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MISS NOBODY

Mom!

Mommy!

Mommy!

That's life for you. That means you'll bear children.

If you bear as many

as I have, you'll put on weight.

The Lord God made women that way,

so that mankind wouldn�t die out.

We can move to town.

The foreman has fixed you up with a school.

They still hold me in regard.

- Have you brought any? - Sure.

I'm parching with thirst.

Angel of God, My Guardian Angel,

Always stand by me.

Morning, evening, daytime, nighttime,

Always be there to help.

Guard my soul and my body

And lead us to Eternal Life,

amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

They hold dad in high regard.

Hardworking that he is.

If he drank less, we'd be millionaires.

What about my rabbits?

Dad will butcher the meat and we'll pickle them.

Grade School in Walbrzych

- I'm sorry. - Get lost.

Is that seat vacant?

Want to pick her up, Ziebinski?

Beat it.

- My name's Ewa. And yours? - Marysia.

Lovely name.

You're straight from Paris?

No. We lived 20 km away from here.

The dress looks as if it came from Paris.

Could be.

Our neighbor got it in a package,

sold it to Mom, who altered it for me.

What is it? Gossips or class?

Gossips about our post office,

where our new friend got a dress from Paris,

which must've been shelved there for 10 years.

Come to the blackboard to be grilled.

- Are you going to draw? - I can.

Quiet!

What're you going to draw?

You don't have to, but what's the chalk for?

What's your name?

Marysia Kawczak.

So Kawczak made fools out of us. Why, that's his sis,

- Kawczaks are a dime a dozen. - Keep quiet!

Your 60-meter dash time?

- Didn't you run in school? - Yes, we did.

No one clocked it?

And high jump?

Yes, I did.

- How high? - I don't remember.

That high?

Not that high.

Show me with your hand.

Can't you hold out your hand?

- What happened to her? - It's obvious.

Don't just stand there. Sit down.

This is no circus. Time for class. Get up!

Squat. Hands out! Straighten up! Hands down! Practice!

One, two, one, two, etc.

No one died and I'm not crying.

That's what you wanted to ask?

How did you know?

I heard your thoughts. That's the way I am.

What a funny face.

May I call you Funny Face?

OK.

Kasia.

What were you laughing at?

No idea. I don't remember.

Shall we come in?

- We can. - Let's, then.

- I'll kill myself. - What's up?

- Look. - Very pretty.

I wish I'd taken some dough, dammit.

- Gosh, how expensive! - No matter.

Ask that sales lady if they have Gone With The Wind?

Good.

Excuse me, do you have Gone With The Lint?

- What? - Gone With The Lint?

A girl asks if we got Gone with the Lint.

- Gone With The Wind. - You don't?

- No. - Thank you very much.

Mary, Mother of the Savior, pray for me.

Mary, Queen of Poland, pray for me.

Mary, Refuge of the sinners, pray for me.

Mary, Mother of the Savior... etc.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

You hid in my doorway.

I returned the album. It wasn't worth your fright.

Mom told me to return at once. I must go.

Wait. You're soiled all over. You can't walk in town like that.

I have a friendly brush. Come, don't be scared, or else I'll lose patience.

This 'Be kind to animals day' can't last forever.

- A doctor lives here. - Not 'a doctor' but my mom.

Come on in.

Here's the brush. The bathroom's over there. Need any help?

No.

Gosh, was I stupid.

She's no Gypsy but your regular rich girl.

A doctor's daughter to boot.

Dear God,

I've never asked you for anything.

Have Kasia like me, please.

I've never had a girl friend or someone to talk to.

I could to her. I feel it.

Oh, God, hear me out!

Dzhiggy? I beg you.

Don't bother me.

What else do you want? I've given you everything.

No, no!

No that. You won't get that.

Great! We'll both conk out.

And you too. Got that? You too!

- What're you doing here? - Here's your brush.

The pleasure is the brush's.

This is no way to live.

You're scared to walk up to the window.

It takes half an hour in an elevator to get to the field.

When the gas explodes, everything will go to blazes.

- Gosh, how high it's here! - You're wearing those tights?!

Take them off immediately! Come here! Quick!

I bought them for the examination day,

not to wear them out every day.

the money I got has to last us for everything.

Don't you get it?

Excuse me.

We've been admiring the color of your ballpoint. Beautiful indeed.

- Quite plain. - No,

like the eyes of a mad gay's lover on a moonlit night.

Queen Jadwiga's robe taken out of the casket.

Or the tongue of a degenerate after he's drunk denatured.

Hi, Funny Face. Take your things and move in with me.

You look lovely today.

Lila, sweetie, could you move out?

Should I say it again?

Yesterday, I wrote a fantastic piece of music.

Beats Japanese halvah.

I called it

Faces of My Funny Face.

I slept only four hours, but not to worry.

Once, I didn't sleep for three days and nothing.

You make faces of genius.

It beats creamed strawberries.

- You like strawberries? - Uh-huh.

Who's laughing?

Why were you laughing?

Say you're cheerful.

- Because I'm cheerful. - Very logical...

Who's this logical girl?

My name's Marysia Kawczak.

I moved in just two days ago along with parents and siblings.

Are there many of them?

Fewer than 100 but more than 3.

Four, I take it. Where from?

Krzesz�w, but I'd been to Paris before,

where I bought an atrociously pass� dress.

Fashionable or not, it's so relative, no?

Dear God! I'm blathering. I must be crazy.

Interesting. Your mark for Polish?

- May I lie? - Feel free.

B. I've always dreamed of A.

We'll see. And the last book you read?

- Works of Pascal. - Works of Pascal.

A for courage.

Your next grades will be

for grammar and required reading.

You may sit down.

Tell me what am I carrying and where?

No way. You have too many blinkers.

- None whatsoever! - You faith at least.

Not a word! You may be severely punished.

Exactly. So God is a soulless tyrant.

Don't blaspheme!

- You blaspheme! Stop it. - Not me! You do.

What's this collection of sins to dump before the priest?

And then 10 Hail Mary's and it's over and done with.

What should I do? If the priest told me to come

to Mass every day, I would.

Got rather than a priest created you to try to size up to His wisdom.

To set you free in the first place. Get it?

Free, free, free!

Forgive me, Father, for I've been lying to my mom

and don't help around the house.

I love Mom, my sisters, dad, and brother.

But Kasia, most of all.

Don't have her go to Africa this year.

Keep her here or else I won't see the beauty

and won't get to know myself.

Give me another year with Kasia,

and I'll be obedient and good.

I promise to kneel down here for an hour every day,

Jesus, the Moly Mother,

Lord God, I can't any more. Forgive me.

Imagine you're a big truck

and your conscience is her driver.

He knows not what he's carrying,

and can't stop and peek under the tarpaulin.

The only way to learn is to veer off the main road

and guess what you're carrying

by the way the load shifts.

Kasia thinks this is on target.

Her father has a truck?

I don't know.

A Frenchman, he lives in Africa, but is not black.

A physician in Tunesia once, her mother met him there.

He wanted to marry her but she wouldn't.

Kasia has never seen him,

but they often call each other and talk French.

They have a phone.

Qui,

means yes.

Jamais, means never.

Je t'aime, I love you.

Je t'aime mon papa, I love you Dad.

You've stolen his sweater?

- I had nothing to wear to school. - You had to wear his sweater?

- Did you hear that? - What?

Take off your pants. Your girl has nothing to wear in school.

- Really? - Qui.

Yes. Show me.

Very pretty. You got an A.

Why did you trip her up?

None of your business. You're obstructing my line of vision.

Why did you trip her up?

Why?

Magda ordered me.

Not true! He's lying!

Kasia, put it back!

You'll talk to your homeroom teacher.

Quiet, class!

Take him to the nurse.

Kasia, come here.

Why did you hit him?

He tripped up Marysia Kawczak.

- Is that what you call justice? - This is justice.

- The law of the jungle. - Exactly.

- But we're in school. - Makes no difference.

- How can you, Kasia? - How?

That's how! What Kasia?

Since when am I Kasia? I couldn't care less!

This is your paragon, sitting quietly wherever you put it.

But it has a bird brain and is stuffed.

I won't let anyone stuff me, I promise.

No one!

Quiet, all of you.

I'll have to talk to her mother. This is beyond the pale.

If crazy, she should be institutionalized.

Back to your drawings, please.

- Hi! Ziebinski lives? - He does.

- I was scared I'd broken his nose. - Come on in.

Bragged about Pascal. Read this, then.

I have to record percussion.

It's in French!

It sucks!

I've come to a frightful conclusion:

Way too intelligent to become a great composer,

I have no one to talk to about it.

If you knew a little about music...

but you're into flowers, angels, birds...

Can't you imagine something when you play?

That's what I need. A sound is a sound.

Not enough?

The content of music is its form

which narrates with formulaic means.

A crystal void. And that's that.

When you play, I'm sometimes sad and at other times, happy. Why?

That's as if I said,

"Gosh, how lovely you look today!"

- Really? - Like a cross-eyed bullfrog.

I'm not cross-eyed at all.

Speaking is like pressing keys, as in music.

Every sentence is another key.

Gosh, how lovely you look today,

like a cross-eyed bullfrog.

- Is you mother home? - No.

- Won't you ask me in? - Yes, sure.

So this is your famed kingdom.

A small ruined duchy rather.

- You play by ear? - No, I put down my first idea.

- I carry the rest in my head. - I envy you.

It's wonderful to be talented.

- No, it's terrible to be talented. - I don't get it.

Talent is a raw wound that must be reopened.

- Why? - Or else it'll heal.

You'll come to a sorry end.

No happiness for black sheep.

You're a white one, right?

I guess so.

- Are you happy? - Me?

Yes, I am.

You're lying.

Happy?... And you can't stand your husband?

You're being boorish.

And you're a cheat of the worst kind,

who cheats herself.

You snotty shit. How dare you?

Sit down and listen up.

I like you so it'll be for your own good.

- I'll scream! - Go ahead.

This room is soundproof and willing to hear.

I'm mad and can ever kill you!

Calm down, my child, I beg you.

Let's talk normally, please.

Mary, Refuge of sinners, pray for us.

You know it correctly. My marriage is on the rocks.

The school's the death of me.

Where will I go if I give up home and work?

To look for happiness around the corner?

If not one then the next?

I was also very ambitious when I was young.

I chose biology to discover a vaccine

to free people from suffering and disease.

Hardly had I passed my last exams,

than I was head over heels in love.

But it was unrequited love.

I fell on my knees and begged him,

but he left and I had no reason to live.

Hadn't my roommate in the dorm returned earlier,

I'd have died.

May I touch them?

Poor darling, who was it for?

He was so handsome.

Hadn't Antek taken care of me then,

I'd have done it again.

Antek is your husband?

He's so good to me. We have a lovely boy.

Oh, my dear, forgive me. I'm so sorry.

Darling, I apologize to you.

You're right. I'm not happy at all.

I don't even know what happiness is.

You got one life and the morat duty

to be true to your own self.

That's all there is to it. I've given it some thought.

Happiness is a harmony of your demons inside.

A harmony of demons?

What do I know about it? I just teach biology.

Listen to me, dear.

Promise me to be a good girl till the end of school year.

It's barely 5 weeks away.

Promise.

Good. I will be if you want it so much.

Thank you, darling.

Outta here. Say hello to Mom.

Thank you, darling.

The silly goose has doused herself with a tank of perfume.

Don't! She's our homeroom teacher.

Look, child, at these bloody scars.

But for Antek my dry bones would've rotten in the grave long ago.

- But she's really unhappy! - So what?

Every night duty my mom treats three of that ilk.

It's called emotional blackmail.

You don't fall for me? I'll kill myself.

You're a pig!

And you're like all the rest.

You'll hate me too?

I see it in your eyes.

Get out! And leave me alone!

What do I say when Ms. Trauman asks about Pascal?

Only life separates us from heaven and hell,

the most fragile thing of all.

Is that all?

Say that you live and die alone.

You live and die alone.

Only when you got nobody?

Want to be my sister?

Sure.

You know how bad I am.

Not true. You're wonderful.

Why are you crying?

I don't know.

You recalled something?

Something hurt me.

Hand? Leg or belly?

No. It's the music.

So beautiful.

That's why you cried?

- My pretty one, really? - Yes.

You're marvelous. I adore you.

My dear Funny Face,

do you want to be my sister?

Yes.

Say: sis.

Sis.

I love you. Do you love me?

I do.

Why I, so stupid and with three dresses to my name,

am always happy and glad to be alive.

And it's even better when the sun is shining.

Whereas Kasia, so rich, smart,

and having all she wants,

is never satisfied,

forever thinking about useless things.

Such thoughts never cross my mind.

Manure in large supply.

From Zgorzelec.

Dung for sale!

From Zgorzelec.

Road help.

From Zgorzelec.

Here's Zgorzelec! Dung help, road help, etc...

Don't laugh at her. It's a sin.

I don't. Just practicing. This is my future.

Why are there so many mentals in the world?

- There are two schools of thought. - Schools for mentals?

No. Some think these are disturbances of mental origin,

others, of mechanical origin. Mental as madness originates from thinking,

with which I'd agree.

Whereas the majority thinks it's quite normal

and call mentals those

who are too weak to pretend or don't know how to.

He should call me now.

Yes?

I'm detestable.

I keep lying to him.

You're all to blame.

I haven't written a single note since I met you.

I'm revolting.

Save your skin!

Run, little sister.

I'm begging you.

I won't leave you now.

Run away from me!

I'll kill you!

Let go!

I'll kill you, bitch!

Let go of me!

Kill me, then!

Come here!

- What happened? - Dzhiggy wanted to kill me.

This is it.

He's hated you from the start. When i saw you first,

you were so meek and innocent,

so I did it for you.

He hates you and threatened

I wouldn't finish my piece for dad if I didn't dump you.

Sister,

tell me who he is.

A boy.

- Where did you meet him? - As a child,

I was always alone; Mom touring the world.

So I invented a playmate and called him Dzhiggy.

When I did something bad, I'd blame it on him,

and no one yelled at me. Next I went to music school and forgot about him.

I turned out a child prodigy and everyone admired me

till, in the 5th grade, I decided to become

- the greatest composer of all time. - And?

Then troubles started.

I'd sit at the piano to a complete block.

It went on for months.

I dropped out of school and moved in with my grandma in Sob�tka.

I'd often come here. This is a bear,

carved about a 1000 years ago.

Or an altar rather.

Ages ago, they made offering here of girls like us.

Once, I fell asleep here and saw him.

He owned to having written all my compositions, but,

bored with the acoustic piano, he preferred a keyboard instrument.

I woke up in the grass.

It turned out that I'd fallen on my head from here.

The next day I wrote my dad and he sent me a Yamaha.

I resumed composing with best results,

but I couldn't help feeling I wasn't alone.

- You think it was him? - Yes.

He ordered me to wear Gypsy dresses till I die.

Or else he'd take the key and leave.

- What key? - To the land of music.

Could I see him, I'd deal with him.

Did he show up when you fell on your head?

Uh-huh. Here.

Funny Face, are you all right?

Never mind.

My landing must've been too soft,

or I'm nobody to him.

Good evening.

Pull up your skirt.

Lie down.

Dad, don't. I couldn't come earlier.

Kasia got sick and I took care of her.

It's a bald-faced lie!

- I won't do it again. - Pull up your skirt!

Quiet, or you'll wake up Zenus.

Pull it up and stick your ass in the air...

or else I'll lash you in the kisser!

Hit me again and I'll open the gas valve tonight

and poison all of you.

Swear to God, I will.

I can't stand it. Kill!

Take an ax and kill me.

You'll have meat for dinner. Better than the rabbits.

Leave her alone. She's nuts!

I'll beat some sense back into her head!

Don't touch shit, or you'll step in it.

Look at her. She's not our girl anymore.

See?

An artist from a cuckoo's nest.

Our Marysia had longer hair...

a flat nose, and was shorter.

- What's she's doing here? - How would I know?

She's just come here.

I'm going to our kids.

I'll let you jump!

Go to sleep.

Night is the time to sleep.

You think that Dzhiggy is my enemy...

whereas he's part of me.

Be destroying him, I'll destroy my world within.

I'll be an empty shell.

Why is he so ugly, then?

I may be too inside...

but I've changed for the better.

Thanks to you.

You've given me so many new experiences.

I wish I'd give you something.

If you could see the beauty he's showed me.

Show it to me.

No, not yet.

Show me, please.

All right. I'll take you there.

Where?

To hell.

I've been thinking about you all day long.

You still would like to see what I wouldn't let you?

I do.

- You won't be scared? - No, I won't.

Come.

Come on.

Now spit.

- Where? - In here.

What have you done to me? My dear God!

Cool it!

Leave me alone! Get away from me!

Stop it! Funny Face!

- Funny Face darling! - Go away!

Funny Face, darling!

- Why did you do it to me? - Stop it, stupid!

Get away! Leave me alone!

You thought it was going to be easy?

To get to hell by dodging the fare?

You swore not to hate me. Stew in your own juice.

- I'm through with you. - Kasia! Kasia!

Was it him told you to do it?

Tell me! Was it Dzhiggy?

Kasia? What Kasia?

I ate your Kasia a year ago. She was yummy.

What's the matter?

What happened?

Mom! Come quick!

Take off your clothes. Quick!

Father, get me socks. Quick!

The warm ones.

Lie down!

Dry her on it.

Give me your tootsies.

She's shaking so.

What about Kasia? Why is she skipping school?

She's taken ill. It's very complicated.

- That's quite like her. - You'd rather see her dead, huh?

- I'm not the way you think. - What do I think?

- Maybe the same that you do? - Yeah? Seems to me

- that you're a fine girl. - Funny.

That's what I think of you.

- Do you want a ride? - No.

- I don't live here. Why? - This is Kasia's place. I'll wait.

- It may take quite a while. - That's all right.

- Bye. - I'll wait.

Kasia's died.

Trying to take me in?

I like your sense of humor.

You lay low...

and I, moron, couldn't figure out your number.

Kasia, a quick study stole you away.

You're wonderful.

- A very nice spot, this. - Yes, indeed.

- Dreadful, though. - That's right.

But pleasant anyway.

Give me a chance, please.

What do you want from me?

- Nothing but... - That's too much.

You can have a half.

- Take me to hell, Ewa. - I knew it.

Anything you say.

Why, he has all the authorizations.

Find him, then.

He may be in Poznan.

- No, I won't... - Hello, Dad.

Meet my new friend Marysia.

Bogdaj. Glad to meet you. The soup is superb.

Yes, I'm back.

Hi, Mom. My new friend Marysia.

Hi, guys. Have a good time. Outta here.

There's this thing... Wait. I forgot...

- Tonight. Bye. - That's my mom.

No. In an hour.

Artur?

Tomorrow in Nowy Targ.

I'll bring the material...

- Shall I serve lunch? - No, no.

So you've met my folks.

Try this on.

Or this.

This is great. Put it on.

- No, I can't. - It's yours now.

I can't stand seeing you suffer in one and the same dress.

And your panties? Why, your father is a miner.

Miners earn a lot of money.

With the seven of us living off one pay?

It's wasteful to buy clothes for me...

at the rate I grow.

Take this dress at least, please.

What will your mom say?

She doesn't know my things, only hers.

We're pals, aren't we?

Yeah.

As it happens you have little...

whereas I, plenty.

Not that you're to blame, or I deserve it.

I feel so wonderful that I could die.

- Been sleeping? - I'm suffocating!

- Don't stare at me so. - How?

It's so strange that I'm getting scared.

I'm afraid myself.

- Did you have a bad dream? - Yes.

It's terrible. Don't make those eyes, please.

Hell?

What am I to blame for?

"Nothing," I hear inside.

If nothing yet...

will I be to blame, then?

That film was super!

About a broad who killed men and was killed by another...

a cop in disguise.

She had a fine tiny pistol that blew off...

a half of the other's head.

She'd offered her cigarettes...

that were the gun that offed the fucking broad.

Mind your language.

She had her last bullet in case she missed the other...

who had a big gun with lots of bullets...

- You said your prayers? - Of course.

- When? - Before the TV.

You don't say so! On your knees!

Our Father, Thou art in heaven Hallowed by Thy name...

- Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done... - And Angel Divine...

On earth as well as in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread...

And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those...

Who trespass against us. And lead us not unto temptation...

Phooey! It's not good.

No licking or I'll tear out your tongue.

Done.

Look in the mirror.

Our faces so strange and alien.

You're the most beautiful girl in the world.

No, you're more beautiful.

So much that I could eat you.

I could eat you too.

I love you.

I love you even better.

We'll conquer the world, but you must obey me.

I will.

Our photos will grace the major covers.

We'll be spending a million dollars a year, I promise you!

Our princesses have come for a visit. Welcome!

God, am I dreaming?

Would that it stayed this way for ever. Never to come back.

Oh, mommy! Good to see you.

I was going to mail this check for $ 100, 000.

The professor's waiting in Vienna and says...

that Zenus will recover his sight in two weeks.

Buy yourselves a house and garden in the country...

and the rest will be your petty cash.

This is for you Tadzio: $ 100 for ice cream.

Bye, my darlings.

I won't give you a ride, since I'm very busy here.

Bye. I'll call you.

Would that it were this way to ever.

Not to go back...

Let's play orders. We'll take turns ordering this and that.

It can be fun.

Not quite, since an order can't be canceled.

Even by the one who's said the word order.

Aren't you scared?

And if I order you to jump under a train?

I'll do it.

You serious?

I swear to obey your every order. And you?

So do I.

You may regret this some day.

See that guy with flowers?

Uh-huh.

You will kiss his hand and take away the flowers.

Oh, no! He'll take me to the police.

- Say another one. - Order!

You're a swine!

You're mean!

Gosh, how wonderful! I'd kill for them.

- You don't say so! - I'd take them to my sister in hospital.

She's all burned and may not survive.

- How did she get burned? - With boiling water.

Give me the flowers, pretty please.

I've seen prettier ones. You know where?

I have no money.

I'll give you some.

No, I want these.

Something tells me Kasia will recover if she gets them.

- Don't you pity a poor burned girl? - Beat it!

If I don't get them at once...

I'll tell your sweetheart you've got me with child.

Get away, shitass, or you'll regret it.

I love you! I love you! I'm pregnant. I love you!

Here! Get lost!

Gently does it. Thank you very much.

Wonderful! Phooey!

That's the way to treat guys. You're an angel.

- Here. - What?

On your knees for half an hour, your hands up!

No sitting on your haunches!

I'll give you anything you want. A $ 100!

Cancel it, please. Not today. Tomorrow.

On your knees!

- This is an order. - Not so high.

Just this way.

- Show me your watch. - It's 4:30 pm.

Till 5:00.

Phooey! It stinks here!

Bye, darling. I'm leaving.

- How despicable can you get? - You don't know me yet.

May I chase the flies away?

Not allowed.

Crawling on my nose! Chase them away!

- I don't feel like it. - You pig! I hate you!

- How long yet? - Twenty three minutes.

- You look lovely. - Fuck off!

Mind your French!

Swine, moron! I hate you!

- So sorry for you, my dear. - I can't any more.

- I'll faint. - Hang in there.

Cancel the order, please.

My little miserable Ewa.

Be grateful it's only half an hour.

- Yuck! - Yuck!

Eye for eye, spit for spit!

Marysia, please, help me.

- How? - Hold up my hands for a spell.

I'd rather keep mine in my pocket.

- I won't hold on. - You'll break the pledge then.

End to our friendship. And you'll never retaliate.

You'll see.

- I will. - I know.

See how kind to animals I am?

- Say thank you. - Like shit!

- I'll take it off! - No! Thank you.

How long yet?

Seven minutes.

I won't hold on.

Hang tough.

Enough. Let me gloat over your suffering.

- Only one minute left. - You witch!

Let me taste your tears.

It's over.

My poor darling.

I know now what way I really am.

No trade school...

but an entrance exam to junior high.

- You? - Yes.

I got all the questions and answers already.

After high school to college. Philosophy will be best.

Rich guys are awful snobs. They don't marry dressmakers.

A rich guy needs a beautiful and educated wife...

who speaks foreign languages.

The world is divided into two unequal parts.

The intelligent rich help one another...

and stick together because they're few.

And millions of stupid wretches fight and bite one another.

It will stay this way...

as there are ever more people and less and less to share.

You know what? Honesty doesn't pay.

What're you talking about?!

Don't look at me! Look at yourself.

This was you. Lovely and slim.

Remember those heads turning?

What's happened to that girl? Where's she now?

You only live once.

The world is born along with you and is your only.

I won't let anybody live at my expense.

Marysia...

you don't have to live like I do...

but...

Don't cry.

Don't cry, you hear?

Better thank God your girl knows all this at 15...

you have never gotten to know.

You'll see me take Zenus to Switzerland...

and he'll be able to see.

I'll buy you a house in the country.

Don't worry. I love you...

...and won't harm you.

Marysia! A letter for you!

- Local but by express delivery. - Gimme.

My dearest Funny Face:

I've never missed anyone like I do you.

I beg you to visit me.

Mom won't have me up and around...

because I'm still sick. That's why I cannot come over to you.

I was very unhappy and maybe that's to blame...

for what happened between us.

I want to see your dearest face so much.

Missing you and waiting for you all the time...

Yours truly, Kasia PS. Please come over.

- When did you get it? - Two days ago.

- And you haven't been there, right? - No.

"If you can forgive me..."

What did she do to you, so that she begs forgiveness?

Nothing. She's helped me come into my own.

You both have.

- I don't get it. - You don't have to all of it.

What do I do, so that you don't go to her?

It won't matter between us if I do.

I just promised and she's waiting for me.

I order you not to go to her today or ever.

This is an order.

You've forgotten it's my turn to order.

So give me an order quick.

Good. I order you to let me go to Kasia...

and not to nurse a grudge against me for that.

She'll destroy you.

I'll go right away if you don't come off it.

Don't go to her.

If you do, I'll go crazy.

Come I'll show you something.

Know what this is? Cyanide.

If you go to her, I'll swallow it and die in dire torments.

What do I do, then?

Don't go and that's that.

- Give me that vial. - See? It's no more...

- Yes? - It's me.

Hi! I'm waiting for you.

Not today. Zenus has taken ill and I must take care of him.

So I'll come over to you. I'm feeling better.

No, don't!

Why?

I've lied to you. Zenus us not sick...

and I'll never come to see you again. Good day.

What now? Satisfied?

I'll never forget it. You're sweet.

- May I have some tea? - Sure. Right away.

I've put the kettle on. Leave that!

You've been had! It's just plain saccharine.

Funny Face!

- Wouldn't you like to visit Kasia? - I'm just going to?

Don't be angry with her. You know what she went through?

She waited so eagerly all to no avail.

- What happened? - Her father died.

When?

- You didn't know? - How could I?

About 2 weeks ago.

Two weeks...

Good. I'll come.

How beautiful you look. And how strange?

Is that you Funny Face? You make me feel embarrassed.

Maybe it's not me. How would I know?

- I've killed Dzhiggy. - And the music?

It's mine. I wrote it.

At last it dawned on me that I'd composed it...

- only because I hurt you. - Don't worry.

You did me no harm at all.

Just the opposite. I'm very grateful to you.

I'll change. I promise.

I'll never be bad again. I swear.

I believe you Kasia.

That's for you.

In the Land of Dead Hours.

Lovely title.

I'm dying to hear it.

- You really like the title? - Yes, very much.

I recorded it and mailed it to a critic in Warsaw.

I want him so much to write me what he thinks about it.

I check the letter box for the answer every day.

That's yours. You can do anything with it.

Chuck out the window, burn it...

but, please, forgive me if you can. Please.

- I made a big mess, right? - Just a bit.

Buy Mom flowers on your way home.

- You never do. - How come?

And on Woman's Day?

But buy some today.

You don't say so! She'll give me hell for squandering money.

Maybe not today.

Take your chances.

All right. I'll do it.

I'll take a chance.

Look... Mom's lost her diamond ring.

I've been looking all morning. Remember? We were played with it.

I do, but we put it back right away.

You were the last to wear it and could've forgotten to take it off.

You don't think I've stolen it?

I don't but you may have forgotten.

Absolutely not. I'd remember. I don't have it, I promise.

- If it's not found, you'll be blamed. - But I don't have it.

Look for it at your place regardless. And call me if you find it.

- I will, but I'm sure it's not there. - Look for it, anyway.

Excuse me, can I make an announcement?

Sure.

Kasia's inviting you to a party in Sobotka.

Here are the tickets.

I'm happy you've come. Welcome to a great reception.

- You'll serve ice cream? - And cake?

Everything.

- We're not going. Neither will you. - Why, Ewa?

If you do, I'll tell the police you've stolen the ring.

- Stupid. - Magda and Klaudia saw it on you.

Not true!

Did you see the ring?

- I did. - Where and when?

When we met you in the square. Remember?

The police will search your house tonight.

It'll be the death of Mom. She has a heart condition.

I won't be friends with Kasia from tomorrow on. I promise.

I'll never meet her again. But I must today. Let me.

I beg you, Ewa, don't be so mean.

You care for your mom's health, or that idiot?

Sorry, we haven't come to you. Just used the tickets.

- You kidding? - We'll see who is.

Marysia.

You must make your choice.

You're right, but don't bother me now.

Funny Face!

No...

This must be separated.

You can't be good and bad at the same time.

Either good or bad.

Is Kasia here?

No, she's not back yet.

Where are the others? I'm waiting for you.

Daddy!

Dad!

Take me away!

Away from here!

Dad!

Take me along with you!

Dad!

Have you found Kasia?

She's in heaven with her dad.

What's are you saying?

We've killed her. You and I.

We all have killed her. The whole world has.

What's wrong with you?

Yes, I know.

I must see how far back the dream goes.

- Yes? - Stupid me.

Kasia lives and is home.

I must see her with my own eyes.

So far only my ears know.

What am I wearing?

My housecleaning dress?!

Kasia will laugh when she sees me.

Excuse me, you got a letter for Kasia Bogdanska?

Yes, registered mail. Express delivery.

Sign for it.

What if it's bad news?

She'll break down.

It's come unstuck. I'll open it, anyway.

"You undoubtedly have talent...

given your young age of 20.

A big talent, indeed.

A delightful cassette to listen to..."

From that critic. He heaps praise.

Wonderful. She'll be in seventh heaven.

Hello. Is Kasia home?

Come on in. I'm off to my duty.

- I like your braid. - To pull it best, huh?

- You still got it? - Sure. I can lend it to you.

I was afraid you'd chuck it away.

It's been over half a year since we quarreled.

It was February. Just four months ago.

I hardly recall what it was about?

- You don't? - No.

Good of you to have reminded me.

I won't forgive you, anyway.

That Marysia is batty, you know?

- She took everything for real. - So nice and quiet at first.

Just lying low. Wanted to use us to get ahead.

I don't believe it.

I know. She'd wear my panties, tights, bra, dresses...

I even got her the entrance exam answers.

- Phooey! You're repulsive. - Every truth is.

Enough already. She's a nobody.

Nicely put: Miss Nobody.

- Miss Nobody? - Miss Nobody.

Miss Nobody!

Miss Nobody!

Miss Nobody!

Miss Nobody?

Am I Miss Nobody?