"STARRING" "Can you walk over here?" "Oh!" "It's Boss." "SCREENPLAY" "MUSIC" "You fuck face!" "DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY" "DIRECTED BY LUKASZ PALKOWSKl" "Watch where you're running' cocksucker..." "PRESERVE" "...ONE WEEK BEFORE" "Damn it..." "Hi, baby." "Do you realise how much my father paid for that carpet?" "Take it easy, it will wash." "Will you wipe it off!" "?" "Ok, ok." "What's wrong?" "It's not about the carpet, is it?" "My first photo in a paper." "And the last one too." "Is there a Problem?" "Have you any idea what my dad has gone through today because of that picture of yours?" "Really?" "Really!" "Pack your stuff!" "You don't live here anymore!" "No, no, I won't come down on the rent." "I can't." "But if you're saying you're a photographer, then I may have a little job for you." "What kind?" "This tenement, y'know," "I inherited only in April, but no ones ever looked after anything here for 60 years." "And all these hoodlums do nothing but litter," "Puke and make a goddamn mess." "But the renovation is on my shoulders of course." "A renovation wouldn't hurt." "So, I'd like you to make a thorough documentation, meaning - pictures, to take for the conservator to see." "The walls, pictures of them falling apart, y'know, all that pigsty." "And all that riffraff, these boozers, by the way." "With such material, well, I'd have something to fight for." "Well!" "Then, you can live here three months for free." "How about five?" "Hey, that's what I like, a haggler." "Three, and not a while longer." "Well, here's your keys, and here you've got a number, you call, and they will set up your phone." "Ok, so I will get going." "Have a nice stay." "Hello?" "No, we've agreed you'd come exactly at nine o'clock." "Yes, I'm in front of my place." "Of course, yes." "You're joking, right?" "Sure, Shsh... it!" "No, not about you." "Gentlemen, be careful, It's an antique supposedly." "Mister, I need something to sleep on." "Hello!" "Your old lady's an antique!" "Fuck you, little prick, you, fucking hell, I will fucking call the police," "I will tell everyone." "Shit!" "To get you, you wanker!" "Sucker!" "Enough?" "Thank you very much." "Let's fuck your ugly ass ass ass ass ass ass Hanka." "And a big nail in your pussy!" "Got a light?" "Excuse me?" "Whoa, nice ignition boy." "So?" "Seven years?" "What seven years?" "Well... of bad luck." "You're moving in?" "Yep, just now." "To 33?" "How do you know, ma'am?" "Whoa, ma'am!" "Why, do I look that old?" "Well, no." "I'm Hanka." "Hanka B." "B?" "Yeah." "B." "So?" "Thirty-three?" "Yes, thirty-three." "Come on!" "Come on, wh... what's all this for." "What do you mean what for?" "I'm always the first to way... wave." "You?" "You wave?" "You..." "So, you mean you wave?" "You were waving all right..." "Come on, come on home already." "Your ass!" "That's what you waved!" "Come here, will you!" "I will sit right here." "I will be sitting here." "What did you show?" "What was it you showed?" "What I showed!" "?" "Inside." "Prick, you fucking prick!" "Watch, fuck, I don't have another one, like this..." "Are you dumb or crazy - jumping on the tram" "On a tram, such a cram, just like that, he got on" "No use talking, too much pride" "On a tram, dragged a piano right inside" "On a tram, such a cram, he got on." "On a tram, such a cram, just like that, he got on" "No use talking, too much pride" "On a tram, pushed a piano right inside" "On a tram, such a cram, he got on" "Guys!" "Guys, that's my bed." "Wait a second people, calm down." "I will play you something else." "Better watch out as the boys from Wet Street are coming" "And they will have this joint rocking like a ship" "But you will be lying quietly under the table" "Cause you didn't like to listen to the boys from Wet Street." "Ok, thank you guys, drink to my health." "All the best, merry Christmas and success, mister Boss..." "So, darling..." "We will meet on Tuesday in Szklarska." "The session will be a smash, you will see and, for sure, you won't regret." "And you must have spent half your life under the boss' desk!" "Call me." "Hello..." "Ok, fucker, now you won't weasel out of this!" "Marek?" "Shmarek." "Fuck!" "Let the fuck go of me!" "Have you got a screw loose, shit... we've known each other since childhood and you're treating me like this, you fuck?" "I'm sorry mate, I couldn't do anything about it." "You couldn't do anything about screwing my fiancée?" "Jesus, you can't even come up with a decent excuse." "Have I told you that she threw me out recently?" "So you had stayed with her?" "Oh, man!" "I don't know how to apologise to you." "And what are you apologising for, you dummy?" "No ones ever done me a bigger favour." "How come?" "Shit come!" "You nincompoop." "Thanks to you I moved out of that shit hole, broke free from a money-draining bitch, came to Warsaw and now I'm making serious dough, get it?" "What were you doing in the editorial office?" "I was looking for a job." "I'm a photographer." "What are you mumbling?" "You're a photographer?" "Mate, I'm a publisher, I organise photo sessions, out of town preferably." "I even have my own small gallery." "I'm only establishing myself, modestly." "And I shag models in quantities I won't ever be able to repay you for." "All right then, write your contact details here, on the electro-diary and good uncle Marek will call soon." "So don't despair, don't cry, you will get a job." "I will take care of it." "Ready?" "OK." "Hey, Boss." "Can I snap a photo of you?" "How do you mean?" "What?" "For nothing?" "Then in the papers it will say were drinking and everything, huh?" "All right... maybe some other time." "Mister!" "Mister!" "Take it out of your ears!" "Yes?" "And what are you doing here?" "Um, photos." "And what for?" "Well, I was asked to make a documentation of this tenement." "I moved in yesterday." "Very good." "Finally someone will see what it's like to live here, goddamn..." "Give it!" "What!" "?" "Bitch!" "Shiiiit..." "Watch this!" "Can you aid me with some glass of vodka?" "Why not?" "And do you have such resources?" "Yep, I have resources, no problem." "Morning' mister Boss" "Good morning." "Well, well!" "Boss!" "Ah, hello." "So, how's the bed doing?" "It was heavy, that's for sure..." "But you drank to my health." "Ah, well... you see Boss, we're a tiny little bit short." "You could lend us a fiver for a bottle, maybe?" "Guess I will always be in good health, then." "God will repay you!" "In whatever Boss... wants." "Fetch a bottle!" "." "One, two?" "Two!" "." "A crossword?" "For you?" "Good morning." "Wyborcza, please." "What is a homosexual, three letters?" "Neither fairy, nor queer fit..." "Gay." "All right!" "GAY fits." "What do you want?" "I'd like Wyborcza, and also Gala, Glamour, Claudia, Focus and Naj." "Your woman sure is greedy." "Excuse me?" "There's no Wyborcza." "Out of stock." "Find some small change, will you, I will have nothing left because of you." "...UCK" "Good morning Mr. Romek." "What's so good about it?" "Well, your eyes sure seem... tired." "The whole nights and days driving." "Mr. Romek, tell me, who's that neighbour, the one you saved from being raped?" "People say it's Hanka." "The one who runs the hairdressers." "No wonder." "The bimbo walks around, swinging her ass." "I'm not surprised men go out of their minds... when she's Provoking them like that." "I didn't save anybody from being raped." "Why do you believe in all that people say?" "The whole block is talking about it..." "Give me the fags and the newspaper, then." "Ah, the usual." "Got a fag?" "I don't smoke." "But you had a lighter?" "Well, yes." "Ok, then keep carrying it maybe." "I often don't have one." "Why, the others here don't smoke?" "Everybody here smokes." "Then maybe I will be the exception?" "You are anyway." "Buttered buns, piano and oysters, and the neighbourhood, y'know, is not too pleasant." "Seems all right to me." "You're really sweet." "Thanks..." "You can drop in if you ever feel like it." "To my shop!" "Got a hairdressers at the corner." "And there's discounts for the neighbours." "So you gentlemen are wiremen too?" "Can we come in?" "Yeah, yeah, please." "What's this about?" "If I order plumbers it will be you guys again?" "No." "In that case - only Marian." "Where do you want this socket?" "Um, I don't know, where are they usually mounted?" "In a wall." "And this?" "What?" "This hole." "Now the neighbours will be able to peek at me." "Then lute it." "Terrific." "How much?" "You give us thirty and were square." "Good afternoon." "Just a sec." "Go on, dog, move." "Here, take a glance." "I will do that later." "How much?" "Take a glance I'm telling you, I've adjusted a couple of them for you." "What do you mean adjusted?" "The light, you know." "Did I ask you to adjust anything?" "I develop them by hand, you know." "There, I zoomed it a tad for you, and here" " I cut the bottom a bit." "And what did it look like before, my way?" "Here." "Well... better." "And this?" "That one's mine." "I also took a few at that time." "It must have got mixed up with yours." "You're flooding me!" "How come?" "Normally." "With water." "But I'm only entering!" "But your bathrooms still inside, right?" "Wait a sec." "Right, please, come in." "See?" "It's dry." "Yeah, right." "Dry." "It's damp." "It's not." "So is it true you saved that Hanka from some sort of rape?" "No." "And is it true you're making a pass at her?" "No." "There you go." "And that Rysiek of hers, he already can't wait to get his hands on you." "What Rysiek?" "If I were you, I wouldn't use the bath for now." "See ya." "Why don't you give me some menthol ones, so you will have it easier to give me my change." "And you live here?" "Yes, since yesterday." "I will tell you something secretly." "That Romek." "He was a copper once." "And he'd seen his share of corpses." "Then his wife died, he took to drink, started to act strangely, and they say he lately had Esperal implanted... for some woman from the other side of the Vistula." "But I really don't care." "Are you from 33?" "Yes." "Where did hear this?" "I know everything." "And that hairdressers on the corner?" "Is it good?" "I will tell you secretly, It's a cover-up." "Yeah?" "For what?" "For a brothel." "Just don't go over there." "They will cut your hair unevenly and overcharge you." "Will you be putting that Wyborcza aside for me?" "All right." "Thank you very much." "Sorry for banging the hammer, but I've just moved in..." "Hi." "Can I take a bath at your place?" " Hey?" " Yes?" "What are all these naked chicks for?" "What is this?" "Your spank material, or what?" "No, I'm a photographer, you know." "Yeah?" "Really?" "I'm sorry..." "And when such a skirt lets you take a picture, then afterwards... what?" "Well, you know, they are professionals." "Kinda like whores, right?" "And what kind of stuff do you have?" "These I actually took with a Leica, but you you're not an expert, are you?" "And for showing her gear, how much does a chick get?" "You know, usually more than me." "No way!" "Then there's good cash out of it." "Just think..." "You show your pussy 500, tit 200, armpit 50... right?" "Interesting, huh?" "Wonder how much you get for the mug alone?" "Maybe you'd like something to drink?" "Hey..." "Don't even think of coming' in there with that..." "Stuff..." "Who's there?" "I'm looking for Hanka." "Is she there?" "No." "There's nobody here at all!" "You better not be lying, mate." "Oh, it's Rysiek, he recently got out of the can." "He's camping at my Place a little." "Want a fag?" "I've got them this time." "You know what?" "I will get going or that moron will intrude other neighbours looking for me." "Thanks for the bath." "And watch out with those chicks!" "Listen, you told me you live in Prague." "Since recently." "Good." "I need a photo report from Prague." "But not like all those I've seen." "Like what, then?" "Well, there's no given subject." "I've got loads of snapshots by all those half-baked student-photographers." "All of them go snapping in nowadays." "And I need pictures like, like..." "fuck, I need different ones." "Get the drift?" "Yeah, yeah." "OK." "So it's up to you what you will make of it." "But you better do good, cause I recommended you." "So, if you fuck it up, they will rip my head off." "Then, I will rip off yours." "And then you are sure to remain jobless." "Hurry up." "See ya." "Excuse me, may I?" "Yes, help yourself." "Thank you." "It's him." "He stole my camera." "What about the papers to that camera?" "What papers?" "With the serial number." "It needs to be checked if it's not stolen." "But it was stolen - from me!" "By that little punk." "Without it there's nothing I can do." "Do you know that kid?" "No." "I mean, yes." "Earlier he broke my wardrobe mirror." "Ah, he stole it from your flat." "No." "He broke my mirror when I was moving in here, and stole the camera in the street, when I was taking pictures." "I put it down for a while to move some dustbin..." "So he found it almost." "Excuse me?" "Nothing." "What?" "Tourists again?" "50 euro for the show." "The gentlemen wish to be mugged and stranded here." "Hello!" "." "Get her to the phone." "Who's this?" "I'm asking you kindly, get her here." "Give her the phone right now, do you hear?" "What's this about?" "Shit, if you don't get me that whore I will come over in no time." "You will see." "What whore?" "Get that, that... to the phone, if you could..." "Wrong number man!" "Shit." "Yes, hi mate." "No, no, no." "I'm up." "What?" "You've arranged it?" "Well, I don't know how to thank you mate." "Ok, ok, the day after tomorrow, same place." "Thanks." "Bye." "Oh for fucks sake!" "You wanker..." "little!" "Have you seen that redheaded punk?" "Naughty looking face?" "No." "And do you have Wyborcza for me?" "Looks like I somehow forgot to put it aside." "Why are you so unkind to me?" "Did I do anything to you, or what?" "No... you're not flooding MY flat." "So that Cab shit driver came here to tell on me, didn't he?" "You better leave Mr. Romek alone." "He's the straightest person here." "And you should better watch out" " that Hanka's ass trigger is getting ready for you." "But that's not my business." "Boss..." "Bring water, water, water!" "What's going on here?" "I'm drawing." "For the art class." "And did you have to put fire to the dustbin?" "It wasn't me!" "." "Come here quickly!" "The teacher said you weren't going on a class trip." "But you gave her the money, didn't you?" "Yes, but she said she didn't want any more trouble with you and that you will be transferred to a different class for a week." "And she told me I'd go if I behaved well." "Old bitch!" "Come, come on home." "Hi, lend me a fucking fiver..." "Sorry Boss, no change..." "Oh..." "Sorry" "The store robbery was on Wednesday, right?" "If she had cheated on him on Tuesday, then on Wednesday she could have been on the lookout at the corner." "Get it?" "Whoa!" "Hell, you are right." "And now fucking focus." "If you cheated on a guy, wouldn't you know Wednesday or Tuesday?" "But was it morning or evening?" "Jesus, Kryska!" "And that's what that lawyer-bitch was picking at." "Real bitch." "Kefir Please." "Cute, isn't he?" "Young..." "And what are we fucking hunchbacks, or what?" "It will be on tick." "Ok, Halina?" "It's good we came, it's starting in a while." "So, well have a quick puff first, huh?" "Kefir and two hamburgers please." "You see them?" "It's the same everyday, always the same hour." "Just before the serial." "They guzzle a quick one and turn on the TV." "But I asked for hamburgers..." "They've been lying here a week or so." "And this things unplugged at night." "And how long have these been lying here?" "Shorter!" " Excuse me..." " Come, come... missy..." "So, sonny, you're going to get an "A" at school." "Oh!" "It's Boss!" "You fuck face!" "Watch where you're running' cocksucker..." "So it's you?" "Thank you so much..." "What are you thanking me for?" "Thank you for everything." "Everything." "He used to tell me a lot about you." "About how you met, how you lent him your camera and taught him how to take pictures." "Excuse me?" "Well, at first I thought you were, you know, some paedophile or what." "And you are such a good man." "You are his only friend." "Because he doesn't really have friends here." "Only thieves live here, growing up only to become hooligans and robbers." "And you showed him something different, something... and he really admires you." "You know, he even started improving at school." "And for those pictures he took, he got an A, probably his first ever." "Good, good..." "So?" "Is this more or less what you wanted?" "Well, in the photos... yeah, very good." "But snap me some more scandals and the like." "Pictures of them boozing, brawling or something, y'know." "I think I even have a couple." "Wait a minute!" "What's this for?" "The conservators not dealing with scandals, is he?" "And why are you so nosey, huh?" "I'm only asking." "I need it for my mum." "You see mate, I bloody grew up here in this dump." "And then I made some good money, so I moved out." "Was I supposed to leave myself and my whole family stuck in here?" "Among these bums?" "Oh, I know this place all too bloody well." "It's just my mother, you know women - hopelessly sentimental." "Aren't you missing it?" "What?" "I mean, aren't you homesick if you grew up here?" "Give me a break." "All right, got to go." "If anything comes up, call me." "And I will take those snapshots." "Pack them up, will you." "The conservator has to figure out the renovation costs." "Ah, and fit in that glass." "How can you live with it like that?" "If I didn't know you I'd bet you're a local." "My secretary's away, you know, I don't even have the time to grab a bite." "She went to Jurata, with her fiancé." "To inhale some iodine." "Show me what you got." "Here." "Couldn't you burn a CD?" "No, I get them developed in an old shop." "Where do you live - in a cave?" "And?" "And crap." "What do you mean crap?" "Crap, crap, crap." "It's a full depiction of Prague." "A complete synthesis, man." "I'm not an expert, mate, but I know what needs to be shown." "And it sure ain't this." "What do you want, then?" "People." "Show me People, not bricks." "Here you are!" "Here's people, and here." "There, see for yourself." "Halt!" "Listen." "It's supposed to be in Wyborcza." "In the Centrefold." "You know I can't show them such garbage." "It's empty as a shell." "You've got one more week." "Get down to it, or you will be picking cucumbers for the Germans." "Cucumbers..." "Get down to work!" "Earlier, it was simple." "The boys a hooligan, that's it." "But now, every second kid in the yard has ADHD." "Some epidemic or what?" "Oh, such a nice one of you." "It shows, really shows you're real pals." "And my Grzesio, like all boys has to misbehave a bit." "Break a window sometimes." "Right." "So, maybe I could borrow these photos?" "I'd like to show them to someone." "The boy's got talent." "Sure." "He already got an A for them." "But, you haven't finished your tea." "No, no." "Thanks a lot." "You know what?" "Maybe I could leave you the photos and you'd just lend me the film." "All right?" "Ok." "Here you are." "Take some cookies too." "Homemade." "You're too kind." "Thank you." "Good evening." "We'd politely like to ask what the time is." "Unfortunately I don't have a watch." "Sorry." "Check on your phone." "Well, It's nine p. m." "Nice gizmo." "Wieslaw, paste the gentleman." "Put the baking down if you please." "Enough with the fucking courtesy." "What are you guys doing?" "Oh, Hanka?" "Hi." "What are you shit heads doing?" "Well, what the fuck do you think?" "What?" "You're ripping off my neighbour?" "Get the fuck out!" "Shit!" "Hanka!" "I will give you shit!" "Or I will get Rysiek here, pronto." "Hey!" "Give the loot back." "We didn't take nothing." "Thirty-three, did they take anything?" "No." "They only wanted the time." "Whoa, the time." "Watches..." "You're out of your fucking mind." "Rysiek!" "Now that's fucking unfair." "All right, already." "And apologise to my neighbour." "Were sorry... no offence, right?" "Are you OK?" "Thanks." "Want one?" "No." "Want a cookie?" "Where from?" "I stole them." "Grab the bucket..." "Here." "It's quite nice of you." "Excuse me?" "I mean - nice you're collecting the kids photos." "What do you mean?" "They're not yours, are they?" "Well, no." "So, I'm saying It's nice that you're collecting them for him while he's in hospital." "How did you know they were his?" "He's been coming here all week." "He got a discount at once." "I also brought his film." "You've no card, but I know who this is for, right?" "Excellent Photos." "I showed the kid a few tricks, cause, well, how could he know." "Are these copies for the school?" "Yes." "I mean no." "I'd like to show them to a few people." "I'd like to help the boy somehow." "Enrol him in a course, or something." "Do you know some photography circle, maybe?" "No." "Why spoil the talent?" "He better stick to what he's doing now." "He's got a hell of an eye." "Why litter his head with theories?" "It will be two hundred all together... with a discount all together..." "Thanks." "Sorry..." "Good bye." "When may he wake up?" "In his state - could be any minute." "I wouldn't be surprised if he was listening now, little shit." "You don't like him for some reason?" "He lives next to me, so I know what kind of a brat he is." "The worst hooligan in the neighbourhood." "All the other kids refuse to play with him." "He's the worst." "And his mother's no better." "She's been fired the third time this year." "She handles the register in a supermarket, but the takings are never ok..." "This sort of mummy." "It will just take a minute..." "I haven't called for anyone for my window." "No, it's this other thing..." "What thing?" "You see, the problem is that, that..." "Did you have to tell the head office that we took money?" "Ah, so that's the thing." "You punched a hole over my door, connected me to a wrong phone number and took money for that, although you weren't supposed to." "So?" "They kicked us out." "So?" "So if you could call the, the..." "The head office." "...and tell them the cash was for something else." "All right." "But you're going to fit a new window, patch up that hole, then it will be true you took the money for something else." "Oh, and the wardrobe mirror too." "For thirty zloty!" "?" "Well do all that." "Just not now." "When?" "Well just fetch our tools." "You want it today?" "Before evening." "On the right, uh-huh, that yellow one." "There's ten Percent of extract in it, and malt as well." "Nah." "No thanks." "What's with the extract?" "You've got such a royal palate, or what?" "Check him out, aristocrat!" "My friends allergic, and I have poor sight." "Then I've no beer for you." "Good bye." "Lousy service." "For you?" "Do you have pickled cucumbers?" "Yes, and they're fresh." "I will take a couple." "And a bottle." "Which one?" "That one." "To your health Boss!" "What happened?" "Nothing." "He beat you?" "No, I fucking bumped on the doorframe." "Fuck." "Wait." "Come on." "Come on - where?" "My place." "I will rinse your face." "I'm okay." "After all, what sort of man are you if you don't batter your woman sometimes?" "What's this?" "Vodka." "What?" "You're very persuasive." "We have to call the cops." "No." "Why not?" "Because not!" "I will call." "No." "OK, I'm not meddling." "They'd lock him up right away." "He's on parole." "The whole glass?" "Don't be such a milquetoast from over the Vistula." "Shit, I'm all fucking dirty." "Take it off." "Turn around then." "Go on..." "So, start talking." "What?" "You sure ain't a pro-drinker, and I caught you with a bottle." "What's the occasion?" "This." "It's about the photos, but shsh... don't jinx it." "Ah, it's about those naked chicks?" "No, it's not that." "I got a prestigious assignment for photos of Prague." "Whoa!" "Will I be there?" "Well see, well see." "Wardrobe!" "Fuck!" "We've brought the tools." "Oh, I forgot." "Are we to come in, or not?" "OK, we're sorry." "Well come at noon tomorrow." "Yeah, tomorrow's just fine." "So, see you tomorrow." "Hey, that Roman, the taxi driver." "They say he saved you from a rape or something, huh?" "What?" "So it isn't true after all..." "Who told you this nonsense?" "The newsstand lady." "Old bag." "He used to be a copper, y'know?" "Rysiek?" "No, Roman." "There was some sort of an accident and Roman got fired." "So now he's all mysterious." "He still acts like a cop and sniffs 'round all the time." "Neat, huh?" "Some guy was calling me." "What did he want?" "You." "Me?" "How's that?" "Did he say get me Mrs. Hanna?" "No, a bit differently." "You're wriggling like an eel." "What did he say?" "He said..." "He said..." "Get that, that whore to the phone..." "So?" "You immediately thought it must be me?" "No... no..." "Forget it..." "Will you take a picture of me?" "Sorry?" "Like that." "Like those on the wall." "So?" "Are we pals?" "I don't know." "So, what's your name?" "Grzesio, and yours?" "Marcin." "I collected your photos." "And?" "Are they cool?" "Cool... first-rate." "The boozers- excellent." "The camera's ruined." "Yeah." "Mum may not have the money to buy a new one." "That's why I brought you this one." "Thanks." "It was my first one." "I got it for my eleventh birthday, and honestly," "I don't think I've ever taken better photos than then." "And I'm twelve." "Listen, when you get well, maybe we could snap a couple together, huh?" "Cool." "Even have this idea." "We'd make a series of Prague's St. Mary's." "But, that's sort of dumb, isn't it?" "They're all the same." "One's enough." "What then?" "You've got a better idea?" "Uh-huh." "We could set traps and snap chicks as they fall." "Big-boobied chicks." "Like my PE teacher." "Here..." "Annie, who fucks like a bunny..." "Greetings Boss." "Oh, hello." "How's things going in the morning?" "What morning?" "Three hours we've been here... and nil." "If you dug out anything... two, three, the sun would come out, maybe?" "Here you are." "Well, we can always count on you, Boss." "Drink to my health, then." "Granted." "And how's the kiddie in hospital?" "Grzesio?" "They're discharging him any day now." "Drink to his health." "He will need it." "We've been doing that for some time now..." "Since that fucking cunt hit him with that jalopy." "Pardon the Latin Boss, but it fucks me up just to think of it." "Take it easy." "He will be back soon, taking pictures of you again." "Good you're looking after him like that." "And if you want to whack a session with us were willing to agree." "You know, as a special favour." "You will just have to make an appointment." "I will give you the phone number next time." "But, what for?" "You're always here anyway, right?" "Yes, but were here socially, touristically, and a session needs be set up over the phone." "All right..." "My apologies." "God will bless you with babies for that!" "Let's hope not." "Grab that, kid." "Don't be scared..." "Come here." "Sit down please." "I've talked to the antique conservator." "You know what I'm talking about?" "Not really." "Yeah." "I thought so." "Well, the owner of our tenement showed up recently." "The conservator will soon decide, if It's an antique or not." "If not, the owner will demolish it and sell the grounds." "Sounds familiar to you?" "Yes, I've heard something." "It's hard for the People here." "Most are on the dole or retired." "So far, he's upped the rent some 120%." "How much you pay..." "I don't know and I don't care." "Some sugar?" "Yes, two." "That's unhealthy..." "But suit yourself." "Apparently, the owner has some documentation which clearly shows that the tenement is not fit for renovation, but for demolition." "And he's attaching some photos to it." "And you know something about that, don't you?" "Yes." "I do." "Then fix this somehow." "Watch out, it's hot." "We care about this place." "Most families have been here since before the war." "This tenements over a hundred years old." "It's in bad shape, but It's damn sure fit for renovation." "That's all." "You better go now." "Thanks for the tea." "You've not even tasted it." "Hi." "Hi." "Hey, any problems?" "No, I'm fine." "Are you coming in?" "No." "Got the Photos?" "Which ones?" "You know, those!" "Which those?" "Don't you remember?" "We took photos with that funny-named camera..." "Ma..." "Matthias, like some... herring..." "Mamiya." "We took them with a Mamiya." "I remember." "So?" "Are they developed yet?" "No, not yet." "I wanted to ask you..." " and when you develop them, you will show me?" "Sure thing." "Why shouldn't I show them to you?" "I don't know." "Have to go, or the moron will get pissed off." "I will bring them to your shop." "Maybe you'd also cut my hair, huh?" "You've been sitting here and sponging me all month." "You don't do nothing." "You hear, lazy looser?" "Will you be yapping like that?" "You think I'd marry such a wanker?" "Over my dead body, lazy fuck!" "Mr Rysio, I don't give a shit about what you two do at home, but there's a game on and I prefer TV commentary, not yours." "Do home romancing!" "What you're looking' at asshole?" "Fuck off downstairs." "Well, well, how did you sweet talk that Hanka?" "How?" "You know her?" "Come on..." "Everybody knows her." "Classy woman..." "Just her fancy man's a perverted sot." "You squeezed a beautiful woman out of her, that's for sure." "Thanks." "And how's our little photographer doing?" "Have you visited him?" "Yes, I have." "They're going to release him any day now." "Actually, the doctors say he's all right." "All right, were chit-chatting and there's business to be done." "It will be two hundred." "What?" "Everything's two hundred here?" "Cause I gave you a discount." "Just a minute." "I'm sorry." "Some boozer." "Wanted money." "When I took over the shop, this album was already here." "Take a..." "look." "Thin." "Badly framed." "Blurred." "But there's something about them..." "You can almost glance beyond the frame." "There's magic in them or what?" "Beautiful." "They managed to capture a piece of time." "Listen, tell me one thing." "Could these pictures be a story about... one of the tenements in Prague?" "Yeah." "I actually live in it." "Listen, I have some shots already, but I will have most of them in two days time." "Uh-huh." "Just like that?" "Yes." "No warning, no nothing." "He just punched me in the face." "Have you got a picture?" "Good afternoon..." " Good afternoon." "How can I help you?" "I'd like a haircut, Please." "Sure." "Let's wash your head first." "And is Hanka there, maybe?" "And you'd like Hanka to cut your hair?" "Um, not necessarily, but could you ask her here?" "Yes, I can." "Take a seat boss!" "Coming." "What do you say!" "?" "I'm sorry..." "I mean, good afternoon." "Agnieszka, am I supposed to carry this for you?" "Am I?" "You came." "So, little fur ball, you're here to get a haircut, huh?" "Listen." "I..." "What's in the envelope?" "Photos." "Could we go some place and talk?" "And the hair?" "Mine?" "Well, no." "Mine." "They're not falling out yet, are they?" "All right." "Come on." "Agnieszka, you will finish Mrs. Krysia, OK?" "OK." "But... but Miss Hania..." "What?" "No discussion, really!" "Listen..." "You still have some, I mean there's some left..." "How much?" "What's the time?" "Seventeen minutes in the cellophane, and then the thick curlers, as usual." "The red ones." "OK?" "I will do it, no sweat." "And then just daub with the hair spray a bit." "It will be fine." "Come on." "Let's go." "But where?" "Donno..." "Your Place?" "Listen..." "It got slightly complicated." "What got complicated?" "Well..." "That Rysiek of yours beat me up." "What?" "Oh, all right, doesn't matter." "Can we go somewhere to talk?" "Sure." "There's a joint nearby." "So..." "But, Miss Hania is...?" "Miss Hania..." "What!" "?" "Can she do it well?" "Miss Krysia, your own mother wouldn't recognize you." "Good bye." "Good... bye..." "You mean he came in and hit you, just like that?" "Well, no, he took me by surprise..." "How's that?" "Didn't you defend yourself?" "I'm telling you, the moron surprised me." "Want to see them?" "Yeah." "God, they're so sad." "You don't like them?" "No, no." "I really like them, very much." "They're just so..." "I'm so, like, miserable." "Different somehow." "No one's ever made me look like that." "Too bad I can't take them home." "Why not?" "Cause I'd only see them as soon as the swelling went down." "Has it been like that long?" "Tell me, what does it matter?" "And I used to bring him stuff to the slammer." "Fags." "Christmas presents." "I baked a pie." "Apple pie." ""I don't need your fucking flowers"" ""I don't need your fucking tears"" ""I don't fucking need this drama"" ""I don't fucking need you here"" ""So don't you weep my dear I ask you kindly"" ""Just be fucking gone as quickly as you can"" ""My sweetest dear"" ""So don't you weep my dear I ask you kindly"" ""Just be fucking gone as quickly as you can"" ""My sweetest dear"" "Generally I just need a little respect, y'know?" "I'd like just to live normally." "Like, like... you." "You went away, you've everything afresh." "But maybe you don't need to go anywhere." "Just something in your head needs to... to go somewhere." "Right?" "You know, I didn't go away, I escaped." "I envy you." "What?" "That you have your place." "Enough of this whining or I might slit my wrists when I come home." "Grzes!" "Gimme that." "Now I will be shooting you." "Come on you hobbler." "Take a look here, guys." "Woah." "Here?" "And now do something funny." "Hello!" "Good evening." "We've brought you something." "We've brought a film!" "Maybe he's taking a crap." "Good evening." "Sir." "Sir?" "And?" "Crap?" "Well, masterpieces they are not, but they're good." "Good job lad." "You've done well." "Thank you." "Shmank you." "The hoodlums." "The small fry it's all cool." "What an upgrade - as if somebody else took them." "Yeah right." "Who then?" "Hey, watch out or you will dip it in my salad." "Shame to spoil it." "A few people still need to see them, you know." "If they like them, we will organise a little exhibition for you and we will pop my little gallery's cherry... you will see, there will be confetti, there will be lolly." "For now, keep your pants on." "Bye." "She started all right, but ended up bad..." "Awha... wha... what you mean?" "She drunk everything that's flammable..." "Oh, hello guys." "Ah, morning Boss, greetings." "How're you doing this morning?" "Not too good..." "For the medicine, y'know Boss, times are hard, no money for the medicine." "OK, so it seems I must aid you in distress, huh?" "Can't deny..." "I've come to show you something cause you're famous now." "Nice." "You look nice..." "Photos:" "Marcin Wilczynski" "Oooh, shame on you Boss." "Shame on you." "What?" "Stealing pictures from a kid?" "And signing them?" "You can't do it on your own Boss?" "To exploit a child like that..." "Here, take it." "We don't want nothing from such thieves." "Double-crossed the Poor kid." "Good, nice photos, just the signature's wrong..." "Ah, so I see I will finally be able to clean out the dumpsite on that skull of yours, huh?" "The paper's came out today, see?" "Hey, hey, hey, haircut, remember?" "Sit down, now." "There's Grzesio!" "How cool." "The one with the Pigeons." "Wow!" "You goddamn son of a bitch." "What?" "You photo fucker." "So, you photographed me from hiding?" "But you... yourself..." "In fights?" "!" "Get the fuck out, you prick!" "Shit!" "Fucking hell!" "Photographer creep!" "Goddamn Watergate!" "Fuck off right this second!" "Stop fucking mooning about, you were supposed to clean the john, get to it now!" "...orry." "Sorry..." "Sorry up your ass." ""Fuck off'" "Agnieszka, come here!" "Come here right now!" "Have you swept the hair?" "Yesterday..." "And what's this?" "Some paper." "Take it away!" "You must be thinking there are some fucking gnomes running my business, and I've nothing better to do than strew you all with money and keep you nice and warm here!" "We disagree completely about that." "It's an antique." "The conservator will tell you how antique it is." "The conservator!" "Let him go!" "Have you seen those pictures?" "Let him go!" "The bastard sold us all out." "What stops them now from kicking us the fuck out?" "You seen it?" "Seen it." "Seen it in the paper?" "Seen too." "So sod the fuck off!" "To my mind, Mr. Rysio, we're not sliding' on same shit!" "What?" "Your mother!" "Too boldly, Rysio, just a tad too boldly." "I really want it to be peaceful here." "And I hear you're on parole." "You don't scare me, pig!" "The cookie monster could scare such a shit head." "Now bugger off home." "And hop to it!" "Gentlemen, about those pigeons..." "Piss off queer." "Heey." "Mr. Rysio!" "What?" "Hands to yourself!" "What you doing arse swipe?" "Defending a queer?" "But he's our queer!" "Yeah, our queer!" "But I'm no queer." "You're better off as a queer..." "I'm just metrosexual..." "Shit." "I'm doing you all a favour." "If not today, I will beat the crap out of him tomorrow." "You will all be fucking surprised." "Keep promising and I might just take it seriously and I won't wait till next time!" "You will see." "You will fucking see." "You took great photos." "And the one of me I like the most." "Really?" "Really." "Thanks." "What's there written on your plaster?" "Krappers Are Full Of Shit." "But "crappers" is spelled with a "c", you know?" "Just like "coppers"?" "Gimme a puff." "Come on, gimme a puff." "Mint?" "Why did you write that you took those pictures?" "You see..." "It's a bit complicated." "Think of it this way." "If I had sent them as yours, they wouldn't have printed them." "If I had sent mine, well, then they wouldn't have printed them either, cause I haven't got such talent." "And I had to send them something." "Mine are better?" "Yup." "Of course I care about it." "Well, no, in your gallery... it'd be great." "All right." "I will be waiting for your call." "And Marek, Marek, one more thing." "Could I ask you to make a money order?" "No, no, not for me." "I will send you the address." "Well, like half of that money." "Cool." "Thanks mate." "Take care." "Wasn't me!" "Then who?" "I only caused him problems." "I sold his cameras... for liquor money." "And he said he had no eye for shooting and opened the shop." "And I kept getting tanked." "Was he your brother?" "Nice you showed up, Boss." "You know, when, when we found him, there were lots of pictures in there." "Did he take them?" "He never stopped taking them." "He used to say it didn't matter if you had the eye or not." "He'd help others with their Pictures, and keep his own." "He collected all of'em." "I looked at them a lot when I was coming round and borrowing money." "We're there too, together." "I didn't even manage to say I'm sorry." "Listen, Hania, I..." "What?" "I think I will get going." "Thank you." "Will you tell me what happened?" "He overstepped the mark." "Son of a bitch." "Don't cuss around me, or I will pick it up." "Write it on that plaster." "Couldn't help myself, took one picture from the café." "He found it." "I will take one of you." "Oh come on, smudged and all like that?" "It's the last one left." "Are you coming with us?" "Well develop a few pictures, magnify them." "Good idea." "You're coming?" "Hands to yourself asshole..." "Just don't think you will get away scot-free, y'know?" "I'm not going." "But I'm begging you." "Everybody's waiting." "Not for love or money, goddamn it!" "I'm not going." "What the hell is the problem, woman?" "Shit." "I'm embarrassed, that's what." "Here." "What's this?" "Wine?" "Excuse us, excuse us, please." "Well, well, finally." "Finally." "And so, pudding head?" "Success." "Right?" "Man, I haven't expected such a shit-hot fete." "Of course." "We've got a deal." "Were releasing a little album." "You're meeting the publisher tomorrow evening, matey." "We just have to sign a deal with that Juvies mother, don't we?" "But that's no sweat." "The snot noses just starting, so it will be dirt cheap." "But anyway - you sending me those shots..." "You're quite a cunning prick, aren't you?" "And the vernissage also straightens your things up in Prague, doesn't it?" "And your doll, why's she so wound up?" "Wait a sec mate." "I'm sorry." "No, wait Marcin!" "Marcin, dear... but you must..." "You must say, say a few words." "After all, you're the one who's caused all this fuss." "Please, ma'am." "I'd like to introduce the heroes of today's evening." "Gentlemen, come inside." "Let these gentlemen in, please." "Wait a minute!" "Excuse me, ma'am." "Marcin dear, come here for a sec, come." "Come on here, please." "Excuse us." "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Mate, they're in all of the photos." "Great." "And let it stay this way." "No." "They should be here." "What are you trying to pull?" "Embarrass me?" "Why the fuck did you bring them here?" "What the hell is your problem?" "My problem is that no one here wants to fraternize with these stinking dossers." "Tell them to fuck off or the bouncer will deal with it." "Now, damn it!" "You know what, mate?" "Huh?" "You fuck off." "What was that?" "You're a real prick, that's what I meant." "And as to your offer shove it deep in your ass." "You bastard." "You will be farting beans out of hunger, you will see." "I promise you that." "Yeah." "Straight in your face." "Oh, good evening, Prince Charming." "Thanks for the invitation." "I didn't know you set up such a fete here." "It's a nice evening." "Enjoy yourself." "Pierre Cardine." "Have you got a drink to share?" "Sure thing." "We sure do." "That - were never short of." "Phooey, must be from the bathtub..." "Well, Boss, there goes your career." "Nice..." "You go out..." "Police!" "But, where did you get those pictures from, you know, the old ones?" "You ought to show them to your mother." "But where did you get them?" "Actually, from a nearby photography shop." "You've recalled in me what I wanted to forget." "That's why I'm so irate." " And that album..." " Is at my place." "And what about the conservator?" "The demolishing?" "What, what..." "Let me think this over, will you?" "You've really muddled my head." "How do I know what?" "I'm going to that tenement of mine." "Antique tenement." "When love unveils its petals" "Don Bardylion and Pepita together" "Don Bardylion and Pepita on a meadow" "Are spending their honeymoon" "She's caressing him, full of affection" "And curious of her passion's rewards" "And he's lying, peaceful as a child" "And all the world don't matter" "Oh Pepita, Pepita, Pepita - such a passionate woman" "Oh Pepita, Pepita, Pepita" " I will be with you till I die" "CAST" "We were springy, wilful." "We simply had normal agents." "And the best cavalry." "And the best cavalry." "And there was no fucking Miracle of the Vistula." "And you're blaming me there was no Miracle of the Vistula?" "Our cavalry was strong, springy, brave and we had normal Polish agents." "Well, that's good." "You both girls are young." "Do you believe in the Miracle of the Vistula?" "THE END"