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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?