The Happiest Girl in the World Page #5

I like the car

and I want to keep it.

Delia, don't start again

or we'll get into a fight.

- A really bad one.

- What is it?

Nothing. I'm talking to her now.

I told her. I like the car too,

but that's life.

I explained it clearly.

In life, you don't

always do what you want.

I've told her

that we make efforts for her,

that we've toiled

our whole lives

for her to have enough to eat.

- Do you know what she said?

- What?

- That she doesn't care.

- It's that so?

That she doesn't give

a sh*t about our problems,

because they're nothing to do

with her. That's what she said.

- Did you say that?

- That's not true.

I said I won the car

and I can do as I please with it

and that if she has problems,

it's not because of me.

And what did I say?

I didn't say I don't give a sh*t.

I said I'm not to blame.

And what does it mean?

It's not a matter of blame.

You know we're having a hard time.

Problems at work, my diabetes...

Mama works on a teacher's wage.

- That's exactly what I told her.

- Right.

And now we have the chance -the

certainty- of solving all our problems

and living better when we're old.

I know, but I...

Listen to me

without getting upset.

- Will you?

- Yes.

If we sell the car,

as we've decided, we can, one,

make that boarding house

and make some real money

and, two, help you

through college. True?

- No.

- What do you mean, no?

Thing is...

I want to keep the car because...

Wait, don't rush in like a...

Tell me if it's true

what I've said so far.

Okay, it's true.

If you keep the car,

what will you do with it?

You drive it.

And how does that benefit you?

I'm asking you.

How does that benefit you?

Answer me, because

I'm a gentleman, not some idiot.

- Okay...

- Tell me...

I don't know...

Does the car buy you bread or meat?

Does it help you through college?

- Does it buy you clothes?

- Or school supplies?

- Those are very expensive, too.

- No, but I'll manage.

- I'll get a scholarship.

- How can you manage, Delia?

Without our help,

you'll starve to death.

That's my business.

I'll get a scholarship.

To get a scholarship,

don't you have to be a student

and pay for accommodation and so on?

- Then I'll get a job.

- Where?

I'll find something,

a part-time job, and I'll manage.

- And if you don't?

- She'll manage...

If I don't manage,

I'll see then what I can do.

- I'd sell the car.

- You see?

Lt'll come to this anyway.

Except, if you sell it,

I don't know, half a year from now,

it'll be less valuable.

That's what I told her,

it could be half the price.

You tell her.

She wouldn't listen to me.

Woman, please.

Can't you see I'm talking to her?

- I'm minding my own business...

- No, you're not.

You just poke your nose

into other people's business!

I only said

that I'd told her that.

Don't tell me

what you've told her.

It's my turn to talk to her.

Just forget it.

Why are you yelling at me

in front of strangers?

- Everybody's watching us.

- Nobody's watching.

- The hell they are! Lord forgive me!

- You're yelling at me and I only...

Cut the sh*t and shut the f*** up!

You're f***ing killing me!

- You're killing us both.

- Go on, swear. That's all you know.

- Shut up! - You drink like a pig

and swear like a Gypsy!

Delia, this is how it is.

We're going to sell the car

and set up the boarding house

like we agreed.

I've even thought of a name.

"Delia". The "Delia" boarding

house. Isn't it pretty?

- Tell me, do you like it?

- I don't know. Why my name?

- It's a very pretty name.

- I don't know. What does grandma say?

What if she doesn't give you the

house to do what you want with?

What? Doesn't she want to live

better, too?

I don't think she'll agree

to all this stuff with her house.

She's old and set in her ways.

- She won't agree to it.

- She will.

It's good for her too,

because we'll be there more often.

So she won't die alone,

the poor thing.

If she doesn't, good riddance.

We've done things her way so long,

now it's our turn.

- That's right.

- What should we do?

Sit at home, starving on our little

salaries? When we were struck by luck

and could all live

much better? Her too...

After one year,

we'll recoup the investment

and a year after that we'll have

at least 10-12 thousand euros.

At least. Do you know

how much Chira in Rapolt makes?

- No.

- Guess.

- I don't know.

- 15 thousand.

And her courtyard

is smaller than ours.

But her house is huge.

It is, but that area

isn't as beautiful as ours.

- Tell me.

- Tell you what?

- Am I right or not?

- Now you're changing the subject.

I won the car

and I want to keep it and drive it.

I was talking to Cornelia about

going to the seaside. In my car.

How, if you don't even have a license?

I'll have it by then.

You talk nonsense.

Who'll pay for your driving lessons

and the exam?

It's not free, nothing ever is.

- It costs a bomb.

- Shut up.

Tell me, how will you pay

for your driving lessons?

- I don't know, I'll borrow.

- You'll borrow...

And then you'll repay it...

Don't be as stubborn as a mule.

As a what, then?

Just don't be stubborn,

that's all I'm saying.

How much less

will it be worth by next year?

The car?

I don't know,

Minimum, I mean.

You'd barely sell it for 6 thousand.

Then I'll keep it

for a year and then we'll sell it.

Wasted money, and for nothing...

And you don't even know

you'll be able to sell it.

People want new cars,

there's so much progress.

Nobody wants

an old piece of junk, Delia.

- It's not junk after just one year!

- Really?

If you sell it tomorrow,

it's already second-hand.

That's it,

we'll sell it second-hand.

So at least I get to keep it

for a year.

Another thing.

A Logan's not a girl's car.

See how big it is?

If it were a Volkswagen or a Fiat,

I wouldn't have said a thing.

- But I like it.

- Ready to shoot.

- Coming.

- Hurry, we're losing the light.

Sir, I have something

to discuss with my daughter.

She'll come,

it's not like she'll run away.

- Look, sign it.

- No. I don't want to.

Please, let's go.

You can talk later.

Can't you see I'm talking

with my daughter?

Yes, but the light's fading.

- Please...

- I'm going.

She's cheeky.

Why do you butt in?

If you'd let me talk to her,

the problem would be solved already.

I'm her mother,

I have the right to talk to her.

Give me a break.

When I talk to her,

don't go butting in like an idiot.

Let her be!

Get in the car!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the happiest

girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Cut!

Girlie, in school,

do they teach you Romanian?

Yes...

Are you familiar with the word

"happy"?

- Yes.

- Then be happy, for Christ's sake!

What's so complicated?

In the words of a great living

writer, "f*** off, motherfuckers!"

Pay attention, please.

Leave her alone

to see how it is.

I was just telling her

to pay attention.

Don't tell her anything.

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