The Happiest Girl in the World

So, how do you feel?

Does it hurt?

Delia!

No... It doesn't.

It's... everywhere.

We'll stop at a gas station

so you can go to the bathroom.

- What do you say?

- Fine.

We have to stop anyway...

I think we're almost there, right?

Yeah.

And I'll fill up the water bottle.

The windscreen's covered

with dead flies.

THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

Take it.

Be careful not to crease it.

Are we there yet?

Here sweetie, take a sip

and you'll feel better.

- Leave me alone. You know I hate it!

- Take it!

Is it really sweet at least?

Use saccharine.

What do I stir it with?

Lt'll do you good.

I've been through this, I know better.

Give it back to me.

You have to get better, sweetie.

You're so pale.

Look, it's empty!

How often do I have to tell you

not to slam the damn door?

Sorry!

Careful where you stand.

Who knows who's been here!

No, I'm standing on these.

- Feeling better?

- A little.

It's the excitement and your feet,

because you don't wear socks.

It'll harm your ovaries.

It's that crappy car.

The smell makes me sick.

It has nothing to do with the smell.

It stinks of gasoline and whatever

you use... stain remover.

You felt exactly

the same last month too.

This is a cross we bear.

We're women and that's it.

But everything falls into place

after giving birth.

You'll see when you grow up.

Take it.

But it's the last one.

Take those.

I will.

Look how creased it is!

Like I'd never ironed it!

Let's see.

Do this.

You look great, baby.

How elegant we look! Ready?

Yes.

Let's go.

I should clean up the plate...

They'll fine you for nothing.

You should get dressed.

What are you doing?

Let go of the spray can.

- Are we late?

- Yeah. Let's go, Delia.

- Can we make another little stop?

- Patience!

- What's the time? Half past...?

- Twenty to...

We don't have much time left.

Are you sick again?

A little.

We can't stop, Delia.

We're late.

We'll stop on our way back.

- Are you excited? Because I am.

- What do you think?

I was just asking,

I didn't hit you with the ax.

No, I'm not.

Was it so hard to answer?

Well, I've answered.

Don't pull away so fast...

And... we're here.

- You can't park here.

- Where can we go?

Go around to the other side

of the building.

Just a sec,

let me out.

There's so many of them!

Of who? People?

- This is serious business!

- We'll see about that...

You never know

with them Bucharest people...

This is a slaughterhouse!

They say there's

and over 1 million in transit,

every day.

Careful not to scratch that one!

Well, I'll go meet Costel.

- Didn't you say he'd come here?

- I don't know.

He said in front of the statues,

over there.

We'll see what he has to say.

You're just leaving us here?!

What should I do?

Keep you company?!

At least take us there to see

what's going on, what's to be done.

Okay... Let's go.

Shall I go faster?

- Close the door.

- Okay.

Let's go!

Silence!

Roll camera!

Rolling...

And action!

Who do you think

is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Constantin Manea from Calarasi

which means... it's mine.

Go away, please...

We're filming here.

- We have business here, too.

- And... cut!

- You? Extras?

- We're with her.

Any problem?

- I can handle it.

- I'm her mother.

We spoke with Mr. Arvunescu

on the phone, he's expecting us.

Right. What's the name?

- Delia Fratila.

- Fratila...

- Let's do another one! Fast!

- Just a bit...

Wait a sec, please.

Hey! Yo! Sir...

Livelier, Mr. Manea! Joyfully!

Attention! Roll camera...

- Nice to meet you, madam, miss...

- Action!

I'm lulian Arvunescu,

we talked on the phone. Welcome.

This is my daughter, Delia

and my husband...

Let's see...

Gabi! Gaaabiii!

Viorel, come here.

Get Gabi

here right away.

She's in the trailer.

I'll call her.

No, leave her there and take this

pretty young lady to her.

- Shall I go too?

- No need to. It's crowded in there.

Go sit over there,

in the shade.

- Okay...

- I'm leaving.

Break a leg!

You're a big girl now. Bye.

Come, let's go.

Who do you think

is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Constantin Manea

...from Calarasi

which means... it's mine.

More, more, yeah...

- Do you want some water or a coffee?

- No, thanks.

Okay...

Gabi! I've brought somebody else.

This is Delia. Delia, this is Gabi.

Good afternoon.

Great timing!

- I was about to go on set.

- Leave it, he's a guy...

Start with her and,

if needs be, you can stop.

Great!

Teach me how to do make-up.

The guy sweats like a sponge

and there's no-one to powder him.

I'll radio you.

Keep it on...

OK, baby doll, sit there.

Be still.

- What's this on your face?

- Well...

Foundation.

Did you put something underneath,

like a cream or something...?

- No.

- That's not good, dear.

This foundation attracts the dirt

and it gets into the pores.

You don't care now,

but in ten years,

you'll be full of black dots.

I'll shampoo you

to get rid of the hair spray.

Did no one tell you not to come with

make-up on? Without hair spray?

- No...

- Of course. Who cares?

I think I should ask my mother.

So as not to upset her.

Never mind that. You'll see

how pretty you'll look. Like J. Lo.

- Do you have water in your eyes?

- No.

Listen, out of curiosity...

How many labels did you send?

- Oh... three.

- No way! I don't believe it!

Yes.

You're lucky.

The guy they're filming right now

sent one thousand.

- But I heard it was a fix.

- I don't know...

A fix. Some arrangement...

I don't know.

Easy, easy... Sit on the chair.

Don't leave the door open... the cold

air gets out. There's a heatwave.

Sit over there, if you want.

She washed her hair this morning

and I arranged it a bit.

You'll like it.

She'll look gorgeous.

Look, honey, Mr. Arvunescu

gave me this. Your lines.

There's not much.

It's not what they sent me.

He told me just now

to give it to you.

Leave her,

she'll have lots of time later.

Then I'll go see

if anything needs doing.

I don't want to be in your way.

Be still, doll,

you'll have plenty of time later.

Who do you think

is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Manea Constantin from Calarasi,

which means... it's mine.

And... stop! Thanks, great!

A bit livelier.

"Which means... it's mine"...

You've just won a car.

- Okay...

- And drink faster.

When you say "it's mine" you

already have your hand on the bottle.

Let's go! We can do it.

Let's introduce you to the agency.

- Okay.

- Roll camera...

Miss Delia Fratila.

We need your approval

for the make-up and the clothes.

Adrian Mihai, brand manager for apple,

orange juice and stewed fruits.

- Congratulations.

- The ladies are from the agency.

This gentleman is the client.

He came up with the competition.

Not me, our company.

I didn't do it all by myself...

But this is the most rewarding

part of the job.

- Which part?

- Helping people in need. Really.

Hadn't noticed

you were such a philanthropist.

Careful you don't see my

misanthropic side.

I think it's okay.

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