Freedom

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KORKORO:

'Freedom'

Based on real events

We can't get across!

Oh, my God!

Puri Dai, we can't go on.

The ditch is too wide!

- I just saw him.

- He's not far.

Got you!

We've got the ghost!

Why do you follow us?

Who are you?

You scared me yesterday.

Ghost.

Ghost.

He's white!

Why do you follow us?

I'm all alone.

We don't want trouble.

You must go back to your people.

Did you pinch

the charcoal burner's bread?

This little gadjo

is one hell of a thief.

What shall we do with him?

Come here.

Sit.

Chouroro!

Eat.

Here.

The children hate these roots.

We eat what we find.

With the Germans on our backs,

we have to keep going.

God is going to come to our rescue.

Chouroro!

Pick everything.

The Germans! On the road!

What?

I saw Germans on the road.

They're coming!

TOWN HaLL

are you Theodore Rosier?

Let's go.

What's his name?

Otto.

I'll look after you, Otto.

What have you fed him?

Meat.

Tatane...

What does "chouroro" mean?

a pauper.

The gypsies are back!

The gypsies are here!

The gypsies are back!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Honestly!

Stamping his backside...

Hello.

Thank you.

We'll give you ration cards.

How long will you stay here?

We've come for the grape harvest.

after, we leave.

a new law forbids you to be nomads,

even with passbooks.

We never stay too long in one place.

Our life is the road.

Come, I'll show you something.

"The President of the French Republic

decrees

"article 1:

"The movement of nomads

is banned throughout France

"as long as the war lasts.

"Punishable by a prison sentence

of one to five years. "

This law forbids you to be nomads.

You'll be in danger

if you keep traveling.

You could be arrested.

- We must leave here.

- Stop!

We stay for the grape harvest.

We'll be trapped.

You must do as they say

or they'll put you in prison.

There's a war on.

- It's serious.

- It's your war.

We gypsies have never gone to war.

Chouroro!

Got him!

No!

We've caught Chouroro!

What's your name?

Chouroro!

Put him down, please.

Put him down!

Don't be afraid.

I'm here to help you.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Claude.

Claude what?

Ch?ant.

They say you're an orphan?

are your parents dead?

Yes.

Where did you live

before they found you?

With people.

They took you in?

Yes.

But there wasn't enough food for me.

They wanted to put me in a home.

I didn't want to go.

I won't go to a home!

You can stay here for now.

Then we'll see.

It's my uncle. Fernand.

Is this the young devil?

Well then...

I found these. Try them on.

No.

I don't like short pants.

I have these too.

Short pants too,

but you wear them at your age.

I wore short pants at your age,

so did Theo.

Is he going to be trouble?

Put your shoes on

and go to get wood for the stove.

Send him to the orphanage.

- He's scared of going there.

- Why? Has he been before?

I don't know.

You don't know who he is.

You don't know

what's he's been through.

You're taking a risk.

Good morning, children.

Good morning, Miss Lundi.

Sit down.

a lesson...

in morals.

Is it true the gypsies brought you?

My dad says

the gypsies steal children!

Leave me alone.

Quiet, that's enough now.

Pots and pans!

any pots to mend?

any pots to mend?

Pots and pans!

We don't need anything.

- any pots to mend?

- Lace!

any pots to mend?

Pots and pans!

Thread, scissors.

We don't need anything!

Madam, Italian lace.

We mend pots, we repair holes.

No holes in my pots!

Holes can hide sometimes.

Ladies and gentlemen, music for you.

Look... it's from Hungary.

Mr. Raisin!

- Buy a basket?

- No, I want hoop nets.

Hoop nets?

Tina...

Hello. We haven't seen you

since the war started.

Tools, sir?

You don't want to buy?

a motor car!

It's Pierre Pentecote!

Hello, Pierre.

Hi.

It's good to see a friend.

a glass!

a chair!

Where's the glass?

We can only offer you water.

Thank you.

It's okay, thank you.

Come here, pal.

- Still run that dance hall in Villers?

- Of course.

We'd like to play there again.

People just want

tangos and waltzes now.

We know songs from Russia,

Macedonia...

are the horses new?

all three are Spanish.

Spanish...

This village isn't like before.

Everyone has changed.

Pierre Pentecote

isn't a friend anymore.

He didn't come here just to say hello.

We'll wash the horse's paint off.

We'll make it old again

and no one will be able to accuse us.

Later, when we want to sell it,

we'll make it young again.

Pierre Pentecote had something in mind.

My brother,

we must dance with the snake.

Stop it!

Shut up!

Hello.

Come here.

Come closer.

What's your name?

Why?

Because my name is Miss Lundi.

I'm Tatane.

Can you read and write?

That's not for us.

What's she doing here?

She's come to steal our men.

Good morning, madam.

I work at the town hall.

I teach in St. amont too.

May your clothes tear

and may you grow old in good health.

The children must come to school.

They should learn to read and write.

all right.

How much will you pay for that?

What?

Pay them to learn?

With nothing in return,

our children stay here.

They have better to do.

Such as?

We don't leave our children.

They're always with us.

I'll do it. For an apple.

I like apples.

They're at the market in Villers.

It's the mare with the white foot.

Get a lead, Claude.

She took ill earlier.

She fell an hour ago

and only just got up.

I'll tether the stallion.

Careful, he's a mad one.

Come on, boy.

It's bad. I need hot water

and a bottle of oil!

I'll take her to the stable.

Young Claude, my bag.

Bring me my bag.

Her heartbeat's slow.

The green box in my bag.

- The horse, Theodore!

- Get back!

a ghost!

The mad horse!

Kako!

Dear God, what's wrong,

my girl, my sweet, my doll?

Tie the scarf tight!

Little doll, get up...

Stroke her ears.

Mandra, put an egg on it!

That's good.

Taloche, your egg.

This will do him good.

The cow dung will make him better.

Tie it tight.

Great Lord, great Christ,

great Virgin...

Help our dear friend to rise again.

She has helped a lot,

she must be rewarded for it.

What's going on?

Theodore?

What have you put on him?

It heals, Miss Lundi.

What is it?

It will heal him.

The horse has woken!

Great and beautiful God!

Let me eat your sh*t!

Chouroro.

What's this?

Theodore sent this.

By Saint Sarah!

The apple for Taloche!

Bread.

Pork fat.

Chavo, the knife.

For the children.

Thank him, by Saint Sarah.

He wants to know

what you put on the bite.

He mustn't remove it.

It will heal him.

Come here, Chouroro.

Tell him, if God wills it,

even a broom can fire a shot.

Well, what did they tell you?

They said that if God wills it,

even a rag can heal.

What?

No, that's not it.

They said that if God wills it,

even a ram...

no, even a broom can fire shots.

What are you talking about?

That's what they said.

Get up! Time for Miss Lundi!

Get up!

Cali!

Get up!

Come on!

Cali! Quick!

Hurry up!

Hello, Miss Lundi.

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