The Happiest Girl in the World Page #2

Both hair and clothes, I mean.

Can you turn to your left,

to see your profile?

The other way.

And now, turn to us.

And now smile.

Not like this, wider, heartfelt.

She's fine and we agreed

we don't need a model.

That's why we use normal people

and spend money on testimonials.

Yeah, she's okay.

Thanks, sweetie.

The only thing I don't like

is the crappy sandals.

- They won't be seen.

- That's okay then.

- You can go.

- Thank you very much.

We'll use her as she is now.

We're not ready yet... If you want

some tea or some mineral water...

- It's there.

- Thank you. You want something?

- No.

- We don't need anything.

Then you can go sit

in the makeup trailer.

- At the back?

- It's cooler, it's air conditioned.

- Thank you. Want to go there?

- Yeah.

They're so pretty...

God knows what these cost.

One of these pink or blue boxes alone

must cost 2-3 hundred thousand.

Tired?

Try and sleep a little.

Lack of sleep damages the brain.

Yeah...

What are you looking at?

It's pretty...

- What?

- The car. It's beautiful, it's big.

- Great! I'm glad you like it.

- Aren't you overdoing it a bit?

- Overdoing what?

- The sulking?

I'm fine.

- But why did Dad go with that Costel?

- Costel found somebody, so he says.

- I don't believe it, though.

- Found who?

A buyer, I don't know who.

We were supposed

to talk about that again...

We'll talk, if we have to, of course.

It won't be easy getting

someone to pay

the price Daddy wants,

don't you worry...

I'm not worried but,

damn it, it's not fair.

- Don't speak to me like that.

- Oh! You're sensitive!

I was thinking if I sold it next year

or in 2 years, it'd be the same.

No, it wouldn't,

it loses value. Like half.

Who told you that?

Dad said that if you drive it

even a day, it loses value.

A used car isn't worth

as much as a new one.

How much less?

One mil, two mil...? How much?

So, after two days it's free.

What do you mean?

I mean 50% in the first day,

another 50% the next day.

- There's nothing left. 100%.

- Fine, make fun of me.

- Listen, is it my car or not?

- Who says it's not yours?

- You two.

- Did I say anything like that?

Maybe your father,

but I doubt it.

Who decided to sell the car?

Who wants gas, a guesthouse,

to build another floor...? Me?

You never want anything.

If you're so

upset, I'll talk to Aurel...

Give me a break! You're always

going on about one thing or another,

this is good this is bad, I should

study Economics, now the car...

Don't talk to me

like a spoiled brat!

As if we hadn't slaved our lives

away for you...

Not everybody takes care

of their children like us.

Sacrifices, effort...

Doesn't everyone provide for their

children? Stop nagging me!

No one's nagging you. But in life,

one has to do the right thing,

not what you just feel like.

Spare me the proverbs.

Oh, you know it all.

Your brain will explode

from too much intelligence.

You're cheeky

and need a slap in the face!

You don't get to do only

what you please, life is hard.

You have

to do things you don't like.

- I don't have to.

- Have to what?

Sell it. If I like it,

why should you sell it?

You don't want to sell it,

then we won't.

We agreed on something.

We all said, Dad too...

that we'd sell it.

No one said anything, stop lying.

We said we'd talk again, we'd see...

We said we'll talk,

but we also said

we'll try to find a buyer for the car

and that if we did...

Isn't it for your own good?

Everything we do?

Give me a break

with the "for me" thing.

And, anyway, I'm not staying there.

I'm coming here, to college.

- Get in, then we'll see.

- I'll get in, don't you worry.

And after graduation?

Don't you need a place to stay?

Grandma Victoria's house,

if it doesn't work as a guesthouse...

you can live in it.

Didn't you hear me?

I'm never going back to you.

- Get it?

- You never know.

It doesn't ask for food but it

produces money.

Who?

- The guesthouse.

- And the car does?

Sweetie, a litre of gasoline

costs 41 thousand.

What will you do?

You don't have a place to keep it.

- I do.

- You have a garage? Where?

You don't need a garage to have a car.

You can keep it in a parking lot.

Right. For thieves to steal

and sell it to Germans in Germany.

You can hardly take care of yourself

and you want a car?

I don't understand...

It's a shame not to use such a

stroke of luck to improve our lives.

Life's short.

Dad explained it to you:

In two years,

if everything works out,

you can get any car you want

and when you graduate you'll come

and take care of everything.

Didn't you hear? I'm not coming back.

How many times do I have to say it?

That's fine.

But we'll miss you terribly.

But we'll send you

some of our earnings.

See? You only think about you two,

about how you'll make money.

- I said we'd send you money.

- You said how you'd make money.

- Forget it, I know you.

- You do?

And who took care of you?

I slaved and I stayed with your father

and you know how hard it was for me...

You picked him...

So missy can tell me now

that she wants to live in the capital,

that she doesn't want to live

in Geoagiu Bai anymore,

that Timisoara university

is beneath her.

Even those labels

were sent with our money,

if we're honest about who

deserves what.

What do you mean?

Who gave you the money

for the juice? We did...

I can't believe you're nagging me

about some crappy juice labels...

I'm about to slap you...

It wasn't easy raising you...

All the sacrifices we made

even for those juices.

And when your father got involved

with that stupid Nicoleta,

I didn't file for divorce

so you wouldn't suffer.

Give me a break. You should've

given me to the Social Services then!

You gave me money for those labels!

Super wonderfully splendid of you.

Exactly.

Isn't it normal...

Look at me!

Isn't it normal

for a child to help her mother

when the parents are in need?

Are they in need because of me?

Did I do anything to you?

It's not my fault.

Or is it? Tell me...

I never said I agreed,

I said I'd think about it.

Well, I have and I don't want to.

Look, I won't meddle any more.

Talk to your father

and work it out with him.

If you're not meddling, then don't.

Don't talk if you're not meddling...

That's it. I won't say a word.

Deal with your father.

Fine. Why are you talking

if it's none of your business?

I'll talk to Dad.

I just wanted to tell you

what I think is right

because you need to know

life isn't all fun and games.

- Hello.

- Who let you into my trailer?

Mr. Arvunescu told us to wait here

because it's cool. Sorry.

I'm sorry, but

I have some work to do

for about ten minutes.

Sorry, but there's nothing I can do.

God forbid! I'm leaving.

If you like, you can come back later.

Sit down and I'll redo

your makeup, since you're here.

So... she stays...

It's not nice to treat us this way.

We'll both be dead someday

and you'll regret all these fights.

- Right, you'll go straight to hell.

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