Gucha! (Guča!)

This is Gucha, the greatest trumpet festival in the world.

They say when you play here you become a man.

Winning the Golden Trumpet in Gucha is a dream for us trumpeters.

If you win, you go down in history.

That's why I have to be here!

Rocky my half-brother feels the same way.

My stepfather Sandokhan, pushes his own son...

...and has to choose between us.

The one who plays better...

...goes to Gucha as the first trumpet.

That's not me over there...

She took my darling away from me.

The girl on your shoulder isn't me.

Her hair is light, not dark as night...

This lace-up skirt of mine...

...is ready to be undone...

Hey gypsies, listen to Trandafilovich Satchmo's play, huh!

Sandokhan why did you go so quiet? See you in Gucha, redneck!

Of course, to kick your asses!

Friend, let's book The Tigers for one more Show...

No! This is it.

Don't be so quick to judge. -I'm not.

Gucha's starting, you know what that means to us.

If you win your price goes up! -See, you know everything.

Make a small exception.

Exceptions will be kicked out of the orchestra.

Romeo, if you change your mind you can always play here.

Is there any point? Should I jump in the water now?

Should I drown? The shame is living on after this.

If I can't play in front of a dozen people, why go to Gucha at all?

I've made it an easy choice for Sandokhan now.

Oh my Sun, shine on bright, warm the air, make me light.

Blow you wind, move the trees, and let the sun shine on her face.

Juliana!

Are you coming with me?

Her father will beat you up! He doesn't like gypsies.

Are you crazy, Romeo? -I'd be crazy not to go.

Let's go undercover, at least.

Hollywood's shaking, a new world's making

Satchmo's band plays a happy end!

I tremble with excitement.

Her beauty brought tears to my eyes.

It almost makes want to cry.

If I blow the trumpet now, I feel, I'll bum.

My people are watching. -They don't exist for me...

Don't you touch him Satchmo! -I'll kill him!

Don't Vladisho!

Gypsies, I'll burn you out! -Monkeys!

Strangle them like cats! -Come on redneck!

Not the bottle in the head motherfucker! -Why not?!

Oouch, you son of a bitch! -Here's another one!

My father will never let us kiss...

Nor love each other.

Your lips took the sin away from mine...

Play rubato like we said!

Let's go. In unison...

Don't come in late. I can hear everything...

Two, three, e...

Get out of here gypsy!

Shall I wait, or answer now?

Oh Sun, pass my sound to her once again

and let her hear the distant trumpet

of my longing heart...

Slower. Play down from the base.

Stop!

Are you listening to me?! -Let me get in the groove pa, please.

You can groove when this band is yours.

While it's still mine you'll listen to what I say.

That's not the style!

Which style? -Ours. The Tigers'.

What do you know about style? -More than you with that fucking ethno!

You're so primitive, you don't know what people like!

I know what they like. -Something new!

Did your dead father come to you in a dream, huh?

Cut it out you two! -I'll kill him!

Stop it! Only I have a say in this orchestra.

He wants to go to Gucha just because of that white slut of his!

I want to improve the style of the band, asshole!

Who's an asshole! Who?! -That's enough!

We are a traditional orchestral -We can take a photo of it.

Your old man was a good trumpeter it's true, but he was a freak.

He didn't play for money,. He meditated and died in poverty.

Do you want to end up the same?

I want a tombstone on his unmarked grave.

That's why I want to go to Gucha. To give my father a tombstone...

Don't you dare change anything in the band!

I'll rip your head off! Is it clear?! -Stop it!

I'll Kick you both out of the orchestral

Hey! Come on, calm down. -Rocky you always cause a fight.

Let's eat. -So, what kind of men are we, le-le...?

And you nigger, you're supporting him, are you?!

Women make some more coffee; can't work just like that.

Get your hands off the cakes. -One more table first, man, c'mon.

Hey huh, kid!

Let me go! I'll call my mama! -Do you want me to chop your arms off?

People, let me help too. -Maybe in another life...

We need to find you a husband to bring this kid up, sis!

This is Armstrong's golden trumpet, it's worth 50 thousand dollars.

Please, sorry about the kid, brother.

What to perform with in Gucha, sis?

Get away from the table if you don't want to be grilled!

Don't even think of it, Ljubisha! -Sis, let's taste those cakes of yours.

If they're as good as they look... -Don't spare me...

Kick the lamb away... -Not the coffee Gypsy!

I want Gypsy to be prepared for grilling. -That's what I said too, pa!

What are you laughing at? Take off that sunglasses, faggot!

I've never tried it but they say black meat is sweeter than white.

It is. I've tried it!

Vladisho!

No, Vladisho!

Don't you touch a single hair of his fleece.

I'm completely soaked...

Some lamb will be eaten anyhow. -Will be silenced...

Oh Romeo, Romeo, why are you a Romani?

How can the black heart and the white, beat as one?

I hate my face. I'd tear it apart if it was drawn!

Am I not worthy even though I'm black? -You're the greatest man in the world.

Does God see that from above? -Her father is a real asshole!

But he plays like a genius. -So what? You play better.

You really think so?

You'll show him who you are in Gucha.

Gucha will not be easy. I may not even go.

Rocky frightened the Tigers into thinking he should go to Gucha.

Sandokhan will make the right decision. You'll see...

Sandokhan may be fair, but it doesn't mean his decision will be.

When he is in trouble, he thinks only of himself...

Easy, you're hurting me more than those peasants!

Ma, what kind of muesli is this?

I promise with all my Tigers these rednecks will pay in Gucha!

All because of Romeo, and you're still favouring him.

Don't make me fall kid!

Lying television... -Get off me kid!

They all lie... -Go out and play...

Move that shit out, Ma! Smoke bothers me! I'm an athlete!

I want everyone to clean up after themselves.

Listen to my wife. She's not a slave here!

Like we are animals! What will the neighbours think of us...

And we respect women...

I'm not favouring anyone! -You let him play over me.

I'm a democrat. -There's no democracy in a band.

That's for me to decide. You played badly. -Can't you see I'm hurt?!

I can win. Just let me be the first trumpet.

When you've earned it.

We're so close to gold, pa. I have my people there...

Romeo's not of our blood. He has a pussy's name.

If you were his father he would never have that name.

I should inherit The Tigers. -The World belongs to younger...

If you prove yourself...

Hello people, what's up? -Come up to us, sherry...

Oh mighty brother! Did you change your mind?

What about? -Performing on my boat, hey...

Boss you know he can't. -Sandokhan won't let us.

Why not? -Rules. Can't spoil the image of the band.

How do you know?

I know a lot about music.

By my side, by my side, my woman isn't by my side...

Romeo, think hard about it! You must obey the band's rules.

I need it...

How much can I make? -A lot of money..

I need it for my dad's tombstone...

If it wasn't for my role model the great Louis Armstrong

whose trumpet guides me on my way to death

and whose nickname reminds me not to stray from his path

we wouldn't be here, today, my friends. -That's right! Yeah!

Amen! Cheers!

The roast is on its way...

What's up with you? Put it down!

Dear friends, here is Gypsy!

What's wrong with her? -She fell in love with a gypsy!

Areal one? -Black as an African!

Gypsy...

Let me ask you Vladisho if you'd change your mind...

and give your daughter to the darky, if he beats you...

and wins the Golden Trumpet?

Of course I would chief, if he outplays me!

He will; once in a blue moon!

Armstrong was a black man too. Do you think I am a racist?!

Dalton, play a stronger third. Take it to the "bridge".

You two, what do you think?!

Sandokhan listens but he didn't hear.

Your breath is the trumpet. When you blow through the pipe

you flow out of the other end. Like an emotion flowing

from deep inside of you to become a tone.

Like my father used to say: when breath dies, a tone is born.

Where are you going? Sit down!

Gucha is going to start soon, and I haven't tuned up the band.

Trandafiloviches will blow us away. Why aren't you helping me?

I can only help you as the first trumpet. -I'm not satisfied with your playing.

I play better than Rocky does. -That's what you say. I can't hear.

Trandafilovich has a lot of breath.

Either you have it or you don't, The truth is in the tone you produce.

Your breath, that's who you are. -Who said that?

My idol.

The band is what's important. Not me, or you, nobody...

Practice the trumpet, and we'll see.

Your idol taught you wrong.

Life begins with a breath and ends with a sigh.

Everything in between I just technique.

To deny it, I broke the rule and played with another band that night.

To earn money and build a monument to the trumpet player.