
must cost a fortune.

Tired?

Try and sleep a little.
Lack of sleep damages the brain.

Yeah...

What are you looking at?

It's pretty...

- What?
- The car. It's beautiful, it's big.

- Great! I'm glad you like it.
- Aren't you overdoing it a bit?

- Overdoing what?
- The sulking?

I'm fine.

- But why did Dad go with that Costel?
- Costel found somebody.

- I don't believe it, though.
- Found who?

A buyer, I don't know who.

We were supposed
to talk about that again...

We'll talk, if we have to, of course.

It won't be easy getting
someone to pay.

The price Daddy wants,
don't you worry...

I'm not worried but,
damn it, it's not fair.

- Don't speak to me like that.
- You're sensitive!

I was thinking if I sold it next year
or in 2 years, it'd be the same.

No, it wouldn't,
it loses value.

Who told you that?

Dad said that if you drive it
even a day, it loses value.

A used car isn't worth
as much as a new one.

How much less?

50%.

So, after two days it's free.

What do you mean?

I mean 50% in the first day,
another 50% the next day.

- There's nothing left. 100%.
- Fine, make fun of me.

- Is it my car or not?
- Who says it's not yours?

- You two.
- Did I say that?

Maybe your father, but I doubt it.

Who decided to sell the car?

- Who wants gas, a guesthouse? Not me!
- You never want anything.

If you're so upset, I'll talk to Aurel...

You're always
going on about one thing or another,

this is good this is bad, I should
study Economics, now the car...

Don't talk to me
like a spoiled brat!

As if we hadn't slaved our lives away for you...

Not everybody takes care
of their children like us.

Sacrifices, effort...

Everyone provides for their
children! Stop nagging me!

No one's nagging you. But in life,
one has to do the right thing,

not what you just feel like.

Spare me the proverbs.

Your brain will explode
from too much intelligence.

You're cheeky
and need a slap in the face!

You don't get to do only
what you please, life is hard.

You have
to do things you don't like.

- I don't have to.
- Have to what?

Sell it. If l like it,
why should you sell it?

You don't want to sell it,
then we won't.

We agreed on it.

We all said, Dad too...
that we'd sell it.

No one said anything, stop lying.
We said we'd talk again...

We said we'll talk,
but we also said

we'll try to find a buyer for the car
and that if we did...

Isn't it for your own good?

Give me a break
with the ''for me'' thing.

And, anyway,
I'm coming here, to college.

- Get in, then we'll see.
- I'll get in, don't you worry.

And after graduation?
Don't you need a place to stay?

Grandma Victoria's house,
if it doesn't work as a guesthouse...

you can live in it.

Didn't you hear me?
I'm never going back to you.

- Get it?
- You never know.

It doesn't ask for food but it
produces money.

Who?

- The guesthouse.
- And the car does?

Sweetie, a litre of gasoline
costs 41 thousand.

What will you do?
You don't have a place to keep it.

- I do.
- You have a garage? Where?

You don't need a garage to have a car.
You can keep it in a parking lot.

For thieves to steal
and sell it to Germans in Germany.

You can hardly take care of yourself
and you want a car?

What do you mean?

It's a shame not to use such a
stroke of luck to improve our lives.

Life's short.

Dad explained it to you:
in two years,

if everything works out,
you can get any car you want

and when you graduate you'll come
and take care of everything.

Didn't you hear? I'm not coming back.

That's fine.

But we'll miss you terribly.

But we'll send you
some of our earnings.

See? You only think about
how you'll make money.

- I said we'd send you money.
- You said how you'd make money.

- Forget it, I know you.
- You do?

And who took care of you?

I slaved and I stayed with your father
only for your sake.

You picked him.

So missy can tell me now
that she wants to live in the capital,

not in Geoagiu Băi and that
Timișoara university is beneath her.

Even those labels
were bought with our money,

if we're honest about who
deserves what.

What?

Who gave you the money
for the juice? We did.

I can't believe you're nagging me
about juice labels...

I'll slap you!

It wasn't easy raising you...

All the sacrifices we made
even for those juices.

When your father got involved
with that bitch Nicoleta,

I didn't file for divorce
for your sake.

You should've given me
to the Social Services then!

You gave me money for those labels!
Super wonderfully splendid of you.

Exactly.

Isn't it normal...

Look at me!
Isn't it normal

for a child to help her mother
when the parents are in need?

Are they in need because of me?

It's not my fault.
Or is it? Tell me.

I never said I agreed,
I said I'd think about it.

I have and I don't want to.

Look, I won't meddle any more.

Talk to your father
and work it out with him.

If you're not meddling, then don't.
Stop talking!

That's it.
Deal with your father.

Fine. Why are you talking
if it's none of your business?

I'll talk to Dad.

I just wanted to tell you
what I think is right,

because life isn't all fun and...

- Hello.
- Who let you into my trailer?

Mr. Arvunescu told us to wait here
because it's cool.

I'm sorry, but I have some work to do
for about ten minutes.

God forbid! I'm leaving.

If you like, you can come back later.

Sit down and I'll redo
your makeup, since you're here.

So she stays?

It's not nice to treat us this way.

We'll both be dead someday
and you'll regret it.

- And you'll go straight to hell.
- What are you so angry about?

You said you wouldn't meddle.
So don't.

Sit around and knit.

It's a variation
of what we did with the other guy.

You come through the orchard,
push the branch aside like Mowgli

and you go, go...
stop here at the car,

you open the door
and you sit at the wheel.

That's the first shot.

What I want from you is...
Bombardel, give her a bottle.

What I want from you is

to hold the juice bottle
so we can see the name.

- And try to look happy. Understood?
- Yeah.

- Are these your clothes?
- Yeah.

- Did no one tell you not to wear blue?
- No.

- Iulică!
- At your service!

Why didn't you tell her
not to come dressed in blue?

I didn't know whether
the screen would be blue or green.

I got it this morning from Fritz.

Then you should have told her
not to come dressed in blue or green.

- Simple as that!
- Look at her!

How can the guys key her?
Or you do postproduction too?

- No...
- Don't fucking annoy me.

I came to shoot this shit
because the agency asked me to.

Fuckin' Burundi. Lesotho!

It's hot anyway. Take it off.

I'm sorry, I'd have worn something
else if l'd known...

Don't worry.

- It's not you, it's these morons.
- You can't put blue on blue.

Yeah, it's ugly...

You know, they'll lay
a big orange orchard over this screen

and they'll take the blue out
in postproduction.

It'll be a big orchard and it'll look
like you're walking out of it.

Honey, I'll keep it for you.

- No need to.
- Give it to me, don't embarrass us.

Careful nothing drops
out of the pockets.

Don't worry.

I'm perfuming the place.

Let's rehearse.

Shoot it right away,
we're fuckin' late already.

We'll shoot it right away.

M.O.S.

What are you doing?

Fuck off with that board,
this one's without sound.

Roll camera!

- Rolling!
- Action!

Cut!

Fantastisch. Ja ja.

Walk a tad faster.

Bombardel, give her the bottle.

Roll camera!

Rolling.

Action.

Cut!

I like it.

- That's not okay.
- Why?

She shouldn't walk like a zombie,
she should look happy and

and she should look at the juice bottle.

She'll smile, you know.

It's weird
looking at a juice bottle.

And why? It's a kind of complicity
with the bottle.

Sure...

- But it's a bit unnatural. We have the orchard...
- Do as I tell you. It's good.

If you want it
detergent ad style, so be it.

We set up some focus groups
and the rabble prefer this.

When you come towards the car,
look at the bottle, thrilled

and smile with a big, happy smile.

If we're all directors,
I can go home.

- I want to help you.
- No need. Delia!

Smile and goggle at that bottle, okay?

- Rolling!
- Action!

Cut!

- Perfect.
- You liked that?

Didn't you?

I think it's over the top.

This is advertising,
not arthouse cinema.

Done, on to the next shot.

You can take a break.

- That's it?
- If only!

There's more. Take a break
so the boys can work.

Have you acted before?

- No.
- You're doing great.

- Thank you.
- Really.

Does your boyfriend know you're here?

Leave her alone and move that crane.

- Well done, Delia. What did he say?
- Who?

- The boy in charge of the camera.
- Mind your own business.

Okay...

That I did okay,
that's what he said.

Indeed. You were very good.

I told you, smile more often.

You could be an actress.

Leave me alone!

I'm thirsty.

Will I get something from over there?

I'll get it myself
or you'll say it's your money.

Stop following me around!

When was the last time
you gave your monkey to the Englishman?

Get lost, you pig!

You need to stick a log in your stove,
keep you sane!

How much is a coffee
and a bottle of coca-cola?

They're not for sale,
they're for the crew.

Mr. Arvunescu told us to come here.

- You're with the crew...
- Yes.

Help yourself, then.

There's always some beggar

and you're not supposed
to give'em anything.

And a coffee.

- It's warm.
- It's better than nothing.

What do you want,
champagne on ice?

I wasn't talking to you.

- I'm going to the bathroom.
- Go.

Everything's fine, right?

Yes.

- Great. Where from?
- Geoagiu-Băi, Hunedoara.

You'll be hanging around a while,
or going straight back?

- Straight back.
- Too bad.

- Where do you work?
- I'm in high school.

Wow. You look very mature!
Ready to start living your life?

- Yeah...
- And what about college?

- I'll study tourism.
- Nice.

You'll see
all the countries in the world.

Maybe we'll meet
again. Who knows?

- Let's go, they're ready.
- I'm coming.

Don't run off
without asking me.

No one knew where you where.
I get fucked.

Sorry.

- Where were you?
- What do you care?

Leave her alone, madam, it's easy.

Let's hurry. Listen up.
This has to be perfect.

- You've learned your lines?
- Yeah.

Sit at the wheel with your
right hand on the wheel, cool,

and you arrange
your eyebrow in the mirror.

The way girls do.

You say your lines and,
before ''send them in now'',

you drink half the juice in the bottle.

And make it look like you're
really thirsty.

- Is it hard?
- I don't think so.

Piece of cake. You have some
experience already, right?

So, we'll rehearse once
to see how easy it is.

- As you wish.
- Let's try.

- Okay.
- Go sit behind the wheel.

Push her seat forward a bit.

Make a bit of room, honey bee.

Perfect.
Give her the bottle.

Let's see how it works.

Nice! Lines! Drink!

Drink! More!

Put the cap back on.
Start the car and leave.

- Why don't you leave?
- I...

- She doesn't know how to drive.
- No license?

Good she didn't win a helicopter,
she'd have had to parachute.

No prob. Don't be scared.
The guys will push you. Okay?

Let's push, ladies.

We're late!

Ready! Silence! Roll camera!

- Rolling!
- Action!

I'm Delia Cristina Frățilă and
I'm the happiest girl in the world.

I've sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels...

Cut.

Livelier and say the whole thing:
"Luckiest, happiest".

Tell her to say it correctly.
It's ''my name is'', not ''I'm''.

Say it right, ''my name is'', not ''I'm''.

- Okay?
- Okay. Sorry...

Don't forget to smile
as wide as possible,

with your whole heart
and try to be really happy.

Happiness must be felt at all times,
but especially when you drink. Okay?

Smile your beans!
Like that! Great!

How can I put it?

What you're doing here
is very important to our company.

We show that we help ordinary people
to fulfill their dreams.

Millions of Romanians
are going to watch you.

And you must make them believe
that anything is possible,

that anyone can be a winner.

Yeah.

Good luck.

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the luckiest, happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in
3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

- How was it?
- Wonderful!

Delia... Emphasize ''gorgeous''.

This juice looks
suspiciously yellow.

- Let's make it more orange.
- It's your juice... That's the color.

Let's make it more tempting,
like you'd really want to drink it.

Add some coffee.
It'll make it redder.

Coffee or coke.

Bombardel, pour some coke
in that bottle and make it orange-red.

Yes, boss.

Hurry, I have a girl
to deflower at 6 PM.

Move it!

- Do I have to drink it?
- It's just coke.

Ready! Silence!

Roll camera!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă

and I'm the luckiest,
happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink it! Drink it!

Send them in now!

Cut! It's better...

That's better, but you have
to drink more juice.

- Gabi! Come here.
- Yeah...

- This girl has a moustache!
- Didn't you see it?

A bit of fluff.
Everybody has it!

- Remove it!
- It'll take a while.

Right away.

Don't leave a single hair!

I don't have money
for postproduction depilation.

You won't see a thing, I promise.

Fuck! Now it's red!

Sorry.

Put this ice on it and press hard.

- A doughnut?
- No, thanks.

He said he can't give us
all 12.000 at once.

He'll give us 8 now
and the rest later.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, Aurel.

Nothing or everything?

You don't like anything
or you dislike everything?

- I don't understand.
- I'm the one who doesn't understand.

You're not happy with what l've done.

I never said that.

If you don't like it
and you're so smart,

then find something better.
Since you're always right.

- What are they doing to her?
- They removed her moustache.

- They shaved her?!
- No, they waxed her.

- And how's it going?
- So-so.

Just so you know,
we fought terribly.

What did she do?

She's unhappy, the poor thing.
It's the car.

Haven't we talked to her already?

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

Why aren't you paying attention?

It's good, but don't forget ''luckiest''.

- It's crucial to us.
- Yes.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

- A doughnut?
- No, thanks.

- You look good as an actress.
- Good.

- Nice little car.
- Yeah.

You had an argument with your mother?

She had one with me,
not me with her.

Why?

She started screaming like a crazy person.

Oh. I brought the papers.
Everything is in order.

Costel took me to someone
who agreed to our price.

It can't get any better.

- I couldn't care less.
- What's with you?

- What's with me?
- I don't know.

Something happened.
Did they upset you?

- No. It's nothing.
- You could be happy, like us.

I'm happy.

Move aside, we're shooting.

Don't shout. You scared me.

And... Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the luckiest,
happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

Mister artist, tell her again
to drink more heartily.

What can I do?

These people can't act!
The smart ones don't always win!

I know, but let's try again.

Delia, drink more.
Like you're really thirsty.

I can't. I'm swollen with all this juice.

Force yourself!

- What's with the airs?
- C'mon, Delia, really...

She should be Setilă (the thirsty one)
and not Frățilă (the brotherly one).

Fuck you, man, don't be a dickhead.

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the luckiest,
happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

Livelier. I'm begging you.

You looked dead.
Look happier, you've won the car.

- It really is your car.
- Yes. Sorry.

Delia, you're doing it
on purpose or you're sick?

- I'm okay.
- Do what he says and get it over with.

- I'm doing it.
- Still feeling sick?

No. This juice is giving me
a stomach ache.

Give her something for nausea.

How many pills should I give her?
She'll get drowsy.

Didn't you hear?
She's sick?

We'll destroy her with all these pills.
She'll get an ulcer.

She'll throw up inside the car.

Ready to shoot. Silence.

Clear the frame.
You're obstructing us.

- We were talking to our daughter.
- And you're creating chaos.

Sorry.

Silence!

Roll camera!

2 take 8!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest girl
in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

More! More!

Send them in now!

Cut! Great!
Move the car back...

I've just realized...
We have a problem.

We've said we'd shoot towards a
modern building, towards the traffic.

No. In the end we decided to use
something more stylish,

an old building, more refined...
Le Petit Paris.

We said we'd film one winner
à la Petit Paris

and the other one more aspirational:
a new building and the traffic.

That's how I remember it, too.

What new building?

We are at the University...

Maybe at the Bancorex building.

No can do.
Who'll authorize it, on the spot?

Maybe something like the
Intercontinental Hotel.

It's a symbol.

Fine.

I've nothing against it,
but we have to move

the lights, the camera...
It takes time. The car...

Couldn't you have noticed sooner?

Can't help it. I'll have problems
at work, with Jean-Pierre.

He was quite clear,
we have to shoot it as agreed.

Okay, everybody stop.
We're moving.

Why?

They want a modern fucking building.

- We'll move closer to the Inter.
- It gets dark, it's all over.

Don't blame me!

- You don't like it, go talk to them.
- Whatever.

Let's move!
Faster, we're losing the light.

- And where do we go?
- There!

To see the Inter as a modern building.
Aspirational.

Take a break.

Do you know
how much longer it'll take?

No, we're moving.

- Where are you going?
- To the toilet.

Wait!

Sign here so I can take it back.

What's this?

That contract with Mr. Manciulea,
the guy I just met.

Didn't I tell you
we agreed about the money?

I'm going to the toilet.

See? I told you so.

I'll talk to her.

Her tummy problem is no excuse.

Delia! Come here!

- What?
- Sit down.

Sign the contract

so we can go home on time.

Daddy, I was talking to Mama,
and I think we should keep it.

I like the car
and I want to keep it.

Delia, don't start again
or we'll get into a fight.

- What is it?
- Nothing. I'm talking to her now.

I told her. I like the car too,
but that's life.

I explained it clearly.

In life, you don't
always do what you want.

I've told her that we make efforts for her,
that we've toiled

our whole lives
for her to have enough to eat.

- Do you know what she said?
- What?

- That she doesn't care.
- It's that so?

That she doesn't give
a shit about our problems,

because they're nothing to do with her.

- Did you say that?
- That's not true.

I said I won the car
and I can do as I please with it

and her problems are not because of me.

And what did I say?

I didn't say I don't give a shit.
I said I'm not to blame.

So?

It's not a matter of blame.
You know we're having a hard time.

Problems at work, my diabetes...
Mama works on a teacher's wage.

- That's exactly what I told her.
- Right.

And now we have the chance - the
certainty - of solving all our problems

and living better our final years.

I know, but...

Listen calmly.

- Will you?
- Yes.

If we sell the car,
as we've decided, we can

make that boarding house
and make some real money

and also help you
through college. True?

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

Thing is...
I want to keep the car because...

Don't rush in like a...

Tell me if it's true
what l've said so far.

Okay, it's true.

If you keep the car,
what will you do with it?

You drive it.
And how does that benefit you?

I'm asking you.
How does that benefit you?

Answer me, because
I'm a gentleman, not some idiot.

- Okay...
- Tell me.

I don't know...

Does the car buy you bread or steak?
Does it help you through college?

- Does it buy you clothes?
- Or school supplies?

- Those are very expensive, too.
- No, but I'll manage.

- I'll get a scholarship.
- How can you manage, Delia?

Without our help,
you'll starve to death.

That's my business.
I'll get a scholarship.

To get a scholarship,
don't you have to be a student

and pay for accommodation?

- Then I'll get a job.
- Where?

I'll find a part-time job and I'll manage.

- And if you don't?
- She'll manage...

If l don't manage,
I'll see what l can do.

- I'd sell the car.
- See?

It'll come to this anyway.
Except, if you sell it.

half a year from now,
it'll be less valuable.

That's what l told her,
it could be half the price.

You tell her.
She wouldn't listen to me.

Woman, please!
I'm talking to her!

I'm minding my own business.

You just butt in!

I only said
that I'd told her that.

Don't tell me
what you've told her.

It's my turn to talk to her.
Just forget it.

Why are you yelling at me
in front of strangers?

- Everybody's watching us.
- Nobody's watching.

- The hell they are! Lord forgive me!
- You're yelling at me and I only...

Shut the fuck up!
You're fucking killing me!

- You're killing us both.
- Go on, swear. That's all you know.

Shut up!

You drink like a pig
and swear like a Gypsy!

Delia, this is how it is.

We sell the car and set up
the boarding house like we agreed.

I've even thought of a name.

The ''Delia'' boarding house.
Isn't it pretty?

- Tell me, do you like it?
- I don't know. Why my name?

- It's a very pretty name.
- I don't know. What does grandma say?

What if she doesn't give you the house?

What? Doesn't she want to live
better, too?

She won't agree
to all this stuff with her house.

She's old.

- She won't agree to it.
- She will.

It's good for her too,
we'll be there more often.

So she won't die alone,
like a dog.

If she doesn't, good riddance.

We've done things her way so long,
now it's our turn.

- That's right.
- What should we do?

Sit at home, starving on our little
salaries? When we were struck by luck

and could all live
much better? Her too.

After one year,
we'll recoup the investment

and a year after that we'll have
at least 10.000 -12.000 euros.

At least. Do you know
how much Chira in Rapolt makes?

- No.
- Guess.

- I don't know.
- 15.000.

- And her courtyard is smaller.
- But her house is huge.

But that area
isn't as beautiful as ours.

- Tell me.
- Tell you what?

- Am I right or not?
- Now you're changing the subject.

I won the car
and I want to keep it and drive it.

I was talking to Cornelia about
going to the seaside. In my car.

How? Without a license?

I'll have it by then.

Who'll pay for your driving lessons
and the exam?

It's not free, nothing ever is.

- It costs a bomb.
- Shut up.

How will you pay
for your driving lessons?

- I don't know, I'll borrow.
- You'll borrow...

And then you'll repay it...
Don't be as stubborn as a mule.

As a what, then?

Just don't be stubborn,
that's all l'm saying.

How much less
will it be worth by next year?

The car?

I don't know,
3.000 - 4.000 cheaper, max.

Minimum, I mean.
You'd barely sell it for 6.000.

Then I'll keep it
for a year and then we'll sell it.

Wasted money.

And you don't even know
you'll be able to sell it.

People want new cars,
there's so much progress.

Nobody wants
an old piece of junk!

- It's not junk after just one year!
- Really?

If you sell it tomorrow,
it's already second-hand.

We'll sell it second-hand.

So at least I get to keep it
for a year.

Another thing.
A Logan's not a girl's car.

See how big it is?

If it were a Volkswagen or a Fiat,
I wouldn't have said a thing.

- But I like it.
- Ready to shoot.

- Coming.
- Hurry, we're losing the light.

Sir, I have something
to discuss with my daughter.

She'll come.

- Sign it.
- I don't want to.

Please, let's go.
You can talk later.

Can't you see I'm talking
with my daughter?

But the light's fading.

- Please.
- I'm going.

She's cheeky.

Why do you butt in?

If you'd let me talk to her,
the problem would be solved.

I'm her mother,
I have the right to talk to her.

Fuck off!

When I talk to her,
don't go butting in like an idiot.

Let her be!
Get in the car!

3 take 1.

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Cut!

Girlie, don't they teach you Romanian?

Yes...

Are you familiar with the word ''happy''?

- Yes.
- Then be happy, for Christ's sake!

What's so complicated?

In the words of a great living
writer, ''fuck off, motherfuckers!''

Pay attention, please.

Leave her alone.

I was just telling her
to pay attention.

Don't, she doesn't need us, anyway.

Instead of giving
her confidence, what do you do?

Let her learn the hard way.

She's miserable,
poor little thing.

They want to give her a Logan and she
won't even pay attention to them.

- She's right to want the car.
- That's life. What can I do about it?

- Silence! Roll camera.
- Rolling.

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!
I'm watching you!

Send them in now!

Cut!

How long was it?

Great!

Delia, it was good, but too long.

It needs to be 35 seconds long
and you took 39.

- I can't go faster than that.
- Really? You could before.

Take our word for it,
we're not complete morons.

And a lot happier.
A big smile, okay?

Okay.

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

What happened?

It might be the generator.

Go see what the fuck happened!

Delia, the smile was better.
But the projectors were off.

It's better in the dark...

Burundi...

- It's the generator.
- What's wrong?

- It wouldn't start.
- Does it have enough fuel?

Yeah.
But it's a piece of shit.

So the generator is off...
It was overused.

- Fuck off!
- They're trying to fix it.

I've already ordered a new one.

- It'll be here in 30 minutes.
- Fuck them. It's gonna be dark.

- They'll be here in 30 minutes.
- I don't care.

Let's take five!

Take a break!

There where
hardly two lightbulbs on.

Are you pulling my leg?
Romanians...

I've just talked to them,
they're trying to fix it.

- In 30 minutes...
- Fix it? They're only looking at it!

- What's wrong?
- I had a pebble in my shoe.

My goodness...
Did you remove it?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Delia, do you think
we want you to be unhappy?

I never said that.

You think we're vultures,
me and Mama?

- That we want to harm you?
- That's not the point.

I'm begging you,
answer my question.

No, l don't think that.

We did it all for you.

If it'd been only us,
we'd have got on with our lives

We wouldn't have tried
to set up a boarding house,

to scrape money together.
We'd have had no use for it.

- You believe me?
- I believe you.

I like sitting around, too.
No one likes to work.

If working were easy,
all the morons would work.

When l was your age,
nobody gave me anything.

Except a beating.

Then I laboured in the factory,
in the pollution.

So you'd have everything you needed.

I even got diabetes
but I never gave up.

I know...

So that you could go to school
and be prepared for life.

We saved money for your clothes,
toys, dolls, pencils...

so that you wouldn't feel deprived.

So that the rich children
wouldn't laugh at you...

You might not believe it,
but this is how it was.

I believe you,
I never said I didn't.

I rarely bought myself trousers.

I've smoked only Carpați and Bucegi,

ate what was available,
just crusts of bread.

Did you lack anything?

- Tell me.
- No.

You didn't.
We didn't have enough money

for trips to China or Japan
or for caviar and champagne...

But you had everything
you ever needed.

- Right?
- Yes.

Then cut the crap
and sign the contract

because the man is waiting.

But it's not fair. It's my car,
I won it and I want to drive it,

at least for one-two years.
I'm begging you, Dad.

- Are you starting that again?
- No...

You're driving us nuts,
you moron!

You said you understood
but you don't.

But why can't I keep the car?

If God gave it to me,
it's only fair that I use it...

I'm telling you nicely
and you won't listen.

Girl, on my word of honour,
in two years time

you'll buy any car you like.

Sign here. You'll see,
in two years time

you'll see eye to eye with me.
You'll say:

''I was about to do something
foolish, thank God for the old man.''

Youth passes quickly
and life is disappointing.

And if your business doesn't work?

How could it not? That's what works
everywhere in Europe.

Cities grow bigger
and people long for the countryside.

Nobody wants fancy places anymore.

- Everybody wants nature.
- And what if it doesn't work?

Look what happens in Bucharest,
look at this madness.

They have no place to rest,
poor people.

Sign here.

I'm not going to keep begging
you. Will you sign or not?

No. I've never been
allowed anything.

I never went to holiday camp,
because you didn't have money,

I never had a party...

And when I came in 3rd
in my class,

Mama promised me a party but,
in the end, I wasn't allowed.

I never had a normal life,
like everybody else.

While my classmates were having fun,

I had to clean around the house
and pick fruit in the summer.

Now all my classmates
are waiting to see the car.

They didn't believe I'd won.

I've talked to Cornelia
about going to the seaside...

Please Dad, it's mine,
I won it. Please!

I've been straight with you
and explained our situation.

- Will you sign or not?
- No!

Very well, Delia.

But me and Mama
are through with you.

What do you mean?

You can take your car
and do whatever you want.

But you won't set foot
in my house again

and you are no longer my child.

You won't get anything
from us anymore.

- Absolutely nothing! Take your car.
- But it's not fair.

You're treating us like fools.

You don't want to sign, bye-bye.

I have to beg you.
I raised you like a princess,

I wiped your ass when you were little.

You've no shame?

If we were sick,
you'd leave us die all alone,

in shelters or in the hospital.
You wouldn't even bury us...

- That's not true.
- Give me a break!

You don't want to sell it, great!
I don't want to see you again.

Sit there and cry.

Shitty movie star!

Boss! Come here!

They know nothing about anything.

Do you know how to eat pussy?

With small licks, so you don't
swallow too much hair...

Leave me alone, Bombardel...
I'm in trouble...

I'm in trouble, too...
I have problems with my gall bladder.

I'll die soon.
Don't bother putting me

down in the grave in my coffin
because it's no use.

Better hold me by the dick
and send me down slowly...

And don't shake it too much,
because I'll get a hard-on...

- Are you nuts?
- Life's worth living!

We have to get
enough pussy in our life!

- Do you like pussy?
- Yeah...

Then why did you get out?

- Okay, I'll sign it.
- You should apologize first.

- What for?
- For making Daddy cry.

Please, Magda. Let me do it.

But you must give me 3.000 and let me
go on holiday with Cornelia.

- What 3.000?
- Euros. That's fair.

We'll give you
everything back in two years.

But I want to make sure
I have enough for college.

That's why I need at least 3.000.

We can't give you 3.000.
Only 2.000.

We'd have given you anyway,
you didn't have to ask.

- 2 isn't enough. I want 3.
- Impossible, kitten.

If I had it in the bank,
I'd give you 10.000.

But we're investing it. As soon as we
start making some profit,

we'll give it to you.

- We're ready.
- I swear.

Now. It's urgent,
we don't have much light left.

Young man, you're not the only one
with problems.

- Let her go.
- One more minute.

At least 2.700.
So I don't worry about college.

I said 2.000. Okay, 2.300.
Once we've done our thing,

we'll give you more,
we won't abandon you.

- At least 2.700.
- She has the brains of a businessman!

Why don't you study Economics?

2.400, my final offer,
as the Americans say.

Okay.
But I want it straight up.

No can do. Fifty-fifty, that's how
I'm getting it from Manciulea.

- That's not my problem.
- What am I supposed to do?

1.500 when we give him the car
and the rest afterwards.

- Which is when?
- 4 months from now.

- Okay.
- Sign it.

- Give me the pen.
- Didn't you keep it?

- No.
- We'll find it.

- And give me this Dacia.
- Of course.

Whenever I don't need it,
it's yours.

No, give it to me for good.

So I have my own car
while I'm here, at college.

No way. If you stay home,
I'll give it to you.

But we'll talk about it.

Let's go. There's no light left.

- I'm coming.
- Sir, just one second.

If she doesn't come right now,
we lose a day's shooting.

- She'll have to pay for it.
- Have a pen?

We have to finish shooting!

If she doesn't come, you'll have to
pay for it. I swear.

What is this?
Hiroshima? Nagasaki?

Fucking moron!

Girlie, get in the car!

Roll camera.

Miaunel, diffuse that light.
Faster!

How's the background?

Almost dark. If we don't shoot now,
we're fucked.

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Send them in now!

Cut.

- Another one, and fast!
- She shouldn't be so stiff.

''Stiff''. You like
suggestive language.

- Get lost...
- Stop playing hard to get.

As usual. A big smile.

Delia, a bigger smile
and use your teeth!

Another one, quickly.
Say your lines, and then say them again.

Don't stop until I say so.

It's a loop!
Put the crane up!

Move away!
Roll camera!

- Move away, Bombardel!
- Fuck off!

- Roll camera!
- Rolling!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest girl in the world

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Go back up! Drink more and look
happier! Please, Delia!

Roll camera!
Go away, Bombardel!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!
More! Drink more!

- She should drink more!
- Send them in now!

Cut! Go back up!
Faster!

Delia, drink more.
Stop rolling your eyes,

drink more in one sip.

Get out of there! Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,
and I'm...

- Cut! Delia, please...
- One more!

Focus, what the fuck?

Faster!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Frățilă,

and I'm the happiest
girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels
and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Look happy!

Send them in now!
Go back up.

Cut!

Pretty good.
One more and then we go home.

Get me down.

- We're going home. It's over.
- Try a bit more.

Can't do it. I've already
under-exposed.

- So, that's it.
- Wrap everything.

Not so hot.
She smiled okay, but she didn't drink...

No, I thought she was okay.

We see to it in the cutting room,
we can use some other takes.

It wouldn't really work,
the light is different.

First we were in broad daylight...

I can change the lighting
and shoot at night.

No, it's sombre.
We'll use this.

- We could dub her.
- Okay.

We'll see the rushes
and maybe we'll choose

one of the previous takes.
Some of them were quite decent.

That's do-able.

I'm leaving, then.
Thanks a lot.

- Want to go for a tripe soup?
- If you're buying...

Bye. Thank you.

- So, we leave it as it is?
- Yeah, that's a wrap.

The shooting is over, thanks!

Let's pack things up.

- Thanks a lot, guys. Bye.
- Bye.

- Thanks a lot.
- You're welcome.

It was very good!
But like I told you, don't be so shy.

Thank you very much for your patience.
She is shy.

No problem.

- I'm leaving.
- Where to?

- To the Judas Priest concert.
- Those faggots?

- What faggots?
- The bald one, Halford, he's a faggot.

- No way...
- Really.

Bye. Enjoy the car.

I've found the pen.

We're going home!

Great!
We're going straight home now.

Hey!

Where's that director
to reimburse the gasoline?

It's not him who does it.