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FOR EWA JÓZEFCZYK 1951-2018

A GREAT ACTRESS AND AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN

We've been together for so long.

Calm down.

Hello, darling.

My name is Tomek Bukowski.

I'm a taxi driver.

I have a loving wife, Ewelina.

I enjoy talking to her.

We live in our own apartment.

Yes, our own.

The biggest dream of every average Pole, right?

When will you be back?

She doesn't know anything.

Don't wait for me.

I guess it's all I have.

Although...

There's one thing that gives me incredible pleasure.

Look who's coming. A looser.

What's up, looser?

I just...

I liked it.

It's unbelievable how being a taxi driver

resembles psychotherapy.

42 Zagórska Street, please.

People are more likely to open up to a stranger.

The anonymous travel companion.

Just like a taxi driver.

You know...

That I could have taken over a company?

You know, I was just drunk as fuck.

I blew him. But that was it.

It was only a blowjob and I was fucking drunk.

Fuck.

Now he won't leave me alone.

I do really tolerate my neighbors.

I hate that woman, though.

They chose that motherfucker.

And it was me who worked there for 20 years.

Now he thinks he has butterflies in his stomach.

Or something like that.

What a womanizer! A fucking Romeo.

For fuck sake!

What the fuck? Is it he again?

For fuck sake, what a guy!

She's such a bitch!

She's spreading a rumor that I smoke in the hallway.

For 15 years she didn't want to have sex with me.

Everybody's getting old.

But no matter how old you are, we all deserve some pleasure.

Eventually I had to break this celibacy, right?

After 25 years she kicked me out

from her father's house.

During that time I've been a little wild.

I must admit that I gambled everything playing cards.

I thought this old witch would give me some money.

But she doesn't even recognise me anymore.

She has dementia.

Officially, we're still married.

You know, I'm not superstitious.

But I wouldn't mind if the lighting struck her.

Then I could at least pay my debts.

They tell me all this things during one taxi course.

I know their address.

I'm writing an anonymous letter.

Nobody remembers the face of a taxi driver.

Would you like to solve your problem?

Then come to this address at the right time.

An office in the public toilet like a confessional in a small church.

The place must match the anonymous profession.

I mean a taxi driver, of course.

I expect specific information about the target person.

I give a certain price and the execution time.

The money is only a bonus to the pleasure I feel.

So we have a deal.

Good morning.

Kaziu!

Hello, granny.

Despite her difficult profession,

she has a soft heart.

I've never needed that much money.

But if I did it non-profit,

I'd be considered an idiot.

And I like when they have a good opinion about me.

Good evening.

Saving money was worth it, though.

15 Konopnicka Street.

He's coming back from a date.

I guees he doesn't use female perfumes.

A moment of silence and... You know...

I've been meeting a wonderful woman for a year.

She's beautiful, intelligent and sexy.

Most women are not likely to indulge men's every whim.

You know what I mean.

She helped me a lot.

I want something more but she's married.

She claims that she can't tell him yet.

But he'll be fine, won't he?

Here we are.

15 Konopnicka Street.

Jesus Christ above me, another order to be done.

And yet he came here.

Only specific information.

Name, surname, address and occupation.

Who are you?

I'm silent. It will break him.

I don't know this man, actually.

I know that at night he's usually out.

What about her?

Her?

Her name is Ewelina Bukowska.

She's a psychotherapist... Wait!

I can't hear a word right now.

For the first time, I felt unsecured.

I felt like the immortal one whose blood is dripping.

As if I were a poor imitation of Christ.

25 thousand now and the same after the work.

Is your fucking life really worth so little?

Bring an advance tommorow and leave it down by the confessional.

It should be done till next week.

We'll be in touch.

How can I know you won't fuck with me?

Do you love her?

Honey.

Your lover has just ordered me to kill your husband.

Are you happy?

You back already?

I never told her what I do besides driving a taxi.

I didn't believe she would tolerate it.

I didn't trust her.

Perhaps that's why she turned to someone else.

She noticed that I wasn't listening to her.

Or that I hide behind constrained tenderness.

We will lay our brother in the grave.

And because Christ has been raised from the dead

and he'll renew our mortal bodies

in the image of his Holy Body,

we trust he'll resurrect our brother in glory.

Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy!

Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope...

Wait for me in the car, honey.

I need to comply with the last formalities.

I've lost my beloved wife,

my apartment, my car and all the pleasures.

What do you need to fade into the crowd,

a faceless, meaningless mass?

There's one thing I can do now.

Money will give you a new identity.

But would it make you a new kind of man?

Fuck. To Okęcie Airport, please.

We'll see.