All language subtitles for S01E02 - The Estate (2023) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr.Pol] [Sub Ukr.Eng] [Hurtom]_track8_[eng]

Well done, Jędrula!

Thanks!

- Hi, Jędrula.
- Hi.

Thanks for today.

Sure thing.

- Keep up the good work.
- Okay.

Jędrula, we're proud of you!

Jędrula! You're a good man.

Hi. Thanks. So are you.

Jędrula...

this is an intervention.

We've been worried
about your behavior for some time now.

You used to be the life of the party.

A man full of energy,
able to carry a joke.

However, this has recently changed.

And obviously, it's related to alcohol.

That's right. Alcohol wasn't good for me.

Jędrula, it's time for you to wake up.

Since you've stopped drinking,
you haven't been sleeping well.

You toss and turn in bed,

which causes me discomfort.

But before, when I used to drink,

I'd fall asleep by the fence.

- Often with piss-soaked pants.
- Exactly.

That's your trademark!
Remember what they used to call you?

Piss-soaked Jędrula.

Piss-soaked Jędrula!
You built your own brand.

You had a cognomen,
like Casimir the Great.

You used to bring joy to people
in these difficult times.

Like when you were running naked
with a hatchet around the village,

shouting that
you were going to kill someone.

That was cool.

I guess...

maybe I have really lost some of my

positive madness.

Yup.

All I hear at the church
is how my son never falls off the wagon.

Right.

I didn't know you saw it that way.

That's what family and friends are for.
To help you when you hit rock bottom.

God bless.

And remember, Jędrula,

you'll only find the cheapest vodka
at your lord's inn.

And anyone who doesn't drink...

- Is a snitch.
- Is a snitch.

It's market day today.

Chop, chop!

Our noble economy is based on
exporting grain to the West

and importing luxury goods.

This way, we don't have to develop
new technologies.

When I told my Italian friend
about our economy,

he said, "Polacco," that's "Poles,"

"stupido," that's "Europe's granary."

That's what they say about us.

Cluck, cluck!

Anielka.

- Where are you going?
- I've got stuff to do.

Don't go to the woods,
or a Swede will put you in a sack!

You're such a xenophobe, Dad.

You too! Bye-bye!

Bogdan, here's a riddle for you.

What starts with "R"
and secretly rules Poland?

Rabbis.

It's rye, Bogdan.

Rye ensures our prosperity.

These are difficult times.

We've had years of bad crops,

diseases, and wars.

That's why we must enjoy what we--

Hello, neighbor!

Let me tell you about the improvements
that made my estate...

Hey, giddy up!

...prosper--

Shoo, Andrzej!

Get lost from our story!

Somehow, Andrzej's peasants
produce more crops than mine.

That mean bastard won't tell me how.

You should know that Andrzej
is a real scumbag.

He's simply an evil man.

The village name "Adamczycha"
comes from the name Adamczewski.

Adamczycha used to belong to my family.

The whole entirety.

I am the fourth Adamczewski
to run the family estate.

It had always been the pride of the area.

But as soon as I took over,

it suddenly started to decline.

How unlucky is that?

SALE AND PURCHASE AGREEMENT

That's when, out of nowhere,
Andrzej showed up.

After my beloved wife passed away,

I decided to change the scenery.
I was looking for...

He decided to move here

because he killed somebody's wife
or something.

He took advantage
of my six-year-long moment of weakness,

and he bought half of my village.

The bigger half.

Irrelevant.

Besides,

size doesn't matter.

That's what people
with small villages say.

Even though
it's currently not entirely mine,

Adamczycha is my place on Earth.

This is where I was born,

and when the final bell tolls,
this is where I shall be buried.

Except for my heart.

My heart will be laid to rest
at Wawel Castle.

Got anything else to hang?

I don't know.
We could hang all the noblemen.

First, we'd pluck out their eyes,

then we would cut off...

their tongues.

Or we can just hang the skins.
I'm fine either way.

I'm off to see the peasants
with a mission.

We've gone through decades
of sudden weather changes.

Climate change is happening
right before our eyes.

We must act.

My dears,

we need to have a serious talk.

Climate change puts our life
on this planet at great risk.

CLIMATE DISASTER IS COMING

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

I knew it. We had it too good.

Scientists from Heidelberg University
say that unless we change our habits,

we're all headed for a disaster.

- Bodzio, grab the pitchfork.
- Okay.

That sounds terrifying.
How much time do we have?

In 380 years,
the changes will be irreversible.

In 380 years?

Screw that.

I know it sounds like a distant future,

but the sooner we start--

For example,

by reducing cattle herding.

Their gasses poison the atmosphere.

I don't know. We still have time.

If it was a hundred years from now...

Or 30.

Thirty sounds terrifying.

We'd definitely act then.

We'd be total morons

if it turned out that in 30 years
climate change is irreversible,

and we'd done nothing about it.

All heads have to be kept on a swivel.

We must find out why our estate
is losing to that idiot Andrzej's estate.

- Seek and ye shall find.
- Exactly.

Right. We have to milk the peasants dry.

- Is that from the Bible too?
- Well...

Stanisław, we're deliberating.

Someday all of this will be yours,
yet you keep staring at that picture.

- Give me a break, Dad.
- Put the picture away.

- In a minute, Dad.
- Right now! Life is passing you by.

At the end of the day,
you'll tell me everything you did.

Chop, chop!

This carpenter looks familiar.

One more time.

What do we burn in the stove?

- Wood.
- Wood.

What don't we burn?

- Dead rats.
- Dead rats.

Congrats, girls!

Hey! How's the climate
in Adamczycha today?

It was a bad joke, but not that bad.

Hey.

Are you mad at me?

I don't know.

Is our planet doomed because of you?

Right, because of me.

You stamped out the fire of change.
It'll be hard to reignite it.

You have 380 years to do it.

Hey!

It's cold in here!

Bring the dead rats!

Ula, take them from here!

I guess I was wrong about you.

Grzegorz.

We're taking an inventory of the estate,

and one thing about your work
seems questionable.

We've noticed the following pattern.

On the days you work on your land,

you use a horse to pull the cart.

However, on the days
you work for your serfdom,

you use your father-in-law.

Here's the attendance register.

Monday to Thursday, father-in-law.

Friday and Saturday, horse.

Every week.

Maybe someone got it wrong
when writing it down?

Confused your father-in-law with a horse?

Yup. My father-in-law
has an oblong face and big teeth.

Looking against the light,
one may get confused.

Maybe someone mistook your father-in-law
for a horse once or twice, Grzegorz,

but we're talking weeks.

Besides, everyone can see what a horse is.

This saying was invented
for situations like this.

My lord, I think our dispute
stems from the fact

that you're overestimating the horse
and underestimating my father-in-law.

I'm doing what?

I mean, it's all about
horsemation of labor these days.

They say that by the 18th century,
horses will do most of the peasants' work.

I think it's just a pipe dream.

I mean, who can replace a peasant?

Let's just think about it.
Who could relieve...

I knew it.

It's him.

What are the odds of the Savior
returning to Earth in your lifetime?

And in your village?

I don't know, maximum 3%.

JEW'S

Nope.

Yes...

Yes! Well done!

And where does this go?

And this?

- Something's caught your eye.
- What?

The noblewoman.

My eye?

No?

Absolutely not.

How typical of me.

I always put my foot in my mouth.

Everyone's like, "He's a Jew.
He's always smart, always scheming."

But so far, I've never been invited
to join any scheme.

You do know that Jewish scheming thing
is just a stereotype, right?

Yeah, I know.

A stereotype.

Or...

Or what?

Or maybe all Jews scheme,

and I'm the only one who's never invited.

Because I'm stupid, and I don't cut it.

Yes.

Okay.

You're right.

About what?

The noblewoman.

She may have...

slightly caught my eye.

Really?

See?

You're very perceptive.

Maciej.

Jew.

...one hundred and ninety-nine...

Wait a minute.
Why are you fumbling in the muck?

For the noblewoman.

Two hundred.

Here you are.

Thank you, Father.

It's funny how people
act differently around celebrities.

I act normal around Jesus.

I won't be eating today.
It's the seventh meal I've given away.

I have a nickname around here.

"The Last Samaritan."

He's just a man like any other.

Except he's God.

What's your name, good man?

Marian.

My mother's name was Mary, hence my name.

That's right.

Mary's your mother.

I'm 33 years old,
and I'm still embarrassed of my name.

Thirty-three!

I've decided to follow your advice.
We'll milk the peasants dry.

No, I never said that.

What? When I asked you
what to do with Grzegorz,

you said "beat him long and hard."

Nah.

I meant that...

you should beat him with love.

No, I'm almost certain that you said

"beat him with a flail."

It was a metaphor!

You want the peasants to work harder?

Fine.

Convince them to do that
with the flail of your arguments.

That's what I meant.

Jakub got me thinking.

I've always used the carrot and stick
approach with the field workers.

The carrot was for the ox,
and the stick for the lazy peasants.

Now I shall use
the strength of my arguments.

I'll convince them to work harder,

or I'm not the most famous
Jan Paweł in the history of Poland.

Dear peasants,

welcome to the first motivational session
called "Adamczycha seals your fate."

It sounds sinister.

- What?
- That my fate is sealed.

Like as if a wolf approached me.

Or a Mongol

with a knife.

I'm scared.

No, there are no Mongols.

Your fate is sealed in a positive way.

I want my peasants
to believe in themselves.

After all, everyone
is the blacksmith of their own fate.

I mean, not literally.

Obviously, the blacksmith's fate
depends on me,

hence, I am the blacksmith
of the blacksmith's fate.

My lord?

What?

What would motivate us the most

is participation in the serfdom profits
from the harvest.

That's how it is at Lord Andrzej's.

So that's his secret?

Andrzej is the biggest idiot
since Galileo.

You also participate
in the serfdom profits.

How?

Well...

Have you heard about
trickle-down economics?

A rising tide lifts all boats.

Is the tide rising?

Does the coming flood seal our fate?

It is...

Grzegorz, really?

You take your father-in-law to work
and bring a horse to my lecture?

What are you doing here, peasant?

- Father Jakub told me to.
- Told you to do what?

To make myself at home.

Jakub?

What is this?

You won't believe it, Mother.

It's him.

Mother doesn't believe in Marian-Jesus,
so we'll perform a proving miracle.

To ensure laboratory conditions
for performing miracles,

I summoned impartial witnesses.

After that, we'll hear,

"Hail Jakub! You've found Jesus!"

And, "Hail Jesus! For coming back."

"Hail Jakub and Jesus."

In alphabetical order.

Peasant, I have a request for you.

Of course, my lady.

Walk to the middle of the pond.

Excuse me?

Walk on the water
to the middle of the pond.

If you get there,
I'll release you from serfdom.

Forever.

Did you hear that?

You'll be free.

That's the upside of this situation,
but I can see some drawbacks.

Walking to the middle of the pond
is impossible.

And you can't swim.

Right.

Another drawback.

Well, I've heard about this notion
that 20 years from now,

we'll regret what we didn't do,
rather than what we did do.

Good one.

Makes you think.

Right? Because here, in Poland,
we have a lot of negative thinking,

this so-called "can't do-ism."

Fuck it, I'll try.

I can't wait to see your face!

A false prophet.

Sadly, it turned out that the only tool

that pushes peasants
out of their comfort zone is a flail.

A real one, not the one
from Jakub's parable.

The problem is...

that Anielka yells at me when I use it.

Nothing hurts more than seeing
your child's disappointment in you.

Luckily, there's one more method
used by great leaders.

Lying.

LETTER FROM THE KINK

Incredible.

Incredible!

This letter from the king says

that our estate has been entered
into an experimental program.

The program increases
the statutory serfdom for participants

from four to five days a week.

Oh no...

Goddamn it!

Bogdan, did you really get this letter
from the king's messenger?

I did.

He came...

on a bay horse.

He gave me the letter
and galloped right off.

Where to?

He was in a hurry to make it
to his son's birthday.

And he said that apart from the son,
he also has...

two daughters.

- What?
- Of course...

The overwhelming amount of details
proves that it really happened.

I'll have to live
with the burden of this lie.

But this is what makes a leader.

His willingness to make sacrifices
for the community.

But most importantly,
I made my estate work more efficiently.

And now that idiot Andrzej...

Who set my rye on fire?

It was me!

Piss-soaked Jędrula!

Jędrula!

What have you done, you drunkard?

Aniela?

What about that climate change?

Because it snowed as usual.

As it turns out, convincing peasants
to change their habits is very difficult.

By nature, people crave convenience

and refuse to give up
even the tiniest bit of their comfort.

- People, right?
- I prepared a hot bath for you.

Supper will be ready soon.

How about an appetizer?

Yes, please.

On the other hand, 380 years?

We still have some time.

Aniela!

I want to tell you that

I've reconsidered my attitude.

And you puked all over yourself?

No...

But it was close,
because I spent about three hours

digging beans out of leftovers
for the cattle.

You may not know this
because girls don't fart,

but beans cause flatulence.

This is how I contributed

to the reduction of gas emissions.

This is the weirdest story
I've ever heard.

And the sweetest thing
anyone has ever done for me.

Apology accepted.

But I'll go now,
because you smell really bad.

It's the smell of victory.

If anything ever happens
between me and Aniela,

I'll be able to say
that it all started with cow gasses.

I've always been the romantic type.

Obviously, nothing will ever happen.

She's a noblewoman.

You wanted me to do something today?

I got engaged!

To a city girl.

Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska