The Crazy Stranger

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F***!

I hate walking!

Screw it, I won't walk!

Hello. Saturday-on-High Village?

What do you want?Do you want this girl?

Musician?

Yes! Musician... Listen!

Bite the chain

No, bite the cock

Because on the chainYou break your teeth

The girl is stuck-up

When she sucks cock

She adds salt, pepperand French dressing

Lick my p*ssy!

Go home!

There's a curfew.You'll have problems!

May I die...

may I rot...

if I don't curse you tonight!

You sent my son to prison...

and you want me to lie down!

For us gypsies, there's no justice!

My son didn't do anything

to go to jail!

Screw your curfew!

May I die...

if I don't finish this bottle!

May I rot if I don't empty it!

Please!

F***!

Is this guy a godsend?

A saint sent him to me.

Come here, brother!

- Here, drink up!- No, thanks. I don't drink.

You have to drink!

This stuff is fire!

Here, take it back.

May you drop dead, may you die...

if you don't drink to the healthof my son, Adriani!

Take it easy! Okay, okay...

Do you know a place to sleep?

Take it easy! A hotel.

To sleep.

We're not going to sleep tonight!

Calm down!

I'm a poor father...

so unhappy...

Come on, it's snowing.

..that I'd go into mourning for water...

We can't sleep here.

Let the snow fall...

let it bury me,

so I no longer have to see gadjos.

I don't want to seeor smell gadjos any more!

Cut it out. Come on!

Stop drinking.

Are you a musician?

Are you a musician or not?

Don't you understand?

Musician.

Jesus, I'm in deep sh*t!

Listen.

It's a beautiful song.

There are songs like thateverywhere around here.

Is she from here? Nora Luca...

Do you know her?

I bite her.

God, what did I do to you

to sing so well?

I'm very intelligent

God, why have you abandoned me?

God, why have you left me?

My son...

Grandfather!

There's a great big gadjosleeping at our place!

A gadjo at our place?

He's very talland he's sleeping in your bed.

In my bed?

Yes. He's a crazy gadjo!

Where's the old guy, with the hat?

What's with this crazy guy?

He's out of it.

Look at him, he's a bum!

He brought me here to sleep.

An old guy.

An old guy... with a beard... a hat...

He's a bum.

I don't understand.

Maybe he's stolenfrom my brother's house.

What's there to steal?The fire in the chimney?

Whatever you do, don't go in there!

Maybe he's put a curse on the house

to bring us bad luck!

What's that gadjo doing here?

Thief!

His bag is full of chickens!

Chicken thief!

Can I have a coffee?

He got drunk last night in the squarewith the old gypsy.

He was in your bed.

He was two and a half meters tall!

A giant!

We didn't understand him.He had big teeth!

Why did you let him leave?

He's crazy!Why hold back someone crazy?

The crazy man's coming back!

Hello.

This is for you.

Thanks for the bed...

the house...

last night. Thank you.It was great.

He speaks Romans!

- Do you understand?- I'm from far away.

I'm looking for a singer.

You said I'd find her here.A singer. You told me yesterday.

I'm looking for the music.

Nora Luca, remember?I played it for you last night.

This is the man I found last night!

Nora Luca!

I know her!

She's my girlfriend!

Bring the glasses!Come in, my musicians.

Great!

His name's Stphane, my children...

I'm Izidor!

No thanks!

It hits hard!

Migraine...I can't. Migraine...

German? Belgian?

Not Belgian. French! Paris!

Great, Paris!

To Paris!

Go get Sabina. She speaks Belgian.

Come translate Belgian!

I went there with my husband.I've had it with Belgians!

Come on.

Get lost, or I'll insult your motherand hit you!

Can you hold this?

For me?

Not for you!Hold them out like this.

Like this...

Listen to this.

Nora Luca.

Do you know her?

No, do you know her?

Luck has sent him to me!

Understand?

Come translate what he says!

No way!

You'll be sorry!

Eat my p*ssy, dirty Belgian!

May your head swelland your cock shrink!

I'll punch you out!I'll headbutt you!

I'll kill you!

I'll f*** you, slut!

What? What's up?

Why is he taking off my clothes?

What's this for?

To shave? You want me to shave?That's nice!

I'll wash too.

Here are the shoes, Grandfather.

What do you want me to dowith just one?

Are we going to see Nora Luca?

What's your hang-up with her?

Will you show me Nora Luca?

Nora Luca!Yes, that's where we're going!

Great, mate!

This is my Frenchman!

Look how handsome he is!

Welcome to our village.

He doesn't speak Romanian,only gypsy.

How's your son, Radu?

Terrible. They beat him up...

- Take him to hospital.- Hospital is not for us Roms!

Jesus, here we go again!

This is my French friend.

He's from Paris.

He lives with us.

With you?

Yes, so he can learn gypsy.

Is Paris beautiful?

He doesn't speak Romanian.He only speaks gypsy!

He only has gypsy friends in Paris.

Oh, I kiss his heart and his head!

Look how handsome he is!

His back is straight.

Look at how he's put together!He's all pink.

May God give you healthand good luck, my son!

Here's to you!

Are there many gypsies in France?

Yes, a lot!

There are gypsy colonels, majors

and captains in the army!

There are lawyers

and state prosecutors!

There's no difference

between the two of them in France.

French people and gypsieslive in perfect harmony.

In France, no one calls gypsies thieves.

No one points the finger at themin France!

They travel where they wantin their houses on wheels.

They repair everything on Earth:

radios, televisions...

They make saucepans, wagons...

Everyone loves them,because on this Earth,

no one works as well as they do!

You should go there too.You and your whole family.

We'll go.

Children.

Good!

Great!

Great, mate!

Paris!

OM!

PSG!

Motherf***er!

My mother's an air hostess!

Le Pen!

Le Pen's a motherf***er!

Great, Izidor!

The women fixed them.

Great work!

Thanks.

Thanks for everything.

Don't leave!

I have to go. I can't stay.

I can't stay.

You have a beautiful house here!

I can't spend my whole life here!

I'm leaving.

Don't go, my son!

I can't stay!

I can't stay. I'm looking for the music!

Sit down.

Eat, my son.

There's enough for everyone!

Put it in your mouth!

Snow.

Water.

Bread.

Snow.

Polenta.

Fire.

Tree.

Money.

Tree. How do you say tree?

Him.

Me.

Boy.

Girl.

Lick her p*ssy.

You.

You ate today.

I ate food.

Eat my cock!

Eat my cock with polenta!

Hang on! I'll help you.

She bit me!

Do you like Manol's daughter?

She's a slut.

She left her husband in Belgium.

No one wants her anymore.She's a whore.

Kiss my ass, dirty Belgian!

The foreigner will takeour women and children!

Maybe he's a murderer!

A kidnapper!

Send him back to his country!

Where's that foreignerat your place from?

He's my Frenchman!

Can he speak Romans?

He's at my place so he can learn it.

He doesn't speak Romansor Romanian!

He's a thief!He's going to steal our chickens!

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