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An excellent coffin.

Real wood,

not just some cheap particle board,

with contoured foam lining.

And if you're interested, we can even line it with silk for you.

Do you accept returns?

You know, like a two-week return policy?

All returns are handled on the other side, ma'am.

Hey, gangster!

Go back to Romania!

Can you tell my fortune?

The best part is coming up...

...now!

- Hey, who made this? - What do you mean? Some genius.

- She's Brazilian? - In Poland.

- Start it over. - Someone went hard.

Serves the liar right.

Hey, gypsy, go get a husband!

Keep an eye on your wallet!

INFAMY

I thought you guys were getting close.

I wouldn't say we were friends in the first place.

You still...

There's our liar.

WALES IS ASHAMED OF GITA BURANO!!!

It's starting again.

The violence.

It's going to happen,

just like it did before.

I'm afraid to leave the house again.

I'm telling you, I can feel it!

I can feel in my bones. It's starting.

- You coming? - In a sec. Don't wait for me.

Can you come here a moment, Burano?

I'll copy it later.

Assignment failed, assignment failed, C+.

We're not in Wales, missy.

Polish is difficult and this school holds the highest standards.

- But ma'am... - No buts.

Look, from now on you take this seriously.

I dunno, get some...

- What are you doing? - I'm just...

I'll feed them myself. Go!

Go!

Or you won't be allowed to take your college entrance exams.

We wouldn't want that, now would we dear?

Can't we find a workaround?

I'd planned on taking the IBs anyway.

Why? Are they in Romani?

DAD TO: G.I.T.A. GOT YOU A NEW DRESS

POWER OFF

(DŻAMILA TO: TAGAR I MADE YOU A CAKE:)

You shouldn't have come here.

You're risking a lot.

What if I like it?

Gita...

I've let her loose.

Who?

- The gypsy. - And how's it feel?

Her freedom sucks ass.

Welcome to the real world.

- What is that? - Spaghetti.

Can I help you?

No?

Okay, you first.

No, you first.

Mmm.

I'm a good cook, right?

Mmm, I helped!

That must be why it tastes so funny.

No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

Wait!

You have to. Take it like a man.

Mmm.

This is delicious.

Who made it?

Doesn't matter.

A month ago,

I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted.

And now?

Now I don't know anything.

When I was a little kid,

I'd get in fights if anyone called me dirty.

And now?

Now I just let it go.

You must be insult-proof.

Mm-mmm.

I don't feel dirty anymore.

Well, maybe a little now.

I love cake.

Did you know

there's no word for "I love you" in Romani?

We just say...

"I eat your heart and...

I drink your soul."

"I eat your heart"?

Creepy.

You know what I'm trying to say.

It's fine! Everything's fine here.

You're gonna like it, Ms. Ania. I made a pen.

There's nobody here. I don't see anyone.

I can check, but why?

- Hello? - Shh!

Locked up tight.

Why would I put the sheep in the trailer? Yeah.

What do you mean, "shit everywhere"?

She just leaves pellets, like little beads.

What?

Wolves? What wolves? People are worse than wolves.

You'll be here in a month?

Damn city-slicker broad.

Shh.

What the hell was that?

My heart is pounding.

Why don't you talk to her, huh?

You still mad at her?

Mm-mmm.

Mikołaj got pissed off, of course.

Oh, Mikołaj!

Look, I get he's racist and all,

but dude, don't you have your own opinions?

- The Constitution gives you that right. - And how come you don't talk to her?

Does the Constitution say you can't?

Well, maybe I will.

See ya.

Hey! Where you going?

Get him!

- Get the fucker! - Kick the fuck out of him!

- Let's get the fuck out! - Go, go, go!

Iron it. You know where I'm going.

Vegetables only, the way you like it.

- How was school? - Great.

Did you hear I'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records?

"The first Romani girl to be liked by her whole school."

If some white country club doesn't like you,

they can eat a dick!

Gita! Put on your dress. We're going to the Czech Republic.

Do I have this right?

You were so in love with Mom, you kidnapped her, and that's custom.

And I have to get married for your debts.

- That custom too? - Get in.

What are you waiting for?

- You see that? - What?

Who's it for?

If you don't get in, it'll be for you.

You're doing the right thing, dear. We all support you.

The wholesaler is afraid to work with us.

They threatened to burn him down.

Have you found that asshole with the invoices?

Tagar? I'm looking.

You're not the only one.

It's like he disappeared into thin air.

- But I'll find him, I swear to God. - The entire town is after him.

We're fucked without Tagar and the invoices.

The Czechs will be pissed.

What?

Junior got beaten in your place.

Ułi?

It's never gonna end. I don't know what to do.

I'm gonna kill 'em.

- I'll be there soon. - Are you crazy? Stay where you are!

Don't come here!

Motherfuckers!

Our guests are here!

Pills are in the van.

Hi!

- Hi. - Hi.

Welcome.

Gita!

Hey, Janko.

Cool digs here.

Yeah. That's our house. Fucking sick, right?

And we have a factory too.

That's right. Where you make all the dog food.

Meat, ugh!

Don't worry.

It's... just a cover-up.

They didn't tell you?

You give us the supplies, and we do the rest.

And we share the money. Like, in the family.

Come on.

- Pretty great. - Yeah, cool. You wanna be a filmmaker?

Would you like me to be one?

You know what?

I think it's cool that you are singing.

You have a... passion.

I will talk to my dad so he can allow you to be a singer.

Oh, really?

Wow! Thank you.

You're welcome.

You have to reload

and put your finger on the trigger, and...

And... bam, okay?

- May I try? - Be my guest.

- Okay. - Reload!

- Something... What the fuck happened? - Gimme that gun.

It's empty.

- Empty. - Give me another gun.

Can I... kiss you?

You want to dishonor me?

Um... I'm sorry.

These invoices, we'll sort them out.

If these two can do it, so can we.

- To the children! - Bottoms up!

Bottoms up!

Oh!

The prince brings a white steed!

Of course.

Now, Janko! Now!

- Eh? Hmm? - Hmm.

Father, will you let me take Gita for my wife?

You should ask her.

Of course he will!

Ah!

- Bottoms up! - Fireworks and everything!

Don't make a scene.

Gita!

Marry me?

And... this is my gift!

What a gift!

A little gift.

- We'll have it sent! - Bravo!

- Congratulations! - Gita!

Gita, wait!

- For me? - It's a present.

For a parent-in-law.

It's beautiful.

It must have cost a fortune.

I know you're against it.

Nowadays you all want to marry out of love.

But love, Gita, is blind.

You fall in love, and then he becomes someone else.

You're marrying me to a drug lord.

Aren't you proud?

Parental control, Daddy?

Just watch me.

Save me, Tagar.

I drink your soul.

What happened, honey? Have a bad dream?

Gita's not here!

Was that your dream?

She's not here. She was kidnapped by a monster!

What are you saying?

Is that Gita?

For fuck's sake!

Let's get you to bed. Come on.

You did this to my daughter. I'll fucking kill you, right here.

No, wait! Stop it! Dad, no!

Let him go! I love him!

I want to marry him! I love him and I want to be his wife.

You got engaged yesterday.

You got me engaged!

You ran away with Mom! And Tagar kidnapped me yesterday.

I'm not a virgin anymore.

- We'll see. Medicine can do wonders. - Gita.

I can't do it.

What?

What?

You disgrace my daughter and now you don't want her?

I'll kill you with my bare hands!

No!

No! Tagar!

Get dressed!

Get in the car!

God give me strength!

God, give me the strength to hold my vow and not stray off this road.

Be with me today.

Please.

And about Gita...

If we are erring, doing wrong,

give us a sign.

Pull over!

- Pull over! - Have you lost your fucking mind?

For fuck's sake.

Why not?

Tagar, why can't you do it?

Speak!

Gita, I...

I want to, but...

I just can't.

Gita!

Move and I'll shoot your balls off.

Or maybe your head, if I aim higher.

You did your part.

Gita, get back in the car.

Last night never happened, okay?

Go inside and wash up.

What are you doing here?

You found him? Where?

Gita had the idea to look in the woods, and there he was.

What happened? Why don't you answer your phone?

- I hid in the woods. My battery died. - The battery died?

Get the fuck inside and work on the fucking invoices!

Right now!

You, come with me.

Where's the van?

We took two cars and the clutch gave out, so...

INCOMING CALL: TAGAR

Gita!

Gita, are you crying?

TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A. LET'S TALK

Tagar!

My uncle said you're gonna teach me how to use that program.

Yeah, sure. Sit down.

Okay.

You know computers at all?

Yeah, duh. I game!

Okay, great.

Have... you seen Gita?

Yeah. That cow is hogging the bathroom.

I had to use my parents'!

Sisters! They're the worst.

Mm-hmm. All right, take a look.

- See that icon? - Mm-hmm.

Click it.

The software boots up. Input the product code from the box.

Tagar!

Tagar!

Okay, I'm coming!

Are you Marko Burano?

Yes, that's me.

Marko.

Today you're facing your entire family.

It's because your dear wife, Violetta, came to us.

Let your family speak about you first.

The first one to speak is Marko's wife.

Marko!

You are addicted to gambling!

You're hurting yourself and your family. You're hurting us all!

Here we are, your family.

There's your coffin.

The coffin is like death.

You will lie here and give your word. If you break it, you will die.

If you're not with us, if you break your word, you're dead.

My verdict is based on our Romanipen.

Listen, now. My verdict.

Either you vow here not to gamble anymore,

or you shall face...

infamy.

You will be alone, on your own.

What's your choice, Marko?

Here I swear before God...

I swear on my own life,

I'll stop gambling and avoid the path of evil.

I swear, to my family and the community.

May I die if I don't keep my word.

Amen.

Amen.

May God change your life!

And may you never lose our way!

May our laws always guide you.

- Let it be done. - Come back to us, brother!

Gita slept with Tagar. I found them in the trailer this morning.

If we're lucky, she's not pregnant. She wants him, but he rejected her.

I fucking hate you.

Good choice.

Gita!

Hold on.

- Let me go. - You're not allowed in here.

- I have to tell her something. - What don't you understand?

Goddamn it.

What's up?

I've traced the guy who beat up Ułi.

Where the fuck is he?

- In the factory estate. - Good, I'm coming.

- Did you train Kevin? - He can use the program.

- Can he print out the receipts? - Yeah, he should.

Sign here.

Then go hide in the fucking woods!

Thanks.

Hey, Gita! Wanna try this?

Fucking hell! The gypsy's coming. Grab the gypsy!

What's up?

Freeze, motherfucker!

Fucker!

Motherfucker!

- You fuck! - Get him!

Rolo!

Come on, drive!

- Hey there! - Just drive!

He's fucking getting away!

Come on, come on, hurry! Fuck!