The Crazy Stranger Page #2

He's my good luck!

- What good luck?- Luck sent him to me!

He's a bandit!

That's not true!

He came to stay with usto study Romans!

Send him back to Germany!

Send him away!

He's not leaving!

He's my Frenchman!

A letter for your grandfather.

"I received your letter.

"I'm very happy to hear newsof my brother, Radu.

"There are a lot of gypsies

"in this jail.

"The director lets us play our music.

"The judge said I'll get outin six months.

"How are my daughter and my father

"and my brothers?

Adriani."

They locked up my son, Adriani...

for six months.

Because for us Roms,there's no justice.

May God bring yougood luck and health, my brothers!

Long life to your children!

It's just a little bit of gold,that's all.

My daughter's getting married.

She's as beautiful as Miss Universe!

I heard that you're good musicians.

We're great musicians!

How much do you want?

Give me something to eatand some money.

Six million?

That's a lot, Uncle!

You won't find musicians like usanywhere else on Earth!

It's a deal, Uncle.

This is my Frenchman.

He's staying with usso I can teach him Romans.

I'd like to invite youto my daughter's wedding.

How do you feel?

I have a fever...

Look how the gadjosmassacred my son!

They made a hole in the wallto get in.

They took my son, Adriani,because they thought he was a thief.

They beat him up and took him to jail.

You have to take himto the hospital immediately!

I'll go see the police.

I know the prosecutor.

I'll get your son out ofjail!

Come with your double bass!

I'm entrusting my daughters to you.

The youngest is a virgin, you know it.

Here's the virginity certificatefrom the doctor.

If she doesn't return a virgin,

I'll cut your head off.

Cut the crap.We're going to be late!

Shut up, slut!

Bring her back home whole!

Great, mate!

Listen.

I taught him Romans.

I'm his teacher.

Are we going to see Nora Luca?

Maybe!

Great.

Great, mate. We'll see.

What are you after?

You're not taking my daughter!

My daughter's not leaving her family!

I'm not giving you my daughter,

the apple of my eye,blood of my blood!

Get the hell out of here!

All of you, get the f*** out of here!

Go home.

If you come any closer, I'll kill you.

May God bring you good luck,son-in-law!

Long life, father-in-law.

Do you think he can work for us?

Yes.

Sweet-talk him, Sami.

Did you find your singer?

How are you?

So did you find her?

No, I didn't.

You went all over Romania!

Why are you here?

- This is my place.- Your place?

Pretty classy!

Where's my Frenchman?

Tell him I'm after a singercalled Nora Luca.

He doesn't get it.

Ask him.

- Why are you looking for her?- I have to!

He knows a singer called Milanwho knows lots of singers.

Maybe he knows her.

- Can we go see him?- I'll take you. It's on my way.

- I know all the greatest musicians!- You don't get it!

Sorry.

You dance great.

Really?

You speak French?

How come?

Because.

I...

in Belgium...

dancing...

You went to Belgium?

Alone?

With your husband?

Dancing.

He stayed there?

I don't understand.

Stphane. And you?

Sabina.

The road to Dana?

Go straight ahead then turn right.Do you have a cigarette?

- Show me the tape.- What tape?

Your tape of Nora Luca.

Is anything written on the box?

There's no box.

Ask the guy who sold it to you.

It belonged to my father.

For Milan. We can't go empty-handed.

Stay here. He's gone to get him.

What's going on?

What's with Izidor?

The doctor won't come here to treat us.

- What's wrong?- My father's dead.

What's with Izidor?

Milan, the singer, is dead.

Why did you leave?

You shouldn't have left like that,oh, my brother!

My brother...

Where's Izidor?

Gone to see his son in jail.

May the worms eat you!I told you already.

Get lost!

Get lost!

I'm working!

He's a f*ggot.

You're crazy!May you be eaten by madness!

You're totally crazy!

Hold this.

Let go.

What are you going to do with that?

Hang on.

Look at this.

Thanks.

Aren't you ashamed of yourselffor cleaning my house?

Everyone's laughing at you!You're always doing dumb things!

Why did you do it?

- It's not good?- No!

Hang on.

Sherban, come here!

Hold this.

Lower.

That's my father singing!

It's my dead father's music!

My father's music is coming outof the newspaper!

Keep turning, Sherban.

F***, that's weird!

It's beautiful.

Go for it, my daughter!

Touch your p*ssy. It brings good luck!

You lost, sucker!

I'm going to win!

What are you doing?

A letter from Paris.

- A letter from Adriani?- It's for Stphane!

You have a letter from France!

Stphane, take your letter from Franceand eat my balls!

Keep playing.

Did you get bad news?

It's a letter from my mother.

- Sabina, what was it?- A letter from his mother.

Does he have brothers and sisters?

A little brother.

That's all?

Women in France have one baby,two at the most!

Look at my beautiful car!

Great, mate!

May God protect your car!

Stphane, will you take us to Paris?

Sure, let's go to France!To the Champs-Elyses,

then we'll eat at Fouquet's

and we'll visit the Eiffel Tower.

F***ing carburetor!

Why did it stop?

A problem.

Carburetor!

But we have to go!

The carburetor's broken.Can you fix it?

Long live Franceand the Bois de Boulogne!

The Bois de Boulogne?

Why the Bois de Boulogne?

France!

The Bois de Boulogne. If you only knew!

Nothing.

- She's incredible!- It's not f***ed!

That singer must be somewhere!

What's with this singer?

She lives here, you see?Here.

All over... and here.

Especially here, inside.

It's not funny.

No, it's not funny.

It's true!

Here too?

Cut it out.I don't believe it!

- Here too?- No, not there.

- And here?- Stop it! Sabina, it's not funny.

Goddamn useless car!

You're f***ed!

I'm not f***ed, it's the clutch.

No wonder it breaks down.It cost nothing!

What's with this Nora Luca?

There are other singersas strong as fire.

It was my father's favorite song.

He was very sick.He always listened to this song. Get it?

My father loved music.He was a traveler.

He couldn't stay still.He went all over

and brought back tapes and recordings.

I didn't see much of him.

Your father?

Did he leave?

He died.

In Syria.

With the nomads.

Do you have a house of your ownin Paris?

Yes, it's my mother's house.

The cymbalo, over here.

The child prodigy, next to him.

The kid there...

in the middle.

Near the microphone.

Order some drinks.

Drinks for everyone.

Tell them I'll make a signwhen it's time to start.

Sabina, don't talk. I'm recording!

Don't talk. Let's start again.

When she wants.

It's a winter tale about Urza,

who, in his anger, killed his brother.

His anger passedand he realized he had ruined his life

for a fleeting moment.

He ran away, hiding himselffrom the sky and the light.

Wherever he went, he heard the echo:

"What did you do this winter?"

He met the beautiful virgin, Zambilla.

She fell in love with him.

Her father opposed their loveand locked her up.

In despair,the criminal let himself be caught.

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