Zobar.
l'm going to Galicia with you,
all right?
No, brother Bubulia.
Go and find my people.
Give this to my sister.
Take it, brother Bubulia.
l give it to you.
Let's drink to our farewell.
What is this, brother?
Are you going to die?
Goodbye. When you get enough of
loving, you'll come back. Let's drink!
Go now. Go.
My son...
Forgive me.
- Are you Luiku Zobar?
- Yes.
You're under arrest.
Put your hands on your head.
Stand up.
Just a second, you haven't paid.
All right,
you can keep my horse till l return.
Good enough.
Offer my respects to the young lady
and give her the dress.
Yes, sir.
A gift for you from my master.
Get up please, my dear.
Come on, rise!
Will you give me your daughter,
Danilo?
l'll pay. l'll give you whatever you
want.
Only rich men buy and sell everything,
from pigs to their own souls.
You insolent nobody!
Why do you have dealings with
a nobody like me, your honour?
l'm sorry, soldier, l didn't mean
to offend you or your daughter.
Old habits die hard.
l came to you, Gypsy,
with my respect. And you?
Where's your generosity, soldier?
l have no generosity, my Lord,
l have nothing.
l have only my daughter, Rada.
Nothing else!
Listen to me, my Lord,
l do have a favour to ask you.
Whatever you want.
Anything?
- Anything.
- You swear?
l swear.
l want Bucha to put on the dress.
Go on, Bucha, put it on!
l'm sorry, my Lord.
Come to my house tomorrow.
l invite you all. We will talk.
Here, soldier. lt will come handy.
My name is Antal Siladi.
Bucha, go return his money.
Quickly!
Why?
Get out of my sight!
Excuse me for my audacity, my Lord.
You seem to be a kind and good man.
Don't come here again,
stay away from these people.
You can see that they only
know how to speak with knives.
My son, Almighty God has commanded
us to work for the salvation of souls.
But it is not here on earth that
the sinner may find his redemption.
My son, you've eaten the bread of the
outlaw and drunk the wine of stealing.
Do you know, Father,
how delicious stolen wine tastes?
Who are you?
A devil or simply a foolish child?
l am Zobar.
The greatest horse thief
in the world, Father.
ls there anything more you'd like
to say?
l wish l could bid farewell
to my people.
Stroke my horses and spit on them
to protect myself from the evil eye.
l wish l had a little
of that stolen wine to drink.
May God in heaven
save his soul.
And the body too, Father.
Pray to the Lord to save me and l'll
bring you the best horse in the world.
- Shall l open up?
- Yes, do it.
Greetings, brother Balint!
l've come to get the money
you owe us, sir.
lf you'll forgive my intrusion.
That l owe you?
That's right, your honour.
An old debt,
brother Balint, very old.
You're no brother to me, remember it.
Don't get angry.
Zobar's gone away
and he sent me for the money.
l was not dealing with you, and
l'm not going to settle it with you.
Why are you so rude, brother Balint?
You should've asked me into your
house, offered me some wine.
lt's no time to be drinking wine.
You know, brother Balint,
unless you pay up, l'll take
the horses back.
l can easily sell them to Rumanians
or Guzuls across the river.
Perhaps you can even lose some
of your own. That's the man l am.
Go on, take them.
Oh, what a mistake, my Lord!
There they are, my darlings.
One, two, three,
four, five, six.
There you are, my sweethearts!
l'm gonna get married now,
with a dowry like this.
My lovelies!
Let's go home.
There you are...
Come along...
What are you doing, sons of a...
Keep him hidden, and tonight
throw him in the Tisza.
Aren't you glad to see me?
Good day, Gypsies.
An honoured guest is always
welcome here.
Welcome, my Lord.
Good people!
l speak to you as to my peers.
My conscience is clear
before God and you.
Let Rada marry me.
l'll share all with you, everything
l own!
l'm very rich, Danilo.
Why don't you say something, old men?
Speak, daughter, what's