01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

C'mon baby, you got this!

Get 'em, Beast!

Get 'em, Beast, get 'em!

All on Beast.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Go! Go!

That's it! Come on, Beast!

Go, Beast!

- What's up?

- Come, there's a job to do.

INFAMY

You drive. I'm still hung over.

I don't have a license.

Perfect. They can't take it.

Careful, you'll dry your brain out.

By the way,

why are we selling the trailer?

Got a house.

Not ours.

Everything's coming up roses, Gita.

Pretty, right?

f*cking dope.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

God, it's beautiful!

I'm so glad this worked out.

Me too. Where should we park it?

Uh, there?

There, by the trees.

f*cking moron.

That's some place you've chosen.

It won't be easy.

That spot really resonated with me.

Is it bad? Should I move it?

No, no problem.

Gita, let's let it f*cking rip.

Your wish is my command, boss.

Floor it!

Yeah, that's the stuff!

Perfect place to die.

It's all there.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Hmm.

- Now, is there another set of keys?

- Sorry?

Is there another set of keys?

- Are you asking 'cause we're Roma?

- What?

You know that was r*cist, right?

- No!

- Why would I have a second set?

r*cist?

I'm not a r*cist.

God forbid!

Once I even had

a boyfriend on the darker side.

Mmm. That's r*cist too. Come on.

Hey, hey, Dad.

Give it to me.

Goodbye!

You can't touch the money.

- You know that.

- I know it.

Step on it.

- Why don't I drive you to school, huh?

- No way!

Put on the skirt.

Gita, you have to.

So that Stefan and them

see you dress properly.

- You have to.

- Really Dad? On my bike?

Come on!

What?

Give it.

For a croissant.

And don't worry.

Good morning.

Good morning to you.

- Where's her skirt?

- On a bike?

It could get caught

in the chain or the spokes, right?

I'm not so sure.

- Slow down.

- At all!

Take this to the car.

Now, you play nicely. Don't run with that!

Changing schools

can be very stressful,

let alone moving to a different country.

Please give a warm welcome

to our newest student,

Gita Burano from Wales.

I think it's wonderful

to have her perspective in our class.

Gita, welcome to our community.

I hope that all of us

will benefit from it.

Mmm, thank you for your kind welcome.

I'm very happy to be back

in the country of my ancestors.

Uh, Gita, please sit over there.

Why don't we welcome Gita, huh?

All right, everyone,

the subject of today's lesson

is vocabulary and syntax.

Write it down in your notebooks.

Kamil, stop staring at her.

Okay, okay. It's sending.

Cherry! Shh.

Cherry! Cherry.

She didn't turn off her phone?

TAGAR WANTS TO FOLLOW YOU

Gita.

This isn't Wales. We don't use

cell phones in class here, all right?

Sorry, ma'am.

Does anyone know

what syntax is? Hmm?

G.I.T.A. ACCEPTED YOUR REQUES

Are you watching what I'm doing?

Yeah, yeah, of course. Sorry.

TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.

HEY RAPPER:)

Nah, it's cool.

Look at sh*t on your phone. Whatever.

Why are you on my case?

I stopped, okay? I said sorry.

It'll heal

before the next fight, baby.

- This was her last time.

- The dough?

She doesn't want to fight.

- Did she tell you that?

- See how she looks at me?

Oh, sweetie.

Come on.

Go on, pee.

TAGAR LIKES YOUR PICTURE

TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.

WHEN SHOULD WE MAKE BEATS?

G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR

MY DAD WILL k*ll YOU

Hey!

TAGAR TO: G.I.T.A.

I WON'T LET HIM

We just wanted to express

our sincere condolences,

that you left Wales for this sh*t-pile.

Thanks.

But cheer up, 'cause we'll show you

the best time

that Biała Góra has to offer you.

There's a party at my boyfriend Mikołaj's.

You're invited.

He's a college student.

They'll have booze.

Mmm, thanks,

but I dunno if my parents will let me go.

Uh, what are you, five?

Figure it out.

Bye!

- Beast, hey!

- Help me!

Beast!

f*cking dog lover.

She didn't mean to!

She's afraid of those poles! I'm sorry!

Hello? Good morning. Come!

Beast!

I'm reporting an accident. Yes.

Come on. Please. Come.

Come here.

Tagar?

Grandpa, I need you to hide Beast.

Tagar!

Hey.

Please, Grandpa.

Tagar, come sit with us.

Uh, no, no.

I told you that dog

would get you into trouble.

Grandpa!

Careful with her muzzle, okay?

Okay, okay.

What should I do if she wants out?

Uh, I'll come back

to get her as soon as I can.

- Don't walk her on your own.

- All right. You should hide somewhere.

- Thanks again.

- Be safe.

- What do you think?

- Nothing.

What "nothing"?

This is absolutely nothing.

The font. I'd change the font.

You know, make it a little more artistic.

But why change it if it's good?

Legible writing, famous faces

What's the problem?

What crap am I looking at?

The poster for my band in New York.

This is Biała Góra, son.

Not America.

Hey, Dad, can we talk?

What next?

You don't like the repertoire either?

It's been feeding us for 20 years.

And you two don't like it.

- Daddy.

- One sec.

I love our music.

I play it, don't I?

I dunno, Gita knows the trends.

Let her have a say.

No! It's perfect.

I'm not performing in that.

You gotta be kidding me.

Sure you will.

See you tonight at the rehearsal.

She'll perform.

I think it's great.

If it's so great,

then haul your a*s to the printer.

They'll get Gita to sing, believe me.

I swear.

A family band in those costumes?

Mom, please tell me it's a joke.

We live together, so we work together.

Well, I don't think

children should be working.

Oh, what a lady.

Tell me, Gita, when did you

get to be such a smart-aleck?

Get out of here before I lose my patience.

God help us.

It's all because of that school.

I'm sorry.

Where have you been all night?

Did you play?

Did you play again for money?

Why don't you play a new game, Lala?

Let's play something else.

Mommy and Daddy.

What's that girl saying?

Her name is Lala, Grandma.

I'm sure I'll remember that eventually.

- Pour Grandma a little more?

- There's hope for you.

Gita wants a drink too.

- I need to get some groceries.

- What for?

Something that hasn't been k*lled?

She's vegetarian?

She'll eat chicken. Chicken isn't meat.

Give her

a plate of onions and garlic.

Let her eat what she wants!

Hey, Mom. I'm gonna take out the trash,

then study, okay?

All right. But the rehearsal is

at 9:00 tonight.

Oh, I'll be there.

Such a well-behaved girl, isn't she?

Filthy people.

All right.

Let's do this.

Come on!

I told you she wouldn't come.

She's too worldly and well-traveled.

Exactly.

- She doesn't mingle with small-towners.

- Cherry

Whoa!

Miss Worldwide is here! All right.

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming.

Hey, babes. This is Gita.

She's our new recruit.

Let's all give her a welcome!

Git, Git, Git! Come on!

- Git! Git! Git!

- Yeah!

Gita came to us from Wales,

so please don't embarrass yourselves.

- Thank you.

- Hey, where's Wales at?

In the UK, moron!

Let me introduce you to my friend.

Welcome to my crib.

Excuse me, time to pass the hat.

Good evening, girls.

Eliza?

Can you lend me a 20?

- What do we say?

- Thank you.

Now your turn.

- This is my last 10.

- Your last 10!

- Cough it up, Kapuściński.

- Can't it be next week?

Kapuściński, come on!

To pay for the Czech.

Ooh!

Ooh! Pizza! Pizza!

Hold this for me!

- Hey, man.

- Hi.

Thanks, Ułi. Do you mind?

Hey, don't let that gypsy in here.

Dog-eater!

I guess some Roma are better than others.

Interesting.

What What was that?

Who knows?

Hey, let's eat!

What's wrong with gypsies?

What's wrong with them?

Here we go.

They're slobs,

thieves,

d*adbeats.

And they breed like rabbits.

Should I go on?

Nah, I'm good.

Got gypsies in Wales?

We do.

We like to keep them in camps

and burn them in ovens.

Pleasant and practical.

Yeah? You're kinda dark.

Mikołaj

I bet your dad's

an English construction worker

who got lonely and banged an exotic chic.

'Cause I don't think that's a tan.

Sorry, hon. I'm just teasing you.

Where's your mom from?

From Brazil.

That's cool.

Girl, go f*cking do something.

Be nice, okay?

I'm always nice.

Where exactly in Brazil did you say?

I'm from Wales.

Right, cool.

So then exactly where is your mom from?

São Paulo.

Hell yeah.

The hottest babes are Brazilian.

Shut your trap, Kapuściński.

No, I'm serious.

Black girls either have thick asses

or they get implants, yeah?

- You shouldn't say sh*t like that!

- Y'all know it's true!

I think it's just

a cultural decision for them.

It doesn't f*cking matter!

All right.

Mikołaj.

I was just saying

In the UK, if you're r*cist,

it means you must have a small c*ck.

Damn, girl!

- Game over.

- Nailed that.

Yeah, she's cool.

Mouthy, though.

Is my c*ck small?

Tagar!

Hey, Tagar, Ułi's looking for you.

The police are

looking for a Romani's dog.

f*ck!

Watch out, man. They're coming for you.

Thanks, Ułi.

Tagar, come home now!

I don't have a home.

Hey, come back!

Where you going, Tagar?

Our local specialty. Czech.

And why "Czech"?

That's where it's from.

- Hey, I spent the money.

- No!

You kidding? You got any bills?

Bet these two have never

snorted with a queen before!

With the queen!

Let's all give a proper welcome

to the queen!

- Oh, lovely!

- Can I have some?

- Okay.

- Go ahead.

Just to make it even.

- No way.

- Maybe not the best idea?

Oh? Like you wouldn't do that?

Uh

I like the symmetry.

Yeah, but not trigonometry though.

Well done.

You messed it up. I need another one.

Okay, get lost.

Come here.

Come on.

Coffee with milk.

The perfect combination.

Get the f*ck off.

Feels like there's

something wonderful ahead of us.

f*ck' A.

I mean it.

Show me.

Ah!

This one.

Oh, f*ck it.

G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR

PHOTO SEN

So got a boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

There's just a guy.

Mm-hmm.

A friend.

Oh, a friend!

Mmm, that's what my mom

always calls Mikołaj.

Every single time! It's Um

Hi there.

I'm having fun.

So am I.

Hey, hey, maybe not here, yeah?

Maybe here, yeah?

Hey there.

A shot will cheer you up.

How do you say "cheers"

in Portuguese? Huh?

Hola, señorita!

BRAZIL

f*ck!

f*cking liar.

A COUNTRY IN SOUTH AMERICA

WITH AN AREA OF 8.5 MILLION KM².

MOM: INCOMING CALL

f*ck!

MOM TO: G.I.T.A.

REHEARSAL HAS STARTED.

THEY'RE WAITING FOR YOU!

Lookin' for something?

My bag?

Gita, don't go!

We're playing Brazilian rap for you!

Gita?

Tagar? What a mindfuck. Why are you here?

I'm from here.

Here?

I have no f*cking clue where I am.

Shh. Come here.

Here. Come on.

I called a cab for you.

No. No, I can't take a taxi.

- I'm gonna puke.

- Hey.

My heart is pounding like crazy right now.

Or maybe it's Maybe I'm going crazy?

Hey, hey, hey. You're okay, relax.

- It'll be okay, all right?

- My hands are shaking.

Mmm.

I like how that feels.

Wow!

Check out those stars.

When I was little,

I thought that stars were these, like

These burning spiders.

- They're farts, not spiders.

- What?

They're farts.

"ba*ls of gas burning

billions of miles away."

I loved that movie.

Come here.

Drink some water, okay?

- f*ck, it's that dog-lover.

- You got eagle eyes, man.

- We've got the b*stard.

- We got him.

- Come on! Let's get him!

- Hey, go call everyone!

Shout if you feel nauseous, miss.

I'll pull over.

Upholstery cleaning costs 400.

I look at my photos.

Choose one. Tap.

Delete. Delete gypsies.

Bye-bye, past. Delete!

This one, too.

What are you doing?

Where have you been?

- I just went out for a sec!

- Jesus.

You can't be a tr*mp like this.

You're a Romani girl.

- Be quiet! Quiet!

- Oh, Romani girl!

Come here.

Gita!

Nobody can see you like this.

Go inside.

Inside, now!

Inside!

Hypocrite.

In Wales, you were like everyone else,

but here, you follow all the rules!

What in God's name were you thinking?

You can just do what you want

and disappear?

Whose is this?

- A friend's.

- A friend's?

A friend's.

- Isn't it good I'm making new friends?

- Oh yeah, great.

You're grounded for a week.

No No anything.

Really?

I'm grounded?

In nine months I'm gonna be 18.

- For now you live under my roof!

- Uncle Stefan's roof!

You're grounded for two weeks.

Is that all you've got?

Okay, grounded for a month!

Do you want me to keep going?

A month?

Why not ground me

for the rest of my life, huh?

Your husband will.

What makes you think

I'm getting a husband?

Why don't you go ask your father?

Gladly!

Gita!

Don't go in there!

g*dd*mn it

Stop!

Where the f*ck is that kid

with the damn cables, huh?

Who, Tagar?

I'm not gonna go look for him now.

Dad.

Oh!

- Gita.

- About time.

Come, sing with us.

What do you like to sing?

Rap.

- She's joking.

- I'd like to listen to that rap.

She just came in

to say goodnight to everyone.

Yes! To my loving parents and uncles.

Very nice.

Nice young lady. Well-behaved.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm, Dad.

I have my own life plans.

Mom wanted me

to clarify that with you, so, um

- Clarified.

- That's enough.

Ah, plans! What plans

could a Romani girl your age have, huh?

Rap, school, life.

It's simple.

- Whatever I want!

- I said enough!

- You're grounded.

- Grounded.

Grounded, grounded.

- Gentlemen, let's play!

- Grounded.

You better hide

all those, uh, knives and, uh, pills,

'cause there's a lot of them around here.

Oh! I saw this in a movie once.

A hairdryer and bathtub.

f*cking crazy!

- Go upstairs!

- Gita, now!

I dunno what got into her.

She's spoiled, Marko.

You need to get her under control.

Or I'll have to call

Chanelle from Radom and marry her off.

And you won't pay off your debts

and will face infamy.

- Yeah, I know.

- You know sh*t!

If you want to ride a wild horse,

you have to break it.

Can you break her?

You better lay down

and remember to cover your head.

- Come on!

- Go, go!

Out of the way!

Wait, wait!

- f*cking let me at him!

- That's for your dog!

Leave the old man! He's okay.

Come here quickly. They're attacking.

f*cking gypsy.

Should I bite you, scumbag?

What's up, you f*cking dog?

Can you talk? Huh?

Bark for me!

Do it!

Kick his face in!

- Tagar!

- Hey!

Get the f*ck out! Off-limits, greaseball!

Greaseball?

Hey, the gypsies are here!

Tagar!

- Officers, why're you just standing there?

- Let's get out of here.

- They kicked the sh*t out of him!

- Shut it. He started it!

f*ck.

Gerard, calm down. Calm the f*ck down.

- Let's go.

- Tagar.

Sorry

This is the guy they beat up.

Take him away.

I got him.

- Where are you taking him?

- He started a fight.

He got beaten up for his dog.

- Move back. Move back, I said!

- Got him.

Get in.

Calm down.

ANOTHER BRAWL WITH GYPSIES

- Easy! Get up.

- Take him.

- Got him. Take him away.

- Get up!

- I got him.

- What the f*ck?

Oh. The baby's thirsty again.

What's wrong? Couldn't sleep?

You seen this?

Yeah, I saw it on the news.

Poles always beat us up.

The dog guy got hurt real bad.

Being Romani in Poland is dangerous.

G.I.T.A. TO: TAGAR

TAGAR, ARE YOU OKAY?

It's good you're going

to the Czech Republic with your husband.

He'll protect you.

And you can smoke marijuana there.

It's legal.

What? I'm not going to the Czech Republic.

Are you stupid or just pretending?

They sold the trailer

to afford your wedding.

I'm surprised they're even

letting you go to school.

Arrive-f*cking-derci!