Original subtitles

She has brought shame to us all!

What an insult!

That is infamy! She is cursed!

- Shame! - What is she thinking?

- I've had enough of her! - I'm crying!

What dishonor! She's brought shame to the entire family!

- What is she thinking? - What is she thinking? Why?

- Shame on her! - She's finished!

- Throw her out! - Infamy!

INFAMY

Gita! Gita! Everyone's waiting for you!

Come here!

Hi, Daddy!

Gita, pack your things.

Lala! Come!

Hey! Mommy, don't throw it away. I'm taking that to Poland.

Gita.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Do we have to leave?

Mmm.

We're going home.

But you said this was our home now.

Gita, some things aren't that simple.

This is fucking up my life.

I'm losing it all. My friends, my school.

You'll have friends and school there, too.

What do you want?

What do I want?

To live!

Like normal.

Calm down, we'll have a normal life there.

Fuck!

I'm almost 18.

I'll be free of you soon.

Friends! Let's drink!

- To new beginnings, Marko! - Yeah!

Yeah!

We will miss you guys.

I promise you that we'll meet again.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

To our next meeting.

To our next meeting!

Cheers!

Shall we drink to getting back our old digs?

To our return.

Hmm.

Cheers.

G.I.T.A. TO: SONNY

Please leave a message at the tone.

She took her backpack.

Daddy, where's Gita?

Uh-huh.

You know, without her, we might as well stay here.

She's part of the deal.

- I want Gita! - She's my daughter, she'll come back.

We've been waiting seven years for them to let us come home.

Without Gita, we'd have to stay in this dump even longer.

This dump?

They fucking ordered us to come back.

Our family needs us.

Without family, we're nothing. You know that. Roma are nobody!

Nothing? Do you hear yourself?

Marko, you just pray that she comes back.

How did you know I was here?

I have parental controls.

But after tomorrow, we'll be too far for it to work.

Do you think I wanna leave?

You know how your mother is.

Our roots...

Our family.

Community.

Great, but don't I even get a say?

You don't like it?

Then stay.

SONNY TO: G.I.T.A.

- Mmm. - Do you have a place to stay?

G.I.T.A. TO: SONNY

Sonny.

Call us, sometime.

Or write us on Messenger.

Take care of yourself.

I love you.

Daddy!

Gita, do you wanna rap for us one more time? Go on, baby!

Come on!

- Come on. - No. Uh-uh.

Gita! Gita! Gita!

I love you.

Can we stop soon?

I have my period.

Do you have to inform everyone?

Exactly.

I've told you so many times. That's not a thing with us.

What's not?

Okay, there's your taboo.

You'd better eat it so there's no trace.

So nobody knows I'm human and have bodily functions.

Gita, we don't use unclean words like that here,

such as "period," "pee"...

Here? We're not even at Uncle's and you're going crazy.

Sure. In Poland, the Roma follow Romanipen.

What?

Mmm. Have you forgotten Romani law all of a sudden?

You'll just have to Google it.

I don't have to.

You already Googled "Romani perfection."

Excuse me?

A daughter reflects her father. We need you to fit in.

Good thing I don't reflect you.

That would be a contrast.

I know you want some.

Oh, thanks.

No, Daddy! Don't eat and drive, okay?

- Remember, "Eat and drive, hit and die." - All right.

Okay, sweetie, never again.

- Think they have a bathtub? - Of course they do.

I remember this place. It's Melissa's school.

Who's Melissa?

- Doesn't matter. - We don't talk about it.

Okay.

What's this? A sack?

I'll remind you, since you've forgotten, that Romani women wear skirts.

They don't wear trousers.

Uh-huh. Guess I'm not Romani then.

Now that's interesting.

- You think? - Yeah.

You said they allowed us to return.

What, should I beg on my knees?

Remember now,

your family is the hand wiping your tears and holding your heart.

Don't ever forget.

I don't want to live in a trailer ever again, you hear me?

You won't.

I'm done with poverty.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

It's just... In front of the house back there,

for a moment I thought they'd changed their minds.

Come on.

A word given by family is sacred.

Sacred.

I want you to be happy.

Hmm.

Where do I stay?

Hold on, I'll tell you.

Hey, hey, hey!

Who just farted?

- It smells like shit! - It was him.

- No, you! - You're big fartbags!

- Go to bed now! - No!

- Bed, immediately! - No!

- No? - No.

- Do you want me to get your father? - No.

- Exactly what I thought. - Okay!

- Damn, she's mean. - You two be quiet!

MELISA TO: G.I.T.A. HAVE YOU ARRIVED?

G.I.T.A. TO: MELISA WE DID, UNFORTUNATELY

You're stinking it up!

Yours are worse than mine!

Stevo! Walter! You'll get a spanking. I mean it!

You can't catch me!

Where's your skirt?

Back in the Middle Ages.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Gita, has your mother told you you're Romani?

- She did. - I see.

You're going to the table like that?

My girl, it's not proper!

All right, Auntie. I don't have to go anywhere.

I can just sit right here.

Viola! She has such an attitude this morning!

Gita!

How long will it take?

What are we going to make this evening? We have guests.

Something special?

We'll serve fruit and a roast with vegetables, of course.

Let's have ribs too.

Don't worry, Gita. It was alien to me too at first.

My home was completely different.

- Thank you. - Have someone run to the store.

Can I do anything to help at all?

- I see. - This one's ready.

- Put it inside that bowl. That's good. - All right.

Didn't you hear what she said? How can you behave this way?

She's part of this family, isn't she?

We're all one. One family, one people. Let's act like it.

Sit, Viola, please.

Oh! I used to drink this tea as a child. With apples.

It's a shame it was only as a child.

What is she thinking, wearing those?

She may be young, but she won't learn if she hasn't already.

We'll have your company registered in... Marko!

When you have your company registered in the Czech Republic,

every month you can write off 19 grand.

- Mostly they want the same variety... - Uncle!

They took the money and then blew off all the concerts!

I swear, they're completely backward!

Always. Okay, listen, I need to go. Yeah.

- Later. - It's breakfast.

Gita, do a lot of women in the UK have tattoos?

Well, yeah, it's normal.

These days, some gorger girls dress better than Roma.

At least they put on a skirt, a blouse, earrings, rings...

- There you go, pretty lady! - People should wear what they want.

Shouldn't they, Grandma?

You're right, darling.

Come over to me, Gita.

- She'll never learn. - Come here!

See? My grandma, Jaśmina.

Look at the tattoos on her face.

- Awesome. - She was important. She had power.

She led a Romani camp.

- As a woman? - Oh, yes.

Romanipen tells us what's right and wrong,

but it's always wisdom that makes someone important, not just wearing pants.

Do pants make a leader?

Yeah.

- Gita, Gita! How's your first day? - Alien.

Romani women don't walk alone,

so if you're trying to go out, I'll show you how.

It's electric!

- What you got there? - Something good.

Better lock it.

You know how it is. Gypsies steal.

Don't worry about it. I just got it printed.

Burano?

Then Melisa Burano... You're related?

Sister.

She'll need a Romani assistant.

What?

Why?

Darling, a Romani assistant can be a big help to our Romani students.

They mediate any difficult situations and conflicts

resulting from low social awareness.

And your family agreed to this?

That's odd.

They don't usually let girls go to school.

Why don't you lick my grandma's ass?

And you too, darling. Have a good day. And welcome, hmm?

I don't have one.

- Maybe she has a light? - Yeah, go ask her.

Be right back.

What's up?

Oh, hi.

Damn. Cool mountain bike. You got a light?

- Mmm, got one somewhere. - Thanks.

Wait.

- Heads-up! - Nice! Bravo, my friend!

- Want a drag? - Yeah, but right here?

Chill. The school doesn't give a shit.

Otherwise, we'd be in jail already.

Are you new here?

From Wales.

That's cool!

We're not!

Eliza.

- Gita. - This is Cherry, Kamil, Nadia, and...

Hey, pass it!

- Kapuściński. Yo. - ...Kapuściński.

- What's up. - The royal family of Biała Góra.

All right!

Cool fucking tune.

My choice.

These are my choices!

- All that happened till now is my choice. - All right, last one.

- Got it. - One last hit and we're done.

Yeah?

We gotta go, but it was nice meeting you, Gita.

Catch you later.

See ya.

One for the road.

Hey, the speaker!

Okay.

- Come on! - Come on, Nadia!

These are my choices.

- Sure, don't worry, I'll be there. - Guests will be here soon. Look at you!

- Leave me alone, Dad. I was rehearsing. - You look like a bum!

Don't you bring that Polish thug to my table.

- Why not? - Because!

What is this? What is she wearing?

We have guests coming!

It's only because she's young.

Oh my. You're stuck!

Hold on.

- Oh my god, you're so beautiful! - You're stoned, aren't you?

How do you like it?

- Did you bring me a lampshade? - Jesus.

Oh, I can't.

See? You look like a queen.

Yeah, you think?

- Whoo! Everything's spinning! - Yeah!

Marko!

Don't be afraid. It'll be all right.

Eat and drink! Enjoy!

Welcome to our home, everyone! May you be happy and healthy.

Come on, Janko, put it away.

What are you doing?

Wake up!

Beautiful girl.

Are you Czech?

Yeah.

Fucking cool. Gita.

Janko.

You live there?

Yeah.

We were almost late. We had a small accident.

- Really! - Accident?

Accident.

Okay.

Well, a deer was crossing the road,

and my dad had to brake the car so fast that my nose hit the fucking dashboard.

I didn't just see stars, I saw constellations.

- Do you speak Czech? - I do.

No, I'm just kidding.

Bring me some juice.

Go get your own juice.

But you're female, right?

Female.

You're a woman, so...

All right. Let's pour another round.

The pigs drive up to the warehouse asking why the meds are selling so fast.

And Lisowski says,

"There was a tourist bus."

"Everyone on it had a cold. So, we sold out, okay?"

- What the fuck could they do to him? - Legitimate business!

The invoices have to be right, that's all.

I'm just a middleman, but I vouch for Stefan.

I vouch for Stefan. Everything's in order.

Everything.

Ah! Cheers, sister!

Czech boy, go and dance.

All right.

Will the Roma in fact keep his word,

given to another Roma?

Marko?

He's going to keep it.

Come on, Gita!

Opa!

Bravo! Bravo!

Excuse me. May you all be happy and healthy.

May you be happy and healthy.

We'd like to sing a song for everybody here.

Do it for me, please.

This is our song.

- All right! Let her sing! - One of the old Romani songs!

It's called "The Dress."

You know you shouldn't wear makeup here, right?

Why not? Who said so?

Because Romani women have natural beauty.

My naturally beautiful mother.

- Uh-huh. - Will you sign my form for school?

Darling,

we have entirely different plans for you here.

How do I look?

Come on.

Our guests are waiting.

Where?

Outside town. Warehouse.

- She good? - The best. A champion.

Should I bet high on her?

You won't regret it.

Come on.

Do you think I'm stupid?

An arranged marriage?

What do you mean?

Dad.

Mom said that you guys have plans for me here.

Don't listen to your mom. I don't.

All right then.

Then sign the form for my school.

Okay.

Let me smoke.

I'll wait.

Sign here.

Thank you.

Whatever you want.

You need anything, let me know.

Look, Sonny, the patriarchy is strong as ever here.

...in the kitchen.

And men?

Rest in peace.

My feminist roots. Dope.

- Hey! - What are you doing?

- What happened? - Turn it back on.

We wanna hear it.

Enough of those weak beats.

Shall we dance?

Dance, dance!

Load it in.

See how fucking easy all of this is?

We just deliver the meds, and they do all the dirty work.

If this succeeds, you'll pay off your debt.

Just stay away from the fucking casinos this time.

Be thankful you have her.

Only she can save you now.

The Czechs bought her without any complaints.

She's... the perfect woman.

See, brother?

Even you managed to do something right for once.

You need a beat.

Chill out, I won't tell them.

My name's Tagar.

Is that your song?

Yeah.

It's good. Really nice flow.

You know how to make beats?

Hey, Dad!

Did you know they had a studio?

INFAMY ON THE NEXT EPISODES

Plans? What plans could a Romani girl your age have, huh?

Rap, school, life? It's simple.

We have to marry off our daughter

to strengthen the family business,

just so we can pay back all his debts.

How much am I worth?

One hundred thousand.

I already like you.

I love you.

I know you're against it.

Nowadays, you all wanna marry out of love.

Save me, Tagar.

Tagar!

You started a Polish-Romani war.

Your choice.

Family...

or infamy?

Only you can save our family.

Who will save me?