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I brought it.

WANTED

Take it. A bit to the right.

That'll do.

Over here, Hania.

Could you move it a bit more to the left?

OK. Don't go in right now! Oh, it's you, sir.

Odd thing, Mr. Rochowicz: You're never in when I phone.

Not too keen to work, eh?

Excuse me sir, but I'm working on the Dutch exposition.

You've met, I think?

Mr. Stanislaw Maria Rochowicz, and...?

- Bogdan Adamiec. - Artist and painter.

Sure we've met.

Mr. Rochowicz was responsible for the decision to purchase this work.

According to Mr. Adamiec,

you've agreed to some alterations to your picture bought... when was it?

In January. Sir, you were in the commission yourself.

Are you crazy?

- Want to make over paintings? - With respect, sir,

bringing in changes was my own idea.

It's the black - it's inappropriate.

I agonized, but now I see it.

It's not the black failing to stand out against the blue - it's the blue

not resonating. Make over the blue, and the black will go into the background.

I see.

Sir, I am responsible for the gallery purchases

and I can't allow works to be interfered with by a third party.

- A what party? - Sorry,

of course, you're not a third party,

but regulations do not allow it.

I have my paints, easel, everything. I'll fix it here.

Half an hour.

- Anyway, you promised. - I did? When?

You forgot? I don't.

I remember on the way from the Bristol bar to the Europejski.

You said:

if you want, my friend,

we can get into the museum and paint the Grunwald canvas green.

That's what you said. Then you bet me

you'd crawl a mile on all fours.

How very interesting.

Mr. Adamiec, I withdraw my objection.

You can re-paint your pictures as you wish.

When this endeavor succeeds, the whole nations will fall on knees,

you included, of course.

Visitors could be most interested.

I paint what's hanging on the wall.

Life is brought in to a sleepy interior.

Hey, this isn't a sleepy interior. It's a sculpture store-room.

Your canvas is in a painting store-room.

What, no access to the public?

You think we display purchased works?

No offence, but

museum purchases are just to help artists.

Your painting was bought

not for people to see, but for you to make a living.

That's shocking.

What you do is harmful.

You're depriving the public of contact with modern art.

If you build the second wing, I'll show your painting.

I want to serve the community. This is the last time I sell to the museum.

- It sure is. - How do you know it sure is?

Because I won't buy any more.

It's state money, you know.

Say a year from now you paint the equivalent of the Mona Lisa

and I'll buy it - they'll ask:

why did you buy it? I'll say: it's a masterpiece.

They'll say: we disagree.

It's been said you share cash with Mr. Adamiec.

How will I explain it?

My thesis was immediately confirmed.

We don't appreciate how much the public has evolved culture-wise.

Of course we both know

it was not a some average guy,

but a sophisticated individual.

So desperate was the need to co-exist with art,

that the parched citizen didn't hesitate to steal.

Did we search the whole store-room? We did.

Is there another? No.

Responsibility for the store-room is yours.

You didn't take out the painting and it didn't evaporated. So?

Wait till I talk to the press:

"Art-lover thief steals Polish painting".

"Pictured below: Bogdan Adamiec's latest works."

Heart attacks all around.

Whether you took the picture or not,

failure to ensure security

constitutes professional misconduct.

Fine. Give me an armed guard company...

Too late.

I know. I wouldn't have got it anyway.

Did you know that there are statues

worth millions of zlotys

which atrophy because a few zlotys can't be found for a guard?

- And here's me... - That's irrelevant.

Don't get so worked up.

If you give back the picture, the charges could be withdrawn.

Bu I didn't steal it. Why would I need it?

No, please sit down.

You know why.

You wanted to sell it.

But no-one will buy this crap. It's worthless.

Worthless?

How much do you earn per month?

1600 zlotys.

1600 zlotys.

And a painting worth 20000 zlotys is worthless, right?

The thief is a connoisseur,

very highly educated.

In a large store, he didn't glance at the kitsch - he went straight

to a picture of great value. You hear me?

We all know prices in the "Bristol" and "Europejski"

just a quarter bottle of vodka costs, well...

An art expert crawling along Nowy Swiat...

...on all fours?

January 12. Winter.

What kind of behavior is that?

You see, I could issue a warrant for your arrest straight away.

But our main aim is to...

stop Poland getting poorer through illegal exportation of art.

So we want to give you one last chance.

By 3 p.m. tomorrow you report here with the painting,

or with your toothbrush.

And what's the penalty in law

if I can't come up with this painting by 3 tomorrow?

Five years.

So I suggest you start looking for it.

3 p.m., then.

It's not there, you understand? The great masterpiece is not there.

- So... - And I'm done for...

But you can't go to jail!

I can. And that's the nightmare.

I have to tell you

that till today prison, for me, was just a hollow sound,

a meaningless word. And now, suddenly, bang.

Turns out to be a real place, with barred windows,

an iron bed, on which you've got to fold your blanket every morning.

My nerves won't stand it. I've got to run away, disappear.

- Who's that? - I'll go and see.

Adamiec! I'm finished!

I'll open it!

Don't you dare! Pretend you're in bed!

Yes, just one moment, I'll just get dressed.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Is Mr. Rochowicz in? - My husband's not at home.

Who painted these?

My husband.

You like them?

They're crap. I'm Adamiec,

- as you already know. - How can I help you?

- You're the wife? - Yes.

Have a chat with your husband.

We can do a deal.

I just need him to get me in touch with the buyer.

What buyer?

Let's not kid each other.

Your husband didn't steal the painting for himself,

- but for some sort of dealer. - For who?

An art dealer. In Paris, London,

wherever, it's not important.

The guy spotted an opportunity,

saw straight away that the hand motif was sensational.

I'll do him a whole series of hands...

male, female, expressive, soothing, in black, white - a whole show.

The whole country will worship it.

10 per cent for your husband and we're fixed up.

Just have Mr. Rochowicz get me in touch with the other guy.

My husband's in a caf� round the corner. Let's go.

I didn't realize at first...

what a great idea it was.

- Only saw it now. - Let's go.

- I've already grounded the canvases. - Right.

- Thirty of them. - Right, right.

- One and half meters by two. - I'm sure he's in the caf�.

What are you doing here?

- Crocheting. - In my apartment?

Please leave, or I'll call the police!

Not the police, please!

It's... you?

Sure. You didn't recognize me?

- No. - Fine.

- That's just what I wanted! - Are you crazy?

Look, if you didn't recognize me, then no-one will, see?

I can go dressed up like this for a month or two

until I've painted a copy of Adamiec's picture.

- From memory? - Why from memory? Look!

Here's the number, dimensions, photo.

It won't occur to anyone the picture's a fake

if it has all the right stamps and signatures, see?

Then we'll smuggle the picture into the museum, and that's it.

And if the police come, we'll say you're my older sister.

- Why older? - Don't be silly.

No.

I can't live here with you.

In the long run people might suspect.

I've got to move out.

No, it doesn't need to be...

OK... do it this way... Undo this, like so... wait...

This gentleman?

OK.

Excuse me, I wanted to ask...

- Yes, what? - Good morning.

Well, how much do you want?

Me? Well, don't know... maybe 500...

or three hundred and...

...eighty. Three hundred...

It's the 12th today and...

Ok, OK. Five hundred a month, board and lodging. As for duties...

- cooking, cleaning, washing. - And taking care of Sonia.

- OK. And who's Sonia? - The doggy, Sonia.

- But she adores women. - Yes. Could you come here a moment?

One moment. Sonia, wait.

Please wait!

We agree... And your name, madam?

Stan... Maria.

And madam... I mean, Maria, where did you work before?

- For the Rochowiczs. In Solec. - Why did you leave?

Because... they separated.

But they were good to me and pleased with my work.

- I can show references... - Sorry...

So this is your treasure. You made up your minds at last.

Not exactly a beauty, is she? Congratulations.

I guess she'll have to take her time off in the dark.

There's just one problem. I've lost my identity card.

So what?

- I won't be able to change my residence. - Fine. Oh... what?

Residence? You want to register your residence at this address?

- Yes... - In that case, goodbye.

- Goodbye. - No, no!

Madam...

This lady...

Five years ago she started work here.

Within a month, she was registered here.

Then she gave up her job.

But not her accommodation.

- She's been with us ever since. - Yes.

We moved to Krucza. She moved with us,

Wilcza - she went too. Now she's here.

Buy me a flat, and I'll move out.

I'll kill her one day.

Go to the kitchen, Maria, unpack and leave your things.

- OK, but where's the kitchen? - Here. Breakfast's to be at seven.

Kasia, I had a nightmare. I dreamt I was a woman.

No, that won't be enough.

Two of them, me, doggy...

Dammit - too much yeast.

You can let Sonia off the lead.

She and Alex play wonderfully.

- I'm worried she'll run off. - She won't. Sonia's obedient.

If she goes out with Mrs. Karpiel, that is.

I can't understand why the Karpiels have such a huge dog.

- Must be a great love. - Hardly.

They can't stand her. But she's their income.

- Yeah? - Yes. Sonia's a three-time champion.

Each of her puppies is worth maybe 5000 zlotys.

- Wow. - If she has four, five at a time...

...adds up to a tidy sum.

But the dog needs its daily run.

I'm supposed to run with her?

Not that!

Hey, sit!

Alex!

Sit!

Please get her out immediately. She'll catch cold.

Whose dog is this?

Mrs Karpiel will go nuts.

Come up with the canoe, under the dog's belly, quick.

Come on, come, come.

Careful. You'll scratch your legs.

Careful, just a minute, please wait.

I'll just give you the belt and everything will be fine.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Great.

Lovely dog, isn't it?

- It's a bitch. - I know. I can tell the difference.

Some would even say I was an expert.

- Oh yes?! - Heavy dog, eh? Bitch, I mean.

Maybe 60 kilos. Even heavier when she's wet.

I have a professional proposition.

- Hey, leave me alone. - No, please, listen!

Why are you so uncouth? Are you from the deep provinces?

Listen, lay off me or I'll sock you one.

Ooh, this girl's so touchy. Listen, I'll make a man out of you.

You've heard of big careers, trips abroad, living it up?

Listen, you want me to call the police?

You heard of Lobcowna, shot-put champion?

She's my work.

I coached her.

Oh-oh, storm's brewing. Must take doggy home.

Had your run? I certainly have.

- Hello, Rawicz here. - I'd like to speak to Kasia.

- Certainly. Miss Kasia! - Yes?

Is it for me?

- Hello... - Kasia?

Ah, is that you?

Yes, listen, I made the dough, but the noodles came out very hard.

What do you mean, hard?

Maybe it was plaster? Go and check.

Plaster? Wait, I'll have a look.

Hello, hello...

You fooling around? Hello!

Kasia, my cutlets are on fire. What's happened here?

Maybe you didn't put oil in the pan?

Why? They were quite greasy.

That explains it. Be we can't talk so long.

I've got a lot of work.

You think they might be listening?

- Maybe you're right. - Yeah, it's possible.

So long, then.

Thank you.

What's this?

- What? - This.

- A shirt. - Yes. My best one.

Sorry. I'll... um... immediately...

Sonia, Sonia!

Sonia, Sonia!

Make sure it never happens again.

- What's this? - Yes, what's this?

Well go on, eat it.

No, no, I can't.

- We ought to fire her on the spot. - Don't be silly...

...you won't find anyone cheaper in Warsaw. She takes 500 zlotys.

She'll start stealing soon.

When I catch her stealing, I'll fire her.

Go on, eat.

I can't.

- She'll take offence, like Genowefa, and go. - What about you? You ate it?

No, I hid it in the bookcase.

When she takes the dog out, I'll throw it out.

No, no. I just can't.

Here you go, doggy.

Hey, stop kidding around. You'll poison the dog.

- Excuse, don't you who this is? - Who is it?

It's me, you know, the little girl who used to live in your flat.

Wrong number.

Hello, Mrs. Rochowicz. It's Stasia.

I know you very well.

I know you have a scar after surgery.

And that you use cream on night F18.

Robert? Is that you?

Which Robert?

My doctor, you idiot.

Doc...? That's good.

What did you want?

See you.

I've heard some noise. Who is there?

- No-one. - But I heard, there's someone here.

- No. Maybe the neighbours. Sorry. - But I did hear...

Hello.

Oh it's you. Yes, I reported a couple of months back, we don't get hot water.

Can you come today?

- Of course. We've got an appointment... - No, no thank you.

...so I'm coming, aren't I?

Great. Though, just a minute...

- You can't come today? - What?

Mum might be watching the house.

Maybe we'd better meet in the park.

It's nicer. Well, you know why it's nicer in the park.

- What about the faucet? - What faucet?

Oh, the hot water tap. I'll bring it with me.

- Sweetness personified. - I don't follow you. First you say...

...careful with the taps, and now you want to come over in broad daylight?

You trying to be funny? Do your own plumbing, lady.

Hello!

Hello!

Maria, get me a serviette. They're in the bottom drawer.

Thank you.

- Sir, I... - No excuses.

Who was there with you last night?

- With me? - Yes.

- My brother. - Your brother. Well today, he won't be.

I'll be there.

But...

Maria, Maria, it's.. Sir, open up.

Come in.

It's no use anguishing. It's clear cut.

There's no point in calling the police, they won't prove anything.

Yes, if she stole it, she'll have hidden it outside...

...somewhere, for sure.

We'll just fire her. I'll bring another one tomorrow.

I've got one in mind. Younger. I think cleaner, too.

Are you crazy? It's a gold ring with a genuine precious stone.

Maybe she's got it on her.

- I'll search her. - Yes, yes. I'll do it.

Come on, she's going to strip in front of you? I'll do it.

Maria!

Please follow me.

And?

And nothing. Can't fault her.

- Did you fire here? - No.

How come? And the ring?

It's there somewhere. It'll turn up.

- Anyway, who gives a damn about it. - What do you mean, who gives a damn?

It was small. And old.

- It was an antique. - Oh for heaven's sake.

Jesus Mary! Wiesiek! Wiesiek! Maria's gone! Run away, or what?

Yeah, gone. Must have run away.

But the ring turned up.

Suicide is not enough, moron.

That's settled.

We simply don't want to leave Tony by himself.

He's a nervous child. And Maria,

please be careful. Your predecessor was a bit...

...under-developed physically. While Tony is physically...

- ...quite advanced. - Yeah. Too advanced, maybe.

I'd advise you to wear tall boots.

- Tall boots? - Yes.

Sometimes he bites the ankles...

Honey, what are you talking about? She's gonna believe you.

Everything's gonna be fine. And we are going to the theater.

Oh Maria, please...

please put him to bed at...

...around nine and read... if possible...

- Possible? - If you know how to read.

Of course. And read what?

There are fairy tales on his shelf.

And please fix it as best you can.

Better read "Playboy" with him.

Eh, you hear?

Come over here. Here, here.

Come on, shift your ass...

Jesus, what a... Stands there staring.

Never seen a radio?

Don't touch!

I said don't touch, dammit.

This is technical equipment.

Costs a lot of money. Come here.

Come on, up, up.

It's not a holiday.

I'm off to the movies. Half eight.

You're supposed to say, for half past eight.

OK, OK. I'm off.

- No, you can't go the cinema. - How come?

You mother said you're to be in bed by nine.

And you'll read me fairy stories, right?

Bullshit.

- What did you say? - Bullshit.

Listen, Antony. It's not nice to speak like that.

And you're gonna teach me manners, right? No way!

- I'm going to the movies. - Wait, wait. I've already told you

your mother doesn't allow it. You'll go to bed.

If you touch me, I'll tell mum.

And she'll throw you out on your ass.

Pick it up.

Good.

Oh you...

That was manners, lesson one.

- Understand? - I got you.

What's the time now? Look at your watch.

- Twelve. - What time is it. Twelve?

Then you've got be here by twelve fifty!

- Here under this hoarding, OK? - OK.

So OK, go!

- Hello! - Hi!

Listen, if you were to look after my Tony, one day in two, and I...

...took care of your buggy, we'd have every other day free for ourselves.

I'm worried I wouldn't cope.

No problems. Tony is a typical product of our times.

He can either be bought, or terrorized. Then he's meek as a lamb.

I see. You'd have a date every other day.

- Well... not necessarily. - Why not?

Maybe I prefer girls?

Ah well, on our course...

we had a talk on sexual deviations, but I've never met one.

I was just kidding.

Well, 'cause the way you're sitting by me I feel, well, a bit...

- What do you feel? - No, no, leave it out...

Now what were we...? Oh yes, my course.

Well - you should definitely enroll.

I worked out I'll have so much cash after two years,

I can afford to study...

- ...history of art. - History of art. What for?

What do you mean? Got to advance, haven't we?

- Good morning, Maria. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Could I have a word?

What are you doing here?

I've changed jobs. I'm working for the Goreckis.

How come?

Because I have feeling Mrs. Karpiel began to suspect. Actually...

I wasn't sure, by the end, that she didn't know...

- Didn't know what? - Well, that I'm not really a woman.

But don't worry. Guess what,

- I get a thousand a month now. - You're kidding.

No, really. But this is even better. Look what I've got for you.

Is that the cafe?

Can you ask the guy over? The one that's been waiting several days for a call.

Gallery here. Individual sighted.

Female.

Not too close, though.

Painting is to be appreciated from a few paces. Dear lady!

I'm sorry I startled you. Allow me.

Bogdan Adamiec. This is my work.

I know...

- How do you know? - Well, because you introduced yourself.

Ah, yes. Back from shopping?

- What is your proffession? - Housekeeper.

Outstanding! How long are you interested in painting?

I mean... I just walked by... and I liked it...

Good God...

shame the news people aren't here. Could you come tomorrow?

I'll call a friend from the radio. I might even manage to get

the Film News. We could repeat the scene.

You see, madam, I run into this kind of thing all the time

but no-one believes me.

I understand, but you know, tomorrow it could be... crowded,

- so could you give me your autograph today? - You're welcome.

- Make it like the one on the painting, OK? - Of course.

And how do you stop the glaze from reflecting?

I layer it on with a palette-knife.

For the glaze, I mix oil with turps and get philosophical depth...

You see, it erodes the frontier between viewer and canvas.

These hands seem to reach out to the viewer...

- Excuse me, did you see anyone? - Who?

- A woman. - What woman?

God, again they won't believe me.

So, Tony, what do you want to be when you grow up?

- A hustler. - A what?

You know, businessman.

Tolek's dad deals in foreign currency. Makes loads of money.

Maybe they make out OK, short term. But they lack respectability.

I'm sure Tolek's ashamed of his parents. He must be.

You may be strong, but you sure are dumb.

Just watch what you're saying, OK?

What planet are you living on?

Do you know Tolek gets top grades in everything?

So he's a good student...

Bullshit. Other guys write him crib sheets in exchange for gifts.

Yeah? He'll regret it later on...

'cause gifts, son , are no substitute for education.

They are. He'll give out backhanders.

Don't bullshit me, it's boring.

I'm bored.

He's bored.

Tony,

I made you a catapult.

Look out. Don't hit anyone.

OK. Hold on.

Run...

- Hello! - Hi.

- You made me wait in this heat. - But...

You should be ashamed.

Sorry, I really couldn't. Never mind, I'll cool you down.

- Wait, you'll get a nice spray. - I don't want a nice spray.

- See? Cooler already. - Leave me alone. No...

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

It's good that you're here.

- If you could come with me... - No, I'll sit here.

Just a few words. I wanted to tell you something.

- No, no. - Stop being so difficult.

- No, no. - Just two words.

Not cooking dinner today, Maria?

- Where did you get that wig from? - I bought it.

- Bought it, right. For whose money? - My own, actually.

- Yeah... your own. - Please tell Mrs. Gorecka...

...I accept the invitation...

...to Mr. Rawicz's reception.

- Who's Rawicz? - He runs the office where I work.

- No, no way! - Don't be silly.

All right, I'll tell her. My regards to Mr. Rawicz.

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Good bye.

What got into you?

- You wouldn't understand. Jealousy. - So you weren't joking.

- How do you do it with each other? - Do what?

- You know, girl with girl. - Don't talk nonsense. Maniac!

Wow, Mr. Rawicz, sir...

- Sorry. - No problem.

- Excuse me, isn't madame too hot? - No, quite the contrary.

- Maybe I can bring madame a coat? - That's not necessary.

I could maybe bring tea or coffee.

- You'd like some, wouldn't you? - No, no.

And no to orange juice. Or tomato, or grapefruit.

I've got lemon juice, perhaps you'd like...

- Just a minute, Maria. - Yes sir?

- A word in your ear. - Yes.

You have a service room here?

Any chance of borrowing the key?

- Out of the question, no. - I'll give you 100.

- 100? That's all that lady's worth? - Well, how much then?

No, no money. Did you know she's a married woman?

- Yes, I heard about that case. - Well there you are.

Did you know, she loves her husband very much?

Yes, I heard about the husband. Some sort of crook, isn't he?

Well, not a crook, necessarily.

He was accused unfairly.

He's a very fine, very good man.

And there's no reason why you should carry on like this.

Don't bother me with all this.

All right, Mr. Rawicz. If you won't leave that lady alone...

You leave me alone, will you?

Alright. Just a moment, please.

Look!

You won't need to clean.

Won't need to cook. I eat out.

Won't need to wash.

- You have a fianc�? - No.

They all say that, then it turns out they do.

But I don't mind.

Except you're to receive him only in your room.

Only in your room.

Alright, but what are my duties then?

There'll be some work, of course. But most importantly, you must...

...keep your mouth shut.

Not a word about me to anybody. Anybody.

And on account are you to come anywhere near the bathroom.

- Where will I shave, er, wash? - What do you mean where?

There's a tap in the kitchen. The WC is separate.

Now, the duties.

Here's a map of the city.

All food stores are marked.

Every morning you'll take a big bag,

go to five stores and buy 5 kilos of sugar and some yeast in each.

Of course, you go to each shop once only.

If you run out of shops in this district,

you'll have to go further out.

Understood?

And that's all?

- How much is the sugar, then? - 520 zlotys.

Here you are.

- There you are. - Thanks very much.

- But who'll carry that for you? - Oh... me... I've... it's not far.

- It's so heavy. Want a hand? - No, thank you... goodbye.

What's this?

I bought two bags, in case we ran out.

I gave you clear instructions

no more than five kilos per shop.

Did I say that, or not?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Now you've done harm to Polish scientific research.

I'm working on an important invention.

It's to do with calculating the sugar content in sugar,

depending on underground radiation in a given area.

Say, after it's been on the shelves

in one store for one year,

sugar has 80 per cent sugar content.

In another, it might have 90 per cent sugar content.

And saccharin, that'll have 500 per cent.

Quiet...

500 per cent sugar content.

Thanks to my invention, we'll get to a stage,

where we won't need to plant sugar-beet at all.

There'll be so much sugar...

...in sugar...

Five kilos of sugar, please.

Five for me, please.

No, make it six.

Hum... yes...

Hey, take it easy, lady, for God's sake!

- Sorry. - You want to sit down, then ask.

We'll squeeze in here.

- There we go. Good grief! - Leave me alone.

What's the point of being polite?

You know, one woman... I gave up my seat

she bawled me out.

Another, before the war, gave her my seat,

- have to pay alimony to this day. - That's how it is.

- Keep your hands off my bag. - If you could...

Me nothing. Your briefcase got caught up in my bag.

- So go and... - What you need...

...is a lesson from the police.

- Listen, if I didn't... - What?

Hey! Wait...

- Just a minute. - Let go!

Your bag!

Professor!

Professor!

Professor!

Quiet... What's the matter? For Christ's sake!

Is someone at the door?

No, no-one. I'm simply not going to travel by tram or bus any more.

Every time I get on something happens.

OK, OK, Maria. These things can be fixed. I'll think of something.

- Professor, I lied to you. - How?

About that fianc�...

I mean, I haven't got one, but...

I have a girlfriend. Could she come visit me?

OK.

But she mustn't go round the flat.

She's got to go straight to your room.

- Right. - Right.

- We'll lock ourselves in. - Right.

Why do you need so much sugar?

The professor needs it for experiments.

How's your work?

Mr. Rawicz...

- ...had an accident. - Get away.

- What happened? - Got hit by something.

Well, well. Accidents do happen.

- So what's he doing now? - He's in hospital.

Ooh, I sympathize.

Good. That's alright then.

Oh, I've got money for you. My monthly pay.

- It'll go towards the new flat. - Good.

What have you done?!

You just put one pack of sugar after another into the bag, right?

Yes,

but I took notes... which sugar from which store.

For example this one's from Delikatesy, and this is from Super-Sam.

This is from Hoza,

- this is from Wilcza... - Maria! Maria!

Didn't anyone find this suspicious?

Did anyone follow you?

Anyone walk after you? Watch you?

No! Why?

Maria! Understand, I need to

keep my experiments top secret.

No-one must know.

I thought you wanted to know...

- ...the sugar content in sugar... - Sugar content in sugar...

But the point is the radioactivity, which can impact on...

you wouldn't understand anyway.

Maria, I've said once and for all,

five kilos of sugar, and home!

- Home! You understand? - All right.

Take it off my wages...

- ...and I'll throw out the sugar. - No! I'll throw it out.

- What's going on there? - I'm going! I'm going!

I'm just going, sir.

What happened, Maria?

Nothing, sir. I've got toothache.

Well then...

...take a painkiller.

I'm off now.

Back this evening.

Fine, sir.

I just forgot... What's this?!

- What's this? - I...

I won't tell anyone.

I'd had suspicions, but I didn't know, it was on an industrial scale.

You're dead right you won't...

you won't be able to.

Stay here!

Maria...

Maria! Come out of there!

Come out!

Please, please. Come out.

Please, Maria, I've thought it through.

There's one way out.

- There's one way out! - What?

You'll become my wife.

- Me?! - Yes.

You'll become my wife!

Well, what's the problem? I'm not attractive enough?

- No, no, it's just... - Well! Silence! Well, what?!

I'll be good to you.

Really.

But it's impossible.

Why impossible? I'm asking for your hand in marriage.

- It's impossible. - Why impossible?

- Because I can't! - Why not?

Why can't you?

That's why!

Brilliantly carried out!

Brilliantly carried out!

You were... are an officer?

Please.

Here you are. Please, Maria,

or rather, lieutenant. Call the flying squad. Please.

Oh well, had to happen sometime.

I'll take some carrots as well...

Got some very nice tomatoes, Maria.

- Maybe tomorrow! - Maria! We've got fresh lettuce!

No, no, thank you.

Maria! Over here! Cherries... try some. Very tasty, aren't they?

- Nice, eh? Want a kilo or so? - No, no... be back tomorrow. Thanks.

Maria, if you'll hold on with lunch till Sir gets in.

Excuse me for asking, but what does Sir do?

My husband?

He's a director by profession.

Now I wanted to announce officially to my colleagues here,

well, in the first place, to thank you for, you know, our co-operation...

and announce that, regrettably, I'm moving to a new job.

I've been entrusted with a highly responsible sector.

I will now be employed at the cen...

Yes... Central Town-Planning Institute...

Many thanks.

- So what are you doing now, then? - Building towns.

Building towns... Well, OK, but...

- ...how much will you get, eh? - More than in waterworks, for sure.

More than in waterworks? All that restructuring?

The restructuring...

- was in the cement works. - What's the difference?

There is a difference...

it was a tricky situation because there...

...you could work out how much debt the savings would cause.

Here, I don't sign anything.

You know something?

That's probably better.

Listen...

...just don't forget what you were told by...

- you know... him... then. - What was that?

That you've only got provincial industry left.

Well that's fine!

Well I'm not moving from Warsaw.

You think provincial industry is in the provinces?

In the provinces.

It's based here, next to our institute.

- Here, in Warsaw? - Of course!

Sure. What are you worried about?

I've only just started work.

Next month, I overhaul everything.

And do you know how long it takes to build a town?

Three years.

And then the faults, complaints. Four years, easy.

Don't say anything when she's around.

What'll she understand. She's a peasant.

Maybe you're right.

What are these?

Co-operative skyscrapers.

Sir!

- Yes? - That's the lake!

Oh, well in that case, no, no...

No! It's all right!

We'll put the lake here and let this stay in the greenery.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me, there's a man from work wants to see you. Shall I let him in?

Yes, yes.

Come in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm very sorry, sir,

you didn't sign the invoices. Accounts can't pay out.

Excuse me for lying down. Take a seat.

Oh, well let what's his-name, Kownacki, sign these.

But you're the beneficiary.

Let's see!

Payment will be made to you on this basis.

And what's it for?

Remuneration for adjustments to the town-planning project.

- Oh yes, that! Fine. - Yes, that!

Well, how are things?

- Fine, sir, fine. - Any personal difficulties?

- No. - Everything's fine?

Fine.

- Here you are. - Here you are.

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Thank you, partner. Goodbye.

You know, I think...

...you shouldn't do all that writing.

You should go for the spoken word.

Remember what you were told by...?

- Well, what? - You know very well.

No. I've got to write this.

It's not so hard, I've got a good introduction...

I'll read it to you.

The challenges posed by life

in managing useable terrain

have augmented the construction process.

One example of such expansion

may be the urbanization project for the Michalow district,

which - and here...

...I can't find the right word -

doesn't agree,

quarrels, it's sort of against...

- Clashes. - Clash... Yes! The concept clashes with...

actually... no. It clashes with a...

...bigger, broader...

- all-inclusive... - ...all-inclusive concept,

outlined in February last year.

Maria!

Yes sir?

- Were you prompting me? - Anything wrong?

No, that's not the point. Where did you get such words, and - you know?

You bring so much stuff home, when I'm done cooking, I read a bit.

Did you read this article?

Oh, this nonsense, yes!

Guy wants to pull down 19th century buildings and put up beer stands.

Not beer stands, Maria - retail outlets.

Innovation. What's obsolete gets axed.

What's the point of innovation where the obsolete holds its own?

These obsolete buildings will outlive a number of modern estates.

Anyway, it's the idea of demolishing 19th century buildings that's obsolete.

Modern thinking treats them on a par with 18th century constructions.

Especially as architecture at the start of the 20th century

offers a number of great examples of secession...

Maria?

Yes, well, I know Polish secession is a far cry from Odessa, Vienna.

- Too much harking back to Classicism. - Maria!

- Sorry... The soup will burn. - No, no, no! Sit down!

Well, Maria, the second thing is,

this article of mine, with which you gave me hand...

I got 2800 zlotys for it.

I think, if we split it in half

and you take your 1800 zlotys, that'll be fair. OK?

- That'll be our... - Fine... thank you very much.

Right! Now there's a second thing.

We could write more articles... together, as it were.

But I'm just thinking...

we'd need to think up

some sort of subject... meanwhile...

There's Maria!

Thank you very much, Maria.

You certainly stirred things up!

Provincial industry, here we come.

What happened?

This happened. You thought up this...

...urbanization concept. This... how do you call it...

new concept of immersing historic buildings into the urban landscape.

In my opinion, it's a good concept.

- It is. - Very good. My own words.

Too good. There's been a row.

Did you read what the media say?

Of course. They're in favor. Think it's a town planning revolution.

And who the hell asked you...

to make a revolution...

in town planning?

There's been such a fuss, we're getting architects, consultants.

People I've never heard of.

Congratulating and what have you.

Now TV's coming. Interview tomorrow.

That�s great! They've always interviewed everyone except you.

Doesn't either of you get the point?

So many years, I was sitting quietly.

No-one bothered me...

Never got involved.

I know people who had concepts. They don't have them anymore.

No, no, no. I disagree.

We have to take it all back. And Maria personally...

...will deny everything!

But I don't know how. And you're such an expert.

It's true. You're a great speaker.

Sure, I can speak generally.

Give the international background.

But the details are your job, Maria.

At the interview, you'll be...

my... how would you say...

helper in these knowledge things...

- Consultant. - That's it. Consultant.

I'll explain everything.

You'll change into my clothes.

They'll fit perfectly. Because you can't be...

...my consultant as a woman -

as, well - Maria...

...a domestic. They'd laugh when they found out later.

Let me wear this, put on that. We'll get your hair cut.

- Yes, but... - Maria, there's no big problem.

When I was a director in that whatsit...

Estrada, we played at this all the time.

Off you go, please, get changed.

- OK, but... - Maria, there's no "but"!

I won't give in to female whimsy.

How long can she take to change?

Shit, there's something wrong.

The hair?

That's how men wear it these days. Especially artists.

Walk up and down the room...

No... Hands in pockets, please.

No... Sit down, please...

No... A man wouldn't sit like that.

But of course! When a man walks, he walks like that.

When he sits,

it has to be like that!

Right!

Maybe the tie's not right?

Quit interrupting, or I'll go crazy.

Maria, put on a tie.

Not that one!

Choose a tie!

Right!

- This one! - Yes.

...so fine. You see?

But the suit's wrong.

Good!

Go to the kitchen, please, and bring the big trunk from the closet.

There's a suit I've got there from when I was director in Szczecin.

Right, right, right.

If the silly cow's broken her leg, that'll be the end...

- What's this? - Why didn't you get changed?

- I'm asking, what is this? - A painting. What's the problem?

Where did you get it?

Maria, this is not the moment to discuss paintings.

- Why didn't you get changed? - Where did you get this?

Maria, I don't know where I got it.

Where's this painting from?

Remember, when you were director of the Museums Directorate.

There was this client...

Where did it come from?

What?

This, this painting.

Oh, that!

There was a bare wall, so I had something put up from the store-room.

Well, what's the problem?

So no-one stole it?

What?

No-one stole it.

I had it taken down when I saw

it was putting off clients. What's bugging you?

You didn't sign a receipt?

Maria. As director, I'm not going to sign receipts to myself.

- Why are you not dressed? - Ah, yes.

What's her problem.

Maria!

Maria! Maria! Come out. Maria!

Maria, it's Sir! Open up this minute.

Yes.

Very good.

- What? - Excellent disguise.

- Very good. - Goodbye to you both.

The glasses, brilliant, Maria. Maria, come over here...

No. I'm afraid I'm going.

- Going where? - Home.

- What home? - My home, my wife.

- You have a wife? - Of course.

- Children? - Not yet, but I'm sure I will.

Lila darling! Now all you need to do, is find Maria a good surname...

- I already have one. - What's that?

- Stanislaw Maria Rochowicz. - Excellent! Excellent! Just right!

- Goodbye! - Maria!

Maria!

How can I get to Powisle?

Straight down the Lazienkowska!

Is it you? My worn-out sweetheart! You at last!

What's happening here?

I've moved our things to our new apartment.

Did the police tell you the charges have been dropped?

- They said something, but... - It's all been cleared up.

- And why didn't you tell me? - Maria, please, don't get upset...

Don't call me Maria! Please don't do that!

OK, OK... listen...

Listen to what?

Why didn't you tell me?

- I'm asking again. - What, didn't I tell you?

- Of course not. - Well listen.

Remember? You said, when we're on solid ground,

you'll be able to do all that research, and when you've done the thesis...

we'll have a kid, and if you did a bit of work as a domestic...

- A domestic? - Yeah... just mornings...

you'd have afternoons free!

Are you crazy? What are you talking about?!

You want to humiliate me?

For a few extra rags? A few extra cast-offs?

Denigrate me like that...

Half a year I work in unknown households...

- making a fool of myself. - Please, come!

- We'll go to Saska Kepa! - Leave me alone!

- Leave in me in peace! - Come along! You'll see the flat.

And? Will that calm me down? It won't!

Stop!

First of all explain to me

- why you didn't tell me. - I did!

- You didn't tell me! - I did!

You told me nothing.

Half a year I've been a moron,

changing clothes in strange houses, making up...

Stop! Stop!

Quiet...

You can move out.

Nice, eh?

Pleasant breeze...

- now right... - Why right? I'm heading straight!

- Why straight? - Because I want to go straight!

But why? If we go right...

- It'll be quicker. - Sit. Don't lean out. OK?

- Horrible! I won't allow it. - We'll be faster anyway.

- Leave the wheel! Don't touch! - Nice car... Excellent!

- What kind of braking's that? - Normal!

- You want it to break down? - No... just...

Stop.

- Go on take... - OK, OK.

That's right!

- A bit harder. - There!

Take the hood.

- Don't pull! - Do it up!

- Look at the time. - So what?

So nothing!

What a car.

The man...

- ...must be a good hustler. - Sure!

Hello! Hello!

What's your problem, taking short cuts?

Riding over people's legs...

I'll show you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.