All language subtitles for Szamanka.1996.DVDRip.AC3.XviD-MKO.eng

A plate of brains.

This one?

And a raspberry ice cream.

- Don't quit seminary. Take a break.
- I'm sure.

- It'll pass.
- What will? My heart into my stomach?

For fuck's sake, I'm begging you!

Cut the crap. Find someone for the digs.

- How much?
- Twelve.

A bargain.

So how much?

Pack my gear before the lady moves in.

How much do you want?

- How much?
- Eleven and a half. Can you afford it?

- Like for three months?
- If the landlady's okay with that.

- It's not your flat?
- My brother rented it.

She's not in.

- So, you like it?
- Yeah.

- Student?
- Yeah.

- In what?
- Mechanics at the School of Engineering.

You're not in a dorm?

I applied too late.

I just passed the exams.

Flunked the summer exam?

Yes, I was working as a waitress...

so I could come to the city
to study for exams.

'cause you have to pass
in order to get somewhere, right?

What's your name?

- My nickname's "The Italian".
- Why?

Because I serve the hottest pizzas.

Pizza, piz-ass, first base...

If you'd get rid of this crap...

and scrub your face...

you'd be quite a honey.

You're all wet.

See...

I'm with someone, you know.

Me too.

I'm on call.

- You're a doctor?
- No, I have my students.

I'm a lecturer in anthropology.
We're on an excavation.

The landlady's home.

Come on. I'll introduce you.

Hello. My brother's moved out.

So the father left after all?

And I begged him to take himself in hand!

What a shame.

We found a student to replace him.

If you and your brother
recommend her, it's fine with me.

Goodbye.

We were waiting for you.

- Digging, dig, dug...
- Fuck, what intuition!

Luck, at least here and now.

Chill, chill... the old swamp got peated!

Desert dry... in Poland, a miracle like this
emerges maybe once every few hundred years.

Only shit can emerge for us by itself.

A droplet of clean water, and it rots.

It'll last 'til Judgment Day.

And who's to judge us?

The judgment's already in.

God, is he beautiful!

25-30 years old. We've got a
young old-timer on our hands.

A 2,500 year old youngster.

They've run all the tests on him,
Carbon 14, and the rest...

Lucky we've got him back.

What's this?

I don't know.

Arrows without tips.

Tips without shafts.

Mushrooms.

Psylocybes semilacentae.
Muscarine...

and muscimol. Hallucinogens.

- The psycilocybin is...
- A Shaman!

...a psylocybe, while muscarine
comes from flybane.

The best psilocybe
grow in the mountains.

They're ecologically pure.
They're harmless...

except for cops who chase
after mushroom pickers.

Beelzebub means
"Lord of the flies" in Hebrew.

But it also means
"the plague of flies"...

Because it attracts flies and death.

And he reigns over them.

Maybe he wanted to become
Lord of the swamps?

Beelzebub?

You know. I don't.

Can you strengthen
my finances... with 500?

Until when?

Tomorrow?

Martin?

Were you admitted?

Lend me 3 grand. I'll pay you back
when I get a grant.

I'll see what I can do.

I earn a pittance here.

- And I'm paying my folks rent.
- Why are you working for retards?

Someone has to swing the hammocks when the
water in their heads starts to boil.

No boy from our school got a better job.

Right, you're too dumb to be a doctor.

Even if you got into Psychology
you'd still make a fat zero.

And you, Miss Engineer,
will hammer out a living.

I know enough about these kids
to do a book on them.

And about the nuns, too!

I might become a writer...

specializing in religious porn!

- Stop it!
- Lie down!

Now, watch my new stunt!

Is it good?

It's never good for you.

Martin!

By the way, I'm a bit short of cash.

Be right back.

Well?

So? How was it?

I'm moving to Warsaw.

I need money.

Like that slut, your sister,
who dropped a kid on me?

I can't commute. It's too far.

I want an education.

Forni-ca-tion!

Go ahead. We're already
cramped in this dump.

But don't bring your bastards here.
I won't be around to raise them.

I have no more strength.

I'm leaving.
Going to find my foreign husband.

Not a drunkard like your father,

who was only good for beating me up.

Just the thought of him
gives me the runs.

My nerves are shot.

Where's the Anthropology thing?

- Where's Anthropology?
- Somewhere over there.

- Take the subway.
- Or maybe the bus...

Where's Anthropology?

People say hello.

- Where is it?
- Everywhere, my child!

We don't know
how the brain functions.

Two million years ago, nature
created the anthropoid.

For its cousins
and friends: Homo habilis.

I prefer the term "anthropoid".

He was only part monkey
because he knew how to use tools,

and part man because he had imagination.

To survive he mastered
his organism and environment.

Confiscate an astronaut's tools,
and he'll perish within minutes,

without oxygen, and so on...

Take everything away from
the yogi or the shaman,

and he'll survive nonetheless.

The difference between them is,

the astronaut lives uniquely
in the physical world,

whereas the shaman lives
in the psychic world.

I prefer the shaman to the yogi
because shamanism

was mankind's first religion.

Man is man thanks to his
imagination, not his hammer.

Neanderthal man,
the thinking anthropoid,

not only broke stones,
but believed in magic.

Whether he carries a club
or a computer, he remains inside us.

Thanks to him we have the chance to be human,

which means to have some imagination.

Rites, magic instincts, and not only tools.

I'll conclude on a
slightly inhuman note.

Assignment for next week.

"Survival in this dehumanized,
materialistic world".

I'll be checking attendance.

Spit.

Lick it.

Help me.

Help me.

How do you find the time to chase my ass?

Engineering classes are later.

Later, when?

Have your class schedule?
Registration card?

Later.

Later? They'll throw you out later.

Let's get going, student!

Working overtime at engineering school?

He's here for his Nobel Prize.
He's the new Einstein.

Dug up a dinosaur?
Come tell us about it over a beer.

Show-off! He finds a stiff
and starts snubbing the philosophers.

You can't drink with your mummy.

I wish I could.
The guy is 3000 years old.

Probably some kolkhoz peasant
who went heavy on the hooch.

I thought he'd been drowned.
Those kind of things happened.

If you pull a boner...
Bam! Into the swamp!

But it seems to be what he wanted.
He was a shaman!

He didn't try to save himself.

Who says he was a shaman?

His passport.

Tattoos, amulets, psilocybine mushrooms...

You dug up a strung-out dealer!

- Thanks, I can manage by myself now.
- New World Cafe.

How about that beer?

A bottle of vodka
and five glasses.

Thanks.

And Cinderella wanted
to go to the ball...

but she didn't have a dress,
so the fairy turned the pumpkin into a gown...

I have my registration card.

Drinks are on me.

If I don't get a scholarship for
Heidelberg, I'll teach you Philo.

At mining school?

Nietzsche had a philosophical hammer.

You'll get your scholarship
since you're a hammerhead.

Essentially.

Say, Michal...

- is this shaman Polish?
- No. No vodka in his blood.

Do you know why ground water stinks?

Because shamans washed their feet in it.

Who told you he was a shaman?

He confessed like a good Catholic.

2000 years ago, the Celts ran schools here...

for their sorcerers.
In Tyniec, too.

Druids, Poles,

Catholics, us,

foundry, communists.

Shit out of shit! Amen!

Sacrum, profanum, sacrum.

Know what the sacrum is?

Seriously. It's Latin for the tail-bone.

The sacrum in the ass.

The sacro-sanct.

A cocktail of rice vodka,
sake and rum.

In spiritus sancti.

And what do our kids read today?
Edith Wharton or Asterix?

Guns 'n' Roses and Liroy.

And what do you read?

I got my diploma.

A virgin brain.

A burst vein, a car crash,

and the brain loses even your name.

Nothing will ever disappear from your senses,
because they contain your soul.

Therefore you've got God's fools,

with souls so big that there
is no room left for brains.

Well, I like Madonna and Nirvana,
the one who rubbed himself out.

The shaman is off
to see the shaman to play superman.

- Where are you going?
- To my girlfriend's.

Her father rents me a room.

Fuck off, you moron!

The production of objects
to satisfy man's needs.

There are two types of machines:
Engines and work machines.

The state of the steam-liquid
couple and the solid mass.

The couple make love until they reach
a solid state up to absolute zero.

All friction movements cease.

Note that the resistance
of materials to fatigue

is lower than their resistance to stretching.

The bodies are called liquids.

Saliva, the perfect liquid, is characterized
by its transparency and lack of viscosity.

Bad liquids are viscous
and leak out from any orifice.

Hydromechanics is an exact science,
whereas hydrostatics are expandable.

Fluids are divided into liquids and gasses,
and there's no algorithm for that.

I'm distressed, therefore I wet myself.

A good many substances split...

- What is it?
- Signup for the Foundry practicals.

...in a spontaneous explosion
into electrically-charged particles.

In other words, they undergo
an electro-magic dissociation.

Particles that divide into electrolytes
are called yoni.

Each yoni has a different humidity
in which the linga move.

And in this way,
mechanics satisfies the needs of man,

of nations...

of all humanity.

Hi!

Get a move on!

If you haven't got any fucking money, earn it!

But don't steal it!

You will check the tins.

If any machine breaks down,
you'll deal with it, right?

She told you to hire me?

Your mother?
Your mother wanted to fuckin' kill you!

You're getting this job
because families have got to stick together.

Cousins are cousins.

Take home what you need
but come back tomorrow.

Boss, a fishy phone call for you!

Don't get pussy from your fiancee any more?

Her's is blond. I prefer your dark cunt.

Don't you keep any food?

Want some? Eat from me.

For you, a finger in your ear
is enough to screw.

Do you plan on going back to
Idiotville still being an idiot?

I'll show you normal people.

Has it ever occurred to you
that from time to time,

one can say something
that makes sense?

Barbara, my love!
Look after her.

I'm Jules!

In neurophysiology,
you can't use drugs with impunity.

Whereas in cybernetics, why not?

Good evening, honey.

How will we get by without her?

It's only for two months, Papa.

Anna's going away?

To Denmark, to earn some money.

I'll be back in two months
for Michal's doctorate, with enough to live on.

Give me a hand.

To the dream houses we shall never see!

To the best amongst us
who only got second prize.

You get first prize
through connections, not talent.

Today we celebrate two occasions:
Anna's birthday...

A hunger for knowledge.

...and the distinction awarded
to her team's project.

Next year, you'll get first prize,

whereas for now, you should be contented
with having become dreamers.

Happy Birthday!

I'll be there.

Tomorrow.

What is it?

I must go back home.
I have to check on things.

- Again?
- See what family you're getting into?

Got fed up?

Look at my shoes.

I stole them.

Why don't you belt me?
I'm used to getting a belting when I steal.

Skip it.
My brother...

just died.

He hung himself.

I'm going to Chekhovian.

I'll go with you.

I didn't know you came from here too.

Maybe I was too small, or something...

"SOLD"

No!

Your brother left a letter and some money.
See the notary about his other effects.

Count it.

- His friend is taking care of the funeral...
- Did he have to?

...the one who called you.

He sold the house and left me his money.

If I didn't exist he'd leave it to you.
Let's just say I don't exist.

We'll miss the train.

May I ask you for something please?

C'mon...

"CHEAP WESTERN CLOTHES"

I want to stop by the house.
Shall we meet on the 11:00 train?

I'll go see the notary.

My little man, we're going to a
faraway, beautiful land...

Here.

Slut!

Get the hell out!

I've taken enough for what I took!

That's one more!

- You'll never see me again!
- Fine with me!

Nice panties.

If I didn't pinch some of the money,
you wouldn't have bought me a thing.

Why give anything to that slimy asshole?

When our old man died,
I was 19, and he was 15.

But he looked after me,
he pulled me out of a gang.

He was just like a priest,
sacrificing himself for others.

He waited until I finished school
before going into seminary.

He read all the philosophers
in Greek and Latin.

Our father did time in prison.
He got out in '56, he was half-mad.

Only my mother could deal with him.

All his life my brother
trained to be a priest. So what for?

I couldn't care less about home.

That creep you saw
earned his living getting buggered.

My Good Samaritan brother
got him out of the shit,

and took him under his wing,

But the creep got him involved
in some dodgy homo dealings.

He was torn between his two
vocations: Priest and faggot.

He struggled like someone
jerking from a hangman's rope.

That's what killed him!

I did time too, but for politics.
You're too young to...

I threw myself out the country to survive.

Then I threw myself back...

but I don't know what for.

For that?

I'll do you good.

The cunt's deaf.

I'm moving in.

- For that?
- Yes.

For nothing.

What're you doing to me?

"It may well be that...

"thought is merely...

"a hormonal or glandular secretion...

"of the brain...

"with an audible hiss."

I am,

because I am...

In you.

Hello, Professor.

The maid said you
moved out yesterday.

I don't mean to interfere
in your affairs, but...

The patient is 40, hospitalized for a week
after a fit of self-mutilation.

She chewed off the fingers of her right hand.

During her last fit, she severed her tongue.

Phenactyl?

- 400 milligrams a day.
- Make it 600.

Diagnosis?

Paranoid schizophrenia.

What else!

A regular client. He's 25.
First fit at 16. Brief periods of remission.

Neuroleptic treatment.
Tied up at his own request.

Typical case of par...

paran...

Paranoid schizophrenia.

Good.

Hello.

They're transmitting again.

Get out, it's confidential.
From the stock exchange.

From the stock exchange.

The stock exchange.

If it's temporary, you're better off alone.

But by withdrawing into yourself,

you might lose the other,
and then no chemicals...

I'm not all by myself.
I'm living with someone.

I want to finish my doctoral thesis with you.
Not in anthropology, but psychiatry.

This shaman ruled over madmen too.
Even the sane ones were borderline psychotics.

Drugs, hunger, fear, darkness.

The solution to the shaman's riddle
lies here and here.

First see a doctor yourself.

What are you trying to do to yourself and Anna?

Do you accept?

To you I'm a professor from here up,
and a father from here down.

You're totally schizo.

The brain is all chemistry.

Drop a little poison and you've got
an imbecile or a nutcase.

I'll chart your soul and stick
an electrode into the happy region.

We do it on rats.

Shamans are picked from
among those who are different,

the best being epileptics
or hermaphrodites.

It's only by studying their chemistry
that we'll understand.

It's not about your daughter.
So what'll it be?

Okay. I'll show you
some exceptional shamans.

And you know why?
Because you're totally gifted scum.

Asshole.

Say, did you phone Anna?

No, she's at the building site.

And don't forget the security measures.

- Fuckable, no?
- She's all leg.

No effort required,
she jumps right into the sack.

I just want to make sure
she doesn't break any machines.

With broads, you never know.

- Can I give you a lift?
- If you want.

It's as good as new.
Completely overhauled. Did it all myself.

Hear that engine?

Where you going?

I've got a night job, in a factory.

He was a healer.
He treated the world's sins.

So why go and drown himself in a swamp?

We found nothing that could explain it.
Had he been killed, he'd be tied up.

No sign of that. Nothing!

So he killed himself.

I don't know.

You'll turn that "I don't know"
into a dissertation.

You suggesting a neurosis?

Do you even understand
what neurosis is?

Thanks to you, I'm starting to.

And do you understand what suicide is?

Fucking flybanes!

"GOD SHALL REWARD YOU"

I'm beat.

So am I.

How's engineering school?

You're like a little machine.
Eat, sleep, fuck.

Last night the machine ran out of fuel.

Yum yum yum!
Magnesium for the machine.

Leave me alone.

I'll walk you to campus.

Walk yourself to yours.

I came to see you.

I haven't got a cent.

Want her? Help yourself!

It's better this way. See?

An accident!

Let go!

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Thou art blessed among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...

Pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.

Thou art blessed between--

Between the legs!

Do you have faith?

Fuck off!

I'll take you home.
It's been one hell of a day.

How'd you know my address?

From your enrolment papers.

33 Tamka Street, flat 31.

In a swamp. What was he playing at?

Grubby, grubby!

Where's Jules?

Scrubbing the Johns at the rail station
to pay for fancy new rollers.

Take this.

Well?

Too many tattoos for your standard shaman.

"Too many"?
You've got no comparisons.

You don't even know his ethnic group.
Celtic? Scythian?

In any case, a fellow patriot.
He kept the come from where he came.

I don't understand.

He's got sperm up his ass.

Turn him over.

Tattoo on the back, from the
tailbone to the base of the skull.

- A bit like yours.
- No, in a spiral.

A pattern exactly
as in kundalini yoga.

Where you have the chakras.

You activate the energy at the base,

awaken it through sex, until the
serpent of energy winds up the spine

and explodes in the head: Enlightenment!

The top of his head was trepanned

so his soul could spread its wings.

A shaman? A super-shaman!

A Pope!

Sorry about the other day,
don't know what got into me.

When you're on two grand a month,
you can't fuck anything.

Why not try his ass?

I'm free next week. I can be your driver.

I'm disturbing you.

You're studying.

I'm waiting for my boyfriend

and I shave my cunt so it doesn't
prickle when he licks it.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

We live together.

You can't survive on
a Polish pension, Mr Michal.

What are you doing in the dark, stupid?

Michal...

What?

Why is it so bald?

So it's like in the museum.
You pleased?

I'll fuck you inside out.

Just like this.

The one we dug up,
the shaman or whatever it was,

also had sperm up his ass.

Faggot!

No, it was female sperm.
Women inseminating the devil.

There is no devil!

Really? Listen to him howl.

Where do I have a screw loose,
in my head or my ass?

Everywhere.

And way over our heads.

The pool.

The pool.

The kitchen will be here.
My father's study there.

And your lab there. Maybe.

You can think it over while I'm away.

All couples go through a crisis.

My parents did... even though
my father's a decent man.

How's your shaman?

I think we know everything.
Height, weight, blood group, diet...

Was he being pursued?
He didn't use his bow.

Maybe he didn't want to live?
I mean, what for?

Why did you move out?

To be with her.

Why with her?

I don't know.
She's either a stupid fool or a blessed one.

She's got stigmata. One, at least.

Stop it.

When will you be back?

When I'm paid.

Better to design rabbit hutches...

for Arabs in Parisian ghettos
than lose competitions here.

Remember when we got lucky
to pick grapes for money in Burgundy?

And now what?

Now I'll be a professor of shamanism
and you'll be the Minister of Architecture.

There is no Minister of Architecture.

You've got the talent to be one.

Tell me...

- French windows.
- Ceiling-high walls.

- A wooden table.
- Garlic to keep out vampires.

A door to keep out the hostile world.

You might need these for someone else...

It can't be.

It can't be done.

It's impossible.

If you know how to scream,
you know how to talk, too.

About what?

If you don't know what to say, ask.

Ask what?

If you don't know what to ask, read.

But I do read.

"The soul is a breath,

"oxygen is indispensable to the
burning up of glucose in the brain.

"It broadens the conscience."

To complete my education,
my father always used to say:

"Shut up when you talk to me."

What?

So walk a little, that way
you'll stop slouching.

I don't slouch. I am a sloucher.

Over here.

Sit!

Knife.

Elbows!

Elbows! Keep straight!

Is this proper?

One doesn't spit at the table.

You have the sweet smell of hormones.
You're just one big cunt.

It's you doing this, not me.

Here, check it out.

Tie it.

What... what...

Real grunge.

No, from even before: A hippy.

The guy's really up for it,
even if his balls are shrivelled.

Come over here.

The jackpot!

What is it?

A knick-knack in transit from Ukraine.
From a nuclear warhead.

It goes West and you're rich.

You're nuts! It's radioactive!

No, the chocolate box is perfectly airtight.

Get lost!

I can't go home. They're after me.

- Who is?
- Some guys, the mafia... I don't know.

Alchemical change of uranium into gold.
Uranium radiates dollars.

Here's the key.

But without that.

What a piece of shit!
Fucking machine!

- Romek's seen it?
- There's nothing to see!

He's got visitors.

They mince rats in all meat plants.

Loans are meant to be repaid!

No more job at my cousin's.
The mafia's in charge.

So, want to give her a try?

Don't be ashamed.

You always give me your left-overs.

Go fuck yourself!

Voytek Kutza, which room?

Room 15. He's on night duty.
He should be up.

Do you love me?

- I love you.
- Then love me.

The thing is, I wanted to marry you first...

In church.

How should we make love?

Quickly!

Was it good?

It's only good with him.

- Why with him?
- Because it's him.

He's waiting for you.

Why did you come?

Because you love me.

And him?

He is.

How's your health, Mr Shamansky?

You don't smoke.

You prefer mushrooms.

As for me,

she only has to touch me...

smear me with her sperm,

and I see things differently,
I hear...

So, what's your secret?

Because if you were to tear me open,

you'd find...

nothing.

Nothing but her.

She was a Shamanka.

I loved her as one can only love

death.

She pushed me into the swamp.

Into the swamp.

She was after

my powers.

She got them. I loved her.

I loved her.

I loved her. She had me raped.

Had me raped.

The secret is in dying.

And the rest?

Every god is a God of Death.

You're sick.

You hurt yourself.

You always looked like a doll.

I left. I came back.

I looked for you.

Forgive me.

Where were you?

Where I was.

So was I.

Me...

Just by looking at him...

I'm taking off. They're onto me.

And the job at the station?

The depot, Ogrodowa Street. So long!

He swiped the dough.

You ripped me off?

I need to buy a car,

so I can get to Germany. Here!

Okay, take it!

I haven't got it!
I don't have it, damn it!

You went to the station?

My father was a rail worker.

You're brilliant, a success.
You know it all.

Where are you going?

What are you smiling about?

Why are you leaving me?

I don't know.
When you don't know, you become a priest.

You've had your fucking,
and now you're running away.

I love you.

Why?

Because you're...

like death.

Give that back.

"SHAME!!!"
"TWILIGHTISM!!!"

Come on, damn it!

Take that!

English subtitles by
Daniel Bird and Andrzej Zulawski