All language subtitles for Rezerwat (2007)

STARRING

Can you walk over here?

Oh! It's Boss.

SCREENPLAY

MUSIC

You fuckface!

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY

DIRECTED BY LUKASZ PALKOWSKI

Watch where you're runnin' cocksucker...

PRESERVE

...ONE WEEK BEFORE

Damn it...

Hi, baby.

Do you realise how much my
father paid for that carpet?

Take it easy, it'll 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'll set up your phone.

Ok, so I'll 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'll fucking call the police,

I'll 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'll sit right here.
I'll 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'll play you something else.

Better watch out as the boys
from Wet Street are coming

And they'll have this
joint rocking like a ship

But you'll 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'll meet
on Tuesday in Szklarska.

The session'll be a smash, you'll
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 fiancee?

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
apologizing 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 shithole,

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'll call soon.

So don't despair, don't cry, you'll
get a job. I'll 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'll 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'll see what it's
like to live here, god damn...

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.

Mornin' 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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll have it easier to give me my change.

And you live here?
Yes, since yesterday.

I'll 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'll tell you secretly, It's a cover-up.

Yeah? For what?

For a brothel. Just don't go over there.

They'll 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 comin' 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'll get going or that moron'll
intrude other neighbours looking for me.

Thanks for the bath.

And watch out with those chicks!

Listen, you told me you live in Praga.

Since recently.

Good. I need a photo report from
Praga. 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 Praga 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'll make of it.

But you better do good,
cause I recommended you.

So, if you fuck it up,
they'll rip my head off.

Then, I'll 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'll come over in no time. You'll 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 red-headed
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 Cabshit 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 asstrigger 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'll 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! Hela, you are right.

And now fuckin' 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'll 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 fuckface!

Watch where you're runnin' 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, gotta go.

If anything comes up, call me.

And I'll 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
fiance. 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 Praga.
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'll 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 shitheads doing?

Well, what the fuck do you think?

What? You're ripping off my neighbour?

Get the fuck out!!!

Shit! Hanka!

I'll give you shit! Or I'll
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.

We're sorry... no offense, 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.

Scuse 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.
Enroll 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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll take a couple. And a bottle.

Which one?

That one.

To your health Boss!!!

What happened?

Nothing.

He beat you?

No, I fuckin' bumped
on the door frame. Fuck.

Wait.

Come on.

Come on
- where?

My place. I'll 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'll 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 Praga.

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 news stand 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 Praga's St. Marys.

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. Hows things
going in the morning?

What morning? Three hours
we've been here... and nil.

If you dug out anything... two,
three, the sun'd 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'll 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'll 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'll just have to make an appointment.

I'll 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.

Godfull 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 conservatory soon decide,
if It's an antique or not.

If not, the owner'll 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... mathias,
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'll show me?

Sure thing. Why shouldn't
I show them to you?

I don't know.

Have to go,
or the moron'll get pissed off.

I'll 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 loser?

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 lookin' 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 hows 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'll 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 Praga?

Yeah. I actually live in it.

Listen, I have some shots already,

but I'll 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 furball,
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'll
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'll do it, no sweat. And then
just daub with the hair spray a bit.

It'll be fine.

Come on. Let's go.

But where?

Dunno... 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!
Yes?

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.

Wanna 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'll 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'll dip it in
my salad. Shame to soil it.

A few people still need to see them, you know. If they
like them, we'll organise a little exhibition for you

and we'll pop my little gallery's cherry... you'll
see, there'll be confetti, there'll be lolly.

For now, keep your pants on.
Bye.

She started all right, but ended up
bad... Awha... what? 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'll 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 god-damn 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 slidin' 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 shithead.

Now bugger off home. And hop to it!

Gentlemen, about those pigeons...

Piss off queer.

Hey. Mr. Rysio!

What?

Hands to yourself!

What you doing asswipe?
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'll beat the crap out of him tomorrow.

You'll all be fucking surprised.

Keep promising and I might just take it
seriously and I won't wait till next time!

You'll see. You'll 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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll pick it up.

Write it on that plaster.

Couldn't help myself, took one
picture from the cafe. He found it.

I'll take one of you.

Oh come on, smudged nall 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'll
get away scot-free, y'know?

I'm not going.

But I'm begging you.
Everybody's waiting.

Not for love or money, god-damn 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'll 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 Praga, 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'll be farting beans out
of hunger, you'll 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'll 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