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AUTUMN GIRL

THE EVENTS DEPICTED IN THIS MOVIE
MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED.

The woman of the 1960s...

She should be fashionable, but modest.

Dashing, but modest.

Chic, but modest.
Focused on hearth and home.

-Gaberdine.
-Moire.

Crimplene.

-Taffeta.
-And damask.

-Don't step on cracks!
-Watch out!

Give me the keys.

Shit. Where did I put them?

Come on.

Fuck!

On your knees!

-You got a flashlight?
-For once, I didn't take it.

I've got a lighter.

Give me that.

Hold on.

Fuck. You're gonna set my hair on fire!

Careful.

Shit, I lost them again.

Magda!

Of course! It's Ms. Jędrusik.
So much noise at night!

We've lost the keys, Ma'am.

Why are you yelling?
You'll wake everyone up!

Why are you picking on me?
You know how to be nice.

You're drunk, kneeling on the street.

You should be ashamed of yourself!

Why me? What about my husband?

-Why do you always yell at me?
-Because you're a mouthy know-it-all.

Me? You're the meanest person
on the block!

Oh, no! Don't talk to me like that!

What are you laughing at?
Why didn't you say anything?

Kalinka, I don't get into spats
with gossiping bigots.

If you don't calm down,
I'll call the cops!

-You hear me?!
-No, I don't!

-Maybe you're too drunk to hear me!
-Maybe I am!

A TV star! A crazy woman,
that's who she is.

Why were you so quiet?
Like a queen's fart.

-Why didn't you say anything?
-Magda!

-Magda!
-What?!

-Is it the keys again?
-Yes!

Can I come over?

It's 3:00 a.m.

Oh, our angel.

At your service. Krzyś, go to bed.

Can we visit you tomorrow
with Ula and Piotruś?

Sure.

Froggy, dear Froggy!

We're home.

Kalina, how come you're so thin?

This is driving me crazy.
I eat nothing, but I'm still getting fat.

I'm not slim. I'm tightened at the waist.

I must go on a diet, because Janusz...

I'm not dieting.

-I'm afraid.
-Of what?

Of getting saggy tits
instead of a smaller ass.

-You're gonna eat this?
-Help yourself.

Shall we go?

Wait.

You know what?

I thought about dying my hair blonde.

You? Blonde?

You've always made fun of fake blondes.

I no longer do.

Use peroxide then.

It fucks up your hair,
but bleaches it well.

-What did Janusz do this time?
-Janusz?

Don't make a fool out of me.

What about this?

I'm not a pensioner
to perform in gaberdine.

It's crimplene.

What a lousy selection.

Stop complaining
or you'll sing naked for the miners.

They might like it.

That's it.

Perfect.

And I won't look like a nun?

I'll make you a smashing neckline.

40 zlotys per fucking meter!

I don't have this kind of money.

We'll take two meters, please.

I love you. Thank you.

This neckline would suit you.

Thank you.

-This is Jędrusik.
-Similar, but uglier.

-I'm telling you it's her.
-I've never liked her.

Switch on your smile, sweetie
Before you say a word

Before you shake my hand
Before you bow

Just switch on your smile

The flash of your smile
Will be an introduction

Your smile will add charm
To our conversation

Just smile like I do
If our connection

Starts with a smile
It will always be smiles

So switch it on, switch on your smile
Just like this!

I love you.

Really?

I'm just a kid.

A kid...

A rock star and a playboy.

A tramp who loves me.

Yeah. Would you believe that?

Fate just gives you
One set of features

And I was never thrilled with mine

But I learned to look
Like different creatures

When something was on the line

Now I have a set of various faces

That look so much better than mine

Oh, it's so good to know
How to be someone else

I knew how before our paths entwined!

I am always myself with you,

Little though it may be

I could never be anyone else
Than what you see

You strip my words of artifice

You make all my gestures plain

And make me a regular girl again

I am not so pretty

I don't want anyone to see

But when you look at my face
This is the way I want to be

Did you enjoy your date?

What date, honey?

With a proofreader?
It's more like hard work.

Not every writer goes away
to meet his proofreader in Kraków.

The girl's dead boring
if it makes you feel any better.

It surely does.

-Howdy!
-Hello.

-Coffee?
-I'd love some.

So would I.

Ireland crushed us 2-0.

But of course, they say we played better.

"We played better. So did the hosts."

-That's interesting.
-Everyone played better.

Shall I get it?

-Good morning, Mr. Marian!
-Hello!

Girls got out of control today.
Twenty postcards!

I can't help it.
The radio keeps playing my song.

My daughter puts it on full blast
whenever she hears your voice.

-Goodbye!
-Goodbye!

Kalina, there's growing competition.

"I love you and your voice--"

"I love you...

and your voice!

I can't sleep at night,
I keep thinking about you.

I beg you to send me
an autograph with a dedication.

I'm sending you my address.

You're groovy and gorgeous.

Jagoda from Grodzisk.

"Groovy and gorgeous."
I think I'll write it down.

Good afternoon!

-Don't step on black squares!
-Snails don't live there.

-They do! Don't crush them!
-What's for lunch?

-It looks weird.
-It's a recipe from Bombay.

From where?

From far away. You don't have to eat
if you don't want to.

It's tasty.

Where's Bombay?

You don't know that?
What do they teach you at school?

-I'm five. I don't go to school.
-That's an excuse.

Rather flimsy.

A quarter past two. It's Tadzio.

-It's so delicious!
-Hello?

No, wrong number.

Goodbye.

Tadzio is late. It's unlike him.

Are you gonna eat this?

4TH DECEMBER 1962 MINERS' DAY

Hello, comrade artists!

Hi.

Good evening.

It's nice to see you.

Hi! How's your mood?

Motivating stage fright.

I'm not scared. I sing after Jędrusik.
No one will listen to me anyway.

Kalina Jędrusik?

Yes. She makes such an impression
that nothing counts afterwards.

Oh, that.

Please meet my successor. Ryszard Molski.

He will run
the TV entertainment department.

-Mieczysława Burska.
-Hello.

Marek Nowakowski.

-And you, sir?
-I'll be working on the top floor.

I'll manage the entire TV station.

Wow, promotion. Congratulations.

-Is she here?
-Warming up in the dressing room.

But she can't be bothered.

She's a good friend of mine.
We used to perform together.

Oh, a fellow actor.

I mean, the boss now.

You're lucky. Jędrusik is a big star now.

-Not everyone can be her friend.
-Don't exaggerate, comrade Mikosz.

She's a normal girl,
who used to have a thing for me.

I'd love Jędrusik to have a thing for me.

Everyone, stand by!
The folk band, please go on stage.

-So, shall we go?
-To see Kalina?

To see the show.

I can't find my shoes!

And? How do I look?

You look fantastic.

But this cleavage, isn't it too revealing?

I must have a plunging neckline,
especially on stage.

I am short, my neck is short.

Without a plunging neckline,
I look like a mushroom.

-Maybe a little.
-A lot, not a little.

I know it, no need to be polite.

Jesus, it's time.

And I don't remember the lyrics.
This second stanza...

You know it by heart.

Give me a good luck kick.

My butt got so fucking big.

Kalina Jędrusik to the stage, please.

I'm going.

That was the folk band!

Coming up next: the biggest star tonight.

Dear comrades!

Covered in mining sweat
heroes of our homeland!

And you, honorable wives!

Please welcome,
by special request of the working class,

Kalina Jędrusik!

You have no fucking idea how I love this!

No, no, don't wake me!

My dream, so deep and carefree

Holds much more beauty

Than in your reality

Behind my closed lashes

My dream logic prevents

Your brutal logic from clashes

With my dream-world events

So don't bore me with your reality!

No, no, don't wake me!

Strolling through a meadow

With perfect legs in a dreamy swoon

My feet take root, I start to grow
And then become a bloom

On which a butterfly flutters
As light as a touch

But soon it grows weaker
Its flutters are too much

Exhausted it falls asleep
And turns into a man

With Freud's bearded tufts
Celluloid collar and cuffs

Freud falls in love with me
And I'm as happy as he

Thus Freudian slips I make
As long as I don't wake

-I adore you! Can I have your autograph?
-Sure, love.

Kalinka!

My sweetest...

Kalinka, you're so fine.

-Marian!
-I could eat you up.

I'm so unhealthy. Nothing but fat.

-Marian, come home.
-Nah!

You're like a doughnut.
I could eat you up.

I forbid you to eat me.

Your wife has dinner ready for you.

You have no shame!

-Leave our men alone!
-Thank you!

Howdy, Kalina, my dear!

Do I know you?

Kalina!

Come on. Don't you recognize me?

No.

We performed together on the Coast.

-Oh, that rings a bell.
-Molski!

Rysiek Molski.

Oh, Rysiek.

So nice to see you,
but I'm busy right now.

-I'll wait for you.
-Why?

I'd like to invite you to dinner.

-I'm going back to Warsaw tonight.
-My chauffeur will take you back.

Chauffeur?

I've become the director
of the TV entertainment department.

-You are fucking with me.
-No.

Fuck!

Director Molski invites you to dinner.

Thank you, but tonight,
I'm having dinner with my husband.

Are you?

I am.

-Are you sure?
-Absolutely.

But since you're my boss,
I'm sure we'll see each other a lot.

"Love has been a new thing for me.

So far, I've been interested
in boxing and science only,

because I had to be independent.

Now I'm like a person
who has nothing to do with money

and becomes the bank manager."

Actually, you always write about love.

And I do too, because I copy from you.

Interesting. I thought I copied from you.

I'm told Dygat copies from Konwicki.

And I'm told Konwicki copies from Dygat.

-Maybe you talk too much on the phone.
-We talk enough.

-Hello.
-It's the best artistic symbiosis.

Will you take care of me?

Ma'am, I'm already taking care
of a man named Tadeusz.

It takes me quite a lot of time.

Goodbye then.

Tadzio, it was a nice girl.

Pretty as a doll.

I can see that.

But I prefer beauty
lined with intelligence.

Bullshit, Tadzio.

A nice girl is a nice girl.

Kazio, you must learn a lot about life.

The best lessons are sprinkled with vodka.

-Three shots, please!
-That's true.

Before noon? We're not that extravagant.

Noon! The fucking rehearsal!

One moment, you idiot!
Can't you see I'm busy?

Go, woman!

Easy! You'll blow a gasket.

Ms. Kalinka, our star!

-Hello!
-You look so gorgeous!

-Have they started yet?
-They have.

-Are they furious?
-They'd be worried if you weren't late.

Shit! French lipstick is the best.

But it's impossible to get.

-So I've heard.
-I've got veal for you.

Not too much, just a taste.

Holy moly! Good afternoon, sir!

Thank you very much, Ms. Kalinka.

Where do you get the meat, ma'am?

Where do you get it? You hear me?

I have my ways.

Goodbye!

You should be ashamed of yourself
cozying up to her like this.

Why does she bother you?

This veal makes your brain mushy.

Hello!

Hello!

Autumn Girl, it's nice of you to drop by.

Jeremi was about to get
the reception lady to fill in for you.

You're in his bad books, I warn you.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.
I just don't own a watch.

-Your dress rehearsal is in ten minutes.
-Of course!

Let me.

Fuck, I upset him again.

Jeremi only looks angry.

-Not him.
-Then who?

-Our new boss.
-You met him yet?

-We used to perform together.
-And?

He was fucking hitting on me.
And he's not over me.

After the Miners' Day show,
he wanted to take me to "dinner".

-And?
-I didn't go.

He's such a bore.
Now I saw him in the corridor.

-He was sulking.
-People say good things about him.

One of us, an actor.

Aren't you overreacting?
There's nothing wrong with having dinner.

What if his dick jumps up
from under the table again?

Let's take him out for drinks
to SPATiF. What do you think?

-Maybe.
-Not "maybe", but "yes".

We need to get along with our boss.

Plus, he's a very nice guy.

He knows how much he sucks as an actor,

but at least, he's charming.

Don't fall in love with him.
What would Janusz say?

-You were right.
-About what?

I think Janusz is sleeping
with that dancer.

-Kamila.
-That ballet dancer with long legs?

But she's a cunt!

Cunt? She's a sweet girl.
And the best dancer in Warsaw.

The best in Warsaw? You idiot!

-She's a monster!
-Calm down.

I won't! Cheats like her
annoy the fuck out of me.

Cheats who pretend to be pretty.
She can't even dance.

She also has a hump.

This cross-eyed bitch. And bowed legs!

She does walk like that.

My dears, we're pressed for time.
We're going on air shortly.

Yeah, that's how she walks.

What are you working on?

-I'll tell you...
-Miss Marysia.

-She'll play in my movie.
-Staś despises work.

Kalina has to lock him up

like he's some dangerous freak,

so that he writes one line at least.

About what?

About love.

So much is happening in Poland,
and you won't write about the situation?

I'd never write a book
about the situation.

Attention, please!

Here we go. Camera!

Action!

As I look at you,
I see nothing else but you

I feel no shame

When I look at you

I look at you

When lying awake at night
I always am looking at you

Even when I look at others, I see you

Just like a sunset,
Or smoke on a distant parapet

Just like the rain falls
And beads on willow branches

When I look at you
With my gleaming green eyes

I put a seal on you
So you feel my eyes

I look at you so you can really see

And understand what it means
To truly look at you

Excellent, isn't she?

-At last.
-That was good. Great.

Good to see you, Rysiek.

Look, that dinner thing, it was awkward.

Don't be angry with me.

I thought you'd appreciate
my invitation, Kalina.

-I'm not just anybody.
-Yes, I know.

I don't want things
to be gloomy between us.

I'll make it up to you.

-Will you?
-Mhm.

-How?
-Let's go for drinks together!

-Everyone's going after the show.
-Everyone...

Rysiek, cut it out.
They all want to meet their new boss.

Come on.

Only because you ask me so nicely.

That's fucking great.

It's a wonderful team, you'll see!

SPATiF, good evening.

Holoubek? No, he's not here.

You haven't changed, Kalina.

-You're still so bewitching.
-Cut it out, Rysiek.

The whole audience stared at you
at the Miners' Day show.

You hypnotized, controlled them.

I always envied Kalina her charisma.

Don't exaggerate.

Your acting wasn't as bad as they say.

I'm not cut out to be an actor.

Maybe you were born to be a director.

I'm not like you, Kalina

-Come on.
-No, seriously.

You're beautiful and talented.
People adore you.

And there's something about you

-that is impossible to forget.
-Don't exaggerate.

Oh, fuck.

-What is it?
-Look at that fur!

Cut it out. You're way prettier.

But I don't have this fur.

-It must be awfully expensive.
-A star can't afford it?

-What country are we living in?
-You see.

Your TV pays pennies,
so stars can't buy decent clothes.

That's why they perform half-naked!

Exactly!

-You will get your fur.
-Really?

Come.

Come on!

This is a formal order.

I have no choice then.

-Good evening, Franio!
-Good evening, Henio!

Anything fresh left? Be frank.

Then I recommend a steak tartare.

I refuse to eat it.

In this case, I recommend fresh vodka.

This I won't refuse.

Let's go to the bar. Thank you, Franio!

You're welcome!

Dear Franio,
this lady would like to try the fur on.

I don't have one.
But I can fix something chic in a week.

-What are you looking for?
-Not buy. Just try on.

That fur over there.

This is not a fitting room.

In a way it is.

I can't. It belongs
to the ambassador's wife.

All right! Dear Franio.

I'll pay you handsomely for this service.

But I like my job.

-Don't you like me?
-I adore you, Ms. Kalinka.

-But I prefer my job.
-Really?

Fine! For old friendship's sake.

It's fucking awesome!

-Feel how soft it is.
-Come on.

Put it on.

And?

Dazzling.

What about me?

Well...

-Fucking gorgeous!
-Yeah?

-It's too tight.
-And this one's too big.

Let's swap!

I adore you, Kalina.

From now on, call me Stefan.

-Will you sing for me?
-What?

Sing for me, like in the studio.

I didn't sing. I pretended.
It was just lip-syncing.

Then sing for real now.

I don't want you
to hear me sing out of tune.

Go on, sing!

Sing, come on.

As I look at you

I see nothing else but you

As I look at you

I feel no shame when I look at you

Do you think you could love me?

No, I don't think I could.

Why not?

Stop it. Let's get out of here.

-Why not? I want to make love to you.
-Rysiek!

-Kalina, one night would be enough.
-No fucking way!

Stop it!

Get off me.

No fucking way!

-Stop!
-Why not? You screw everyone!

Rysiek!

I screw whomever I want.
And it's none of your business.

-Good night, Ms. Kalinka!
-Good night, Franio!

-Hello!
-Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Holy Mother of God!
What are you doing here, sister?

Am I dead or what?

No. As far as I know, you're still alive.

How did you walk in here?

I didn't walk in here, my child.

I'm appearing to you.

So? Are we just going to sit around?

I'll just plant a seed of anxiety in you,
and I'll disappear.

Sure, go ahead.

But why plant anxiety?

It's for you to find out.

-Hello!
-Hello.

Oh my God...

Fuck, I didn't know
Chinese was spoken here now.

This is Vietnamese.

I learnt some lovely phrases
from a delegation.

They are lovely. What else do you know?

It means "thank you".

Here...

Yes?

Yes, perhaps.

Please, stop begging me.
It makes me feel awkward.

Yes, I'm strict, but fair.
Everyone knows that.

It depends on what decision
I'm going to take.

Goodbye!

You're late as usual, Ms. Kalina.

"Ms."? What's this bullshit?

Ms. Kalina, you know
I think highly of you.

-I even adore you.
-I know, I know...

Can I get you anything?

-No need to.
-Coffee. With sugar.

But unfortunately,

I am forced to suspend your participation
in television shows.

Forced?

Who forces you?

Our nation.

-Our nation.
-Yes, exactly.

We receive letters of complaint.

People don't want to watch you.

May I ask why not?

They're indignant.

About your dress at the Miners' Day.

Your cleavage. Your cross.

You in your entirety.

Rysiek, you recently told me
people adored me.

Ms. Kalina.

Society refuses to watch you.

And society has expressed it
and just decided.

-What fucking society?
-We have.

Your husband has made you think
everyone loves you,

because he wanted you to become
a Polish version of Marylin Monroe.

And you believed it.

But the truth is,
people don't want you, Ms. Kalina.

I regret that your rare talent
will be wasted.

Yet, I have no choice.

Please, don't come
to this building anymore.

Well, well, Rysiek.

That's great.

This is your role of a lifetime.

Tadzio, I can't tell you
if your writing is any good.

You've told me I'm a bad critic
of people's writing,

especially your writing.

I'm a professional critic
of my own writing.

I'm quite sure I wouldn't write
such a great piece as you did.

What's wrong?

-He fucking fired me.
-What?

I'm not allowed in the TV building.

He wanted to fuck me,
but I refused, as you can guess!

Would you keep it down, please?

-Keep it down?
-I'm talking to Tadzio.

You always are!

Lucek, see how jealous she got?

That prick fired her from TV, get it?

Why?

Because she turned him down.

-You think it's funny?
-Sure.

Another jerk who can't resist you.

So it's my fault?

Don't be a baby. Give me that.

Is this all you have to say to me?

What else can I tell you?

Screw that sexually frustrated idiot.

-He made a fool of himself, not you.
-He fired me from TV.

Fine. He's just a pathetic clerk.

Today, it's Molski,
tomorrow, there'll be another one.

But you're one and only.
So don't be hysterical!

You know I don't like it.

-Call Jeremi.
-I won't call anyone.

Besides, the line's busy all the time.

You're a desirable woman,
men lose their heads over you.

Like Lucek. Hello?

What's gonna happen now?

I don't know. I'd like to kick his ass.

You heard that, Tadzio?

Let it go.

Have you seen my short story?

Which one?

The one I read
when they ask me what I'm working on.

The standby unfinished one.

-That's the one.
-I've got it.

I feel sad, I feel sad, I feel blah

The days drag on,
Stretch out like spaghetti

It was drizzling and windy,
The fog was heavy

You got wet, I got wet,
Even crows were dripping

Your "Yé-Yé" stockings were soaking

And my precious Beatle boots were leaking

But the worst thing of all -
You got grounded by your dad

I feel sad, I feel sad. I feel sad!

Thank you very much.

Don't you have a white one?

What do you need a towel for?

For Kazio Kutz.

Are you coming?

-Howdy, Kalina!
-Hello!

Here. You'll need it.

-I've already had a bath today.
-It's a prop for the book "Q&A".

Fuck if I know what to do with it.

Imagine. I'm a boxer, you're my coach.

And we're going to a fight.

Now I do feel like going there.

When I was writing Lake Constance,
I secretly suffered,

because the captivity in which our hero
finds himself is very effeminate.

Please, don't laugh, it's true.

Enslavement, also in its everyday sense,

is somehow embarrassing, inert,
effeminate, devoid of fighting spirit.

Back then, I really believed it.

Here's my question.

What do you think are the current trends
in Polish literature?

I don't know.

-You're joking.
-I really don't know.

No one does.

Writers simply write.

Maybe they have something to say?

Believe me, they often write
even though they have nothing to say.

They write to prove they're writers.

And not to lose their job.

But then, they create artificial problems,

artificial lives, characters.

You are being unfair!

Obviously, there are a few writers

with a big, authentic personality.

They write when they have things to say.

They don't represent trends,
but themselves.

Exactly! But what are these trends anyway?

Stop the fight!

Ladies and gentlemen, my coach thinks
this question is too hard for me.

It's pointless to keep fighting.
Thank you!

-He's so arrogant.
-Come on. He's charming.

Thank you!

Bergman's films, what's your opinion?

Good, I guess. It was awfully nice.

Thank you, goodbye!

-What do you think of Bergman's films?
-He left. Just like that!

-How do you do it?
-Do what?

You mock them. And they love you for it.

-Do I mock anyone? Kazio?
-Never.

I just don't take them seriously.

Neither them, nor myself.

There used to be fewer women here.

Nothing changed.

These are only drunkards and whores
who order Chicken Kiev and Peach Melba.

-What can I get you?
-A bottle of vodka. Make it two.

-Is that all?
-A glass of cognac.

I'll have Chicken Kiev
and Peach Melba as usual.

-Meet Maja.
-Maja Bzowska.

Maja graduated from Theatre School.

She'd like to have first-hand experience

of what real life looks like.

You shouldn't listen to Kazio.

He doesn't know too much about real life.

-Neither do we, actually.
-I adore you, gentlemen.

You're so extraordinary
in everything you do.

I might learn from you
till my last breath.

What an interesting idea.

-I wonder what my wife would say.
-Dear lady...

My husband's enormously busy teaching me.

Until my last breath.

Maja, I can teach you whatever you want.

-Will I get into a movie?
-Of course you will!

Of course, in a movie.

Here's cognac, great.

-There are no dates yet.
-Another round!

It's a good thing though.

We'll have the TV Theatre with Adam.

You're right.

Kalina, is it true?

-That Molski fired you.
-Baśka!

Why so harsh?

Did he? People talk about it!

He did, but it's so silly.

-I'm sure he'll ask me to come back.
-He will.

I'm sorry.

I got so upset.

Adam!

May I cut in?

Sure!

We can dance the night away!

I don't know the dates
of cabaret rehearsals.

So I'm all yours for now.

Kalina! I thought they'd told you.

Told me what?

You stepped on some really big toes.

-They told me to change you for--
-Stop it. I don't want to know.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

-Good evening!
-Where to?

-Straight ahead!
-Hop in!

Come on, silly girl!

This is the end. Bye, bye!

This is the end...

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Good night!
-Good night.

Oh, fuck.

THE PARTY LISTENS TO CITIZENS

Who does he think you are? Stupid prick.

He said our nation was indignant
about my dress.

So he had to sack me.

Vengeful son of a bitch.

What now?

I don't know.

-You must see him...
-...and sleep with him?

Why not?

Tell him what you think of it
instead of complaining.

Did you tell Janusz what you think
of cheating on you?

I'm sorry, Xymena.
I didn't mean to say that.

But you did.

-And you're probably right.
-Xymena!

Xymena!

It's good you're here.

I did some shopping.

What for? I did some shopping, too.

I bought bread, butter,
and eggs on credit.

I bought it on credit at the market place.
What now?

Eggs? We agreed
I'd bring you country eggs!

And veal, and a chicken.

Everything you ordered.

I ordered? I have no money, dear!

You told me to go shopping.

-Me?!
-Yes!

-You said: "Shopping before cleaning."
-What are you...

I came to town only to see you.
I won't leave without money.

Me neither.

There.

Fuck. Where's my husband?

The cleaning lady and the veal woman
are after me!

They need to be paid.

Staś. Will you talk to them?

-No, I'm not going there.
-Why not?

-Because I'm a man.
-Uh-huh.

He is scared of those women.

He thought you had money.

I don't. I'm broke.

So am I.

Me too. I'd give you money if I had it.

You're very nice.

But I'm more ambitious.

What are you doing here at this hour?

My phone's not working.

So I'm here to talk to Staś personally.

We can't stay here forever.

Who says we can't?

Good morning!

Why are you sitting here all alone?

-I won't leave without money. I'm owed.
-Me too. I won't leave either.

Easy, please.

All right.

Here you are.

Here you are. Is this enough?

Yes.

Goodbye.

It's so good you're here!
We got stuck in the room.

What do you mean "stuck"?

-Was the door jammed?
-What door?

The door to the room.

Sweetie, you're sometimes so silly.

Kalina, you're at the pool.
You have to swim.

I don't.

I can watch you swim.

So you'll be doing nothing?

I want to sit on the edge.

Lately, I've been doing nothing anyway.
Shopping and cooking.

For goodness' sake, Kalina!

Call Jeremi.

-He should stand up for you.
-I don't want to ask anyone for anything.

It's embarrassing.

You sound like Staś.

Stop pretending you don't care.

Leave me alone.

Let's go swimming at least.

I don't want to.

-Where are you going?
-Leave me alone.

I don't feel like swimming.

I'll leave you alone
if you make a promise.

-What?
-To call Jeremi.

You're obsessed.

Here's our star!

These pillbox hats are quite nice.

See how people devoid of love
Become enslaved by lust

How desire sweeps them down
To the depths where they drown

You'd better move from this path

And board the boat of love!

How love will dress you up
You'll be a real Petrarch!

Let your lady reap your love
Give it generously to her

Love will make you sigh
With delight at the wondrous sights

Ladies and gents, feelings are cheap
And easy for all to keep

Let go of lust! Let go of lust!
And turn to love, you must!

See how people devoid of love
Become enslaved by lust

How desire sweeps them down
To the depths

Where they drown.

You'd better move from this path
And board the boat of love!

How love will dress you up
You'll be a real Petrarch

Let your lady reap your love
Give it generously to her

Love will make you sigh
With delight at the wondrous sights

Ladies and gents -feelings are cheap
And easy for all to keep

Let go of lust! Let go of lust!
And turn to love, you must!

Kalina!

-Hi, Kalina! Hi.
-Oh, howdy!

Good evening!

-Wacław Turski. Good evening.
-Good evening.

Good evening.

-Come, tell us what happened exactly.
-What?

-Come, come.
-Wacek, what are you doing?

-You'll settle this.
-And you're crazy as usual.

Kalina, do you remember

Rysiek tripping during a show...

Good evening, Ms. Nina.
You look beautiful.

Thank you. It's nice of you.

Do you remember Rysiek tripping
and collapsing on stage?

You remember that?

You covered him with your dress,

talked nonsense to me,

and I replied something silly.

Did it really happen?
Rysiek says it didn't.

Not at all. Wacek, you're totally drunk.

You screwed it all up.
It was Waldek Górski.

Sorry, I have to go back.

How about a shot?

-No.
-Not for me, thanks.

-Howdy, Kalina!
-Howdy!

-How did you like it?
-A lot.

The girl's got a real talent.

These crew neck dresses are beautiful.

-You really liked them?
-Really. Why?

-It's not your style.
-It's not? Interesting.

You should show your tits like this!

Are you out of your mind?

I'm sorry, but you've left me no choice.

I'm out of practice,
but it was a fine knock-out anyway.

It must have been nice.

Once a boxer, always a boxer.

I really wanted to punch that prick too!

Don't do that!

Do what?

How does it look?

-What exactly?
-You either are a lady or get into brawls.

If I fancied boxers,
I'd have married my ex-sparring partner.

So a woman can't defend herself,
because it looks bad?

That's what men are for.
We're ugly anyway.

What's your fucking point?
Am I to lie down and smell nice?

I don't need you to save me.
I'll save myself, get it?

-Of course, it's Ms. Jędrusik!
-Do you get it?

Who else would yell at night?

No offence, but you can't save yourself
even from our prying neighbor.

What?

You have no bloody idea
what you're talking about.

Don't be ridiculous! Where are you going?

Fuck off!

Who else would make you feel
As bad as I do

Who else would bring
Such bad luck on you

Would poison your days
And sleepless nights

So perfectly as I do

Who else would make you stop grooming

Run half-shaved into the pouring rain

Who else would have the nerve
To hang around with a nothing like you!

Good evening.

In what other town, with what other dame
Would you endure and suffer the same?

How will you play this role again?

Who else will you trick
Into pitying your pain?

Who else would make you feel
As bad as I do

Who else will you leave
Like you left me?

Who else will wait up on sleepless nights?

Yes, it will always be me

I bet lots of money,
you won't make this call.

Watch me.

Hello, Jeremi!

Yes. Do you think...

you could meet me tomorrow?

In SPATiF.

Yes, perfect. At noon.

I'll be there. See you then!

I'm meeting him tomorrow.

You're stubborn as a mule.

That's true.

Don't breathe a word to Staś.

Hello!

Kalina, I'm sorry. I couldn't wait for you
in SPATiF any longer.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm glad I've found you here.

-Have you started rehearsals yet?
-Yes.

We're just opening our song shop.

What are they filming?

A news reel about us.

Look, Jeremi, I was wondering
if you could possibly--

Good afternoon, Mr. Jeremi!

What is she doing here?

Unfortunately, she's performing.

She isn't the new Autumn Girl, is she?

I'm so sorry.

I know it's not your fault.

You did what you could,
my most tender poet.

Rysiek!

You're a nasty prick.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye!

Ten.

Howdy! How did it go?

Howdy!

-Kalina! How did it go?
-Fine.

Eight ever, nine never. Bravo!

What did Jeremi say?
Are you back on TV?

You were not to talk about it
in front of Staś.

Jesus, stop being afraid of him.

What the fuck? I'm not afraid of him.

Don't be mad. I'm asking how it went.

It didn't!

-You were probably late.
-Stop fucking scolding me.

-You are always late.
-Yes, I am!

I am. What do you care?

-Kalinka, you have to do something.
-No, I don't!

I'll call Jeremi.

-Yes, I met him.
-And?

-Can you tell me how it went?
-No.

You'd better go now.

What are you saying?

Go pack your things.

It's over now, you can go!

There's nothing to regret

You and I together

Were like on a stage

Nothing much between us

No memories are left

We had nothing but love

That fell victim to theft

In a day we will meet no longer

In a week the wide world we'll wander

In a month our wounds will cure

In a year… it's crazy, but we'll endure

We'll find some way to get through it

It will never be so bad again

But I have one request

If I am not able to become stable

And beg you from afar to come back

Don't ever return

-Pass.
-Pass.

One might shout: "Warsaw is on fire!"

Yet, please stay calm.
These are not flames, but neon lights.

Look, this is Kalina Jędrusik!

I saw her on TV.

-Everyone says she has a lover.
-Are her eyelashes false or real?

She's all dolled up.

I've heard she's really mean.

You want a candy?
Mum gave us the whole bag.

Delicious, here.

The silver screen gains new fans.

Unsurprisingly, they buy TV sets
in large numbers.

Rehearsals for The Elderly
Gentlemen's Cabaret continue.

The veil of secrecy
covers details of the show,

but we can tell you
the cast features some new faces…

La, la, la, la!
It follows me day and night

"La valse du mal", this little waltz
That wants to ruin me

Angry with me, distrusting me
Knowing my schemes

But nobody, not even this waltz
Can stop me

The dahlias are fading, the days pass by

I'm slowly floating away
"La valse du mal"

It torments me
And takes such bad care of me

"La valse du mal"

This happy little waltz
That wants to ruin me

I grew to like it when I hit bottom

As I slowly twirled the glass in my hands

Its naive melancholy consoled me

When I was discouraged
When there was no more hope

La, la, la, la!
It follows me day and night

"La valse du mal"
This little waltz that wants to ruin me

Hoping that I'll not pack it in again

And stay with it with all my baggage
In this city where no one loves me

"Women have a wide repertoire

of defensive-aggressive sighs.

Formally, the sighs
are supposed to express the idea

that women are weak,
helpless, and tortured,

and yet, they contain
a secret, ultimate...

insult."

Maybe you should write more about men?

Apologize to Henio!

Right now!

Or you'll get into trouble.

Leave him alone, old bitch!

Stay out of this! He's not your son!

-Look at me.
-Ouch.

Apologize to him.

Leave him, fucking old cunt!

He must apologize to my son.

-Anything to apologize for?
-No.

-Then don't.
-I won't.

Come on, Henio. Let's go.

This woman's crazy.

The look on his mum's face
when you showed up!

-What was it about anyway?
-He said planes couldn't land on water.

-But they can, right?
-Right!

You did very well.
Let's go, it's too cold.

-Can I touch up my make-up?
-Sure, come in.

What is it? You're soaking in a tub
while we're dancing!

I don't feel like dancing.

-Are things that bad?
-I don't know what's wrong with me.

Nothing's wrong with you.

Kalina, he's crazy.

He runs around TV and fires people.

Yesterday, he fired Nina.

-Nina who?
-His secretary who speaks Vietnamese.

What for?

What for?

Don't give him the satisfaction
of thinking about him.

Come on, let's dance.

I'll just finish my cigarette.

-I fucking love you like this!
-Like what?

Dangerous!

Good morning, Ms. Kalina!

You can't go in!

Authorized personnel only!

Please leave the building!

You'll get into serious trouble.

-Xymena, come on!
-Kalina? What are you doing here?

I'm here to talk to Molski. Come with me.

-Why me?
-I need you.

-Leave me fucking alone, sister.
-Kalina, stop it.

-That nun keeps following me.
-This is Jadźka Zawadzka, an actress.

You're right.

See what that prick has driven me to?

I'm sorry. I took you for a different nun.

-I'm going in.
-What's your plan?

I'll berate the asshole.

Lovely. What am I to do?

-Nothing.
-So why have you dragged me here?

I need to know you're here.

-I'm supposed to stand here?
-Yes.

-And that's it?
-That's it.

Wrong number!

I'm going in.

Why did you fire her?

Nina?

What harm did she do to you?

It's not your business. Get out!

What's wrong with you?

You plan to ruin every woman
who turns you down?

She's not every woman.

You've fallen in love?

Fuck, you can't even fall in love
like a normal man.

She's not like you.

-Oh?
-Uh-huh.

Meaning what?

Vulgar. And provocative.

Sure.

She's subtle and saintly.

Interestingly enough...

we both met the same fate.

You have some nerve!

That's true.

And I'll be back.

-Whether you like it or not.
-Good luck.

Ms. Jędrusik!

I'm here to talk
to comrade Molski about you.

You've won.

The poll conducted by Express Wieczorny.

It's great success!

You've won the Golden Mask!

It's still unofficial,
I got a call from the Editor-in-Chief.

Our nation was angry with you,
but now they love you!

So, Ms. Kalinka?

You think we can have a deal?

-I'll think about it.
-Anything you want.

All right, but...

-Under certain conditions.
-Comrade Molski will handle everything.

First, a small pay rise.

It's getting cold
and this coat is too flimsy.

I could use a fur.

I want to see the contract
on my desk today, Molski.

Hello!

-Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.
-Don't push in!

I won't spend the whole day here!
You can wait if you want.

This is Kalina Jędrusik!

If you're so important,
what are you doing here, lady?

-Buying bread? Don't think so!
-Of course not. Buying champagne.

Drinking champagne so early!

I bathe in champagne.

-134 zlotys.
-Keep the change.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Goodbye!

Tadzio, I have to stop you here.

Because Kalina has just come home.

With two bottles of champagne.

No, I can't see any caviar.

But she looks pleased with herself.

Oh, you heard that?

Tadzio says I'm a monster.

But he understands you,
because he loves me too.

Hold on, Tadzio.

I'll call you back.

I'm brimming with sex
Hot as a Sirocco

I'm brimming with sex
That can't be resisted

Sexiness fills my breasts
and swings my hips

Sets fire to my lips

I'm brimming with sex
I have set aflame

Many scores of hearts
They burn like sparks

Men engulfed by my fire

Won't sleep or find rest

But as they slowly burn on my pyre

I suffer as well
While they are in my thrall

Yet I have not just a body
But also a soul

Alas my sexiness
Overgrows my soul like a weed

So no one can guess
What sits underneath

So I dream of him
Who can bring back the whole

And uncover the light of my soul
Beneath my sexiness

To him I will gladly confess
Both soul and sexiness!

Both soul and sexiness!

Why does the evil finger of fate
Punish me with excess?

For what sins does my super-femininity
Torture the senses of men?

If my cleavage is slightly daring
Men drop dead from just staring

If my hips twist just a bit
Slain libidos lie down and submit!

I'm brimming with sex
Hot as a Sirocco

I'm brimming with sex
That can't be resisted

Sexiness fills my breasts
And swings my hips

I'm brimming with sex
I have set aflame

Many scores of hearts
They burn like sparks

Men engulfed by my fire
Won't sleep or find rest

But as they slowly burn on my pyre
I suffer as well while they are in my thrall

Yet I have not just a body
But also a soul

Alas my sexiness
Overgrows my soul like a weed

So no one can guess
What sits underneath

So I dream of him
Who can bring back the whole

And uncover the light of my soul
Beneath my sexiness

To him I will gladly confess
Both soul and sexiness!

Both soul and sexiness!

PRESENTING MARIA DĘBSKA AS KALINA JĘDRUSIK

SPECIAL THANKS TO THE FAMILY
OF KALINA JĘDRUSIK FOR SUPPORT AND TRUST.

Subtitle translation by Magdalena Cedro
Songs translation by Frank L.Vigoda