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- What's not running today? - Bolero in the 3rd.

OK...

- And that's Werther? - As fucked up as you.

And underweight to boot.

Scout...

Beautiful.

I think I'm going to go for the quinte.

- He has a limp, no? - Your dick has a limp.

Werther... Werther.

Werther... It's your money.

- You can count on me. - Fuck off. You'll see...

He's going to surprise you.

My father used to say that you can't win anything in life...

but you can lose everything.

He was right.

The Marriott Casino should erect a plaque in his honour.

Scout is leading.

Give me the fucking...

- Come on! Faster! - Go, go, go!

Yes!

But my father was a magician.

He could draw money.

Literally.

As if he had a magic pencil.

Unlike most people.

Who spend their lives punching the wall,

hoping it'll finally sing.

You fucked up.

Come over for dinner tonight, OK? We need to talk.

- I'll give you a call. - Don't touch me! A car, watch it.

- A fuckload of them. - Let them hit me.

Hi. Marlboro white, soft pack, please.

Thanks.

My father made money, lost it, made it, and then made even more.

I don't have shit, but I keep losing anyway.

I don't know who's the greater magician.

Hi.

- Where are the patrons? - Very funny.

I wasn't joking. You called me.

I did.

Have you ever added this all up?

I can't recall.

30,000 owed to the housing cooperative. Fucking thanks.

30,000 not counting rent.

20,000 for catering. Renovators still waiting to be paid.

Is such a fuckup even possible?

Franek...

From now on I'll be your biggest nightmare. Like I promised.

I love you too.

I got to go.

- I'll go "Apocalypse Now" on you. - Stay in touch.

I'll waste you. I really will!

But apart from magicians like my father

and desperate souls like most ordinary people...

there's a third type:

people like me.

The deependers.

I call them that because they're mostly occupied with going down.

They don't even notice it.

They just give in to gravity.

You could ask: why aren't they trying to surface?

It's simple.

The views on the way are fucking awesome.

Fuck!

- And? Same old? - Same old. - Unbelievable.

You're like a teenager before his first lay.

Worrying if you smell of your sweat or your Dad's cologne.

Elka, I'm not scared, I just know how it will go.

No, you're imagining.

Our friendship would be better off if you didn't believe I'd change.

It would be, if you stopped treating all I say as busting your balls.

All right... I'm sorry.

- I got you something. - It's past my birthday.

- I got you a job. - Fuck you.

A steady one. With a contract.

- A copywriter at a media agency. - No shit?

- Come on, you've done that. - But in '99!

- When "OK Computer" was released. - It's still my favourite album.

I bet you're going beat those who were teething in '99.

- You know you're doing it for yourself? - Yeah, and you do something for me.

- OK? - OK, Computer.

Sometimes people try to help you. Sometimes it's even genuine.

But actually they're after something else.

They want to change you.

They want to you be you, but completely different.

- More sane. - Education?

- S. Zeromski Bookselling College. - So... vocational, secondary?

- Almost. - Almost? - I came late for the finals.

- Professional experience? - Trade. Catering.

Brokerage, transport. Money exchange.

- Small scale foreign trade? - Meaning?

I imported stuff. Carpets from Morocco, octopuses from Greece.

I've organized concerts, fashion shows...

I'd set millionaires up with sluts and covered them before their wives.

And I've tended the bar for 10 years, making the best Martini dry around.

- Computer skills? - Word, Tinder, Pornhub.

- Driving licence? - Suspended.

Additional skills?

Fucking.

And why do you want to work at our company?

You're...

Satan's tool on Earth. Babylon.

A gang of dumb, greedy fucks who will burn this world to the ground.

Who'll suck dry its water, soil, and plants

so that the almighty AI

could make another quadrillion dollars.

Welcome aboard.

Media and advertising agencies were created around 10 000 BC.

The ancient god Mammon shat them out having binged on exceptional idiots.

Terrified by the stench, he hibernated them in the frozen Lechite lakes...

from which they emerged due to climate change.

Now they live and reproduce uncontrollably...

and will eventually bring civilisation to its ruin.

Places that shame the devil himself.

I'll throw you in the deep end. That works best.

Elka said you've worked in an agency like ours.

Yeah, but years ago. "Dad, shall we bleach 'em?"

She showed me your fanpage of that cafe.

Very decent. Good reach, nice response.

- Thanks. - See?

Just go with your gut.

Which of these are important?

All of them.

Anything special?

- Meaning? - Especially important?

The brief for the Zoska Steiner campaign.

A model?

You don't know who Zoska Steiner is?

A model, influencer, blogger.

One million IG followers, another mil on TikTok.

- And what are we to do? - Come up with stuff.

- Like what? - Something creative, right?

Like I said... - No beer? - No, just Kombucha.

They wouldn't OK anything. I doubt they even downloaded the brief.

- Want some? - Thanks, I'm on detox.

You?

- Is it OK, at work? - Green Tuesday.

A pro, I see.

Travis Scott special weed.

She's here, let's go.

- Thank you. - Cheers.

Nice...

We're looking for projects which are different.

And that's our priority.

Zosia is a brand which bears a mark of uniqueness.

Relax, we've done a very intense case study.

- So intense we dream of you at night. - Good dreams, I hope.

So... "Kill Bill" was our first reference.

Powerful, feminine, feministic vivid, dangerous, exotic.

But then we decided to reach to the roots of that aesthetic.

- John Woo, the killer. Bang! - Exactly. The VHS style.

Skyscraper rooftops... violence and nostalgia.

Danger, a dystopic metropolis... a fast-paced cut.

We live in troubled times,

we know you're involved in the climate change movement,

we don't want cheap escapist pastelmania...

Showing a better tomorrow through shattered dreams.

We've got the whole communication,

fonts, Instagram grids... we'll show it all on slides.

We'd shoot it in Shanghai, we're prepared production-wise.

Any other ideas?

That's right. Anybody?

Franek, the new man in our team.

Franek. Nice name.

Zosia's pretty too.

Any ideas, Franek?

Franek... go ahead.

I'm listening

how you've been talking about global warming, the dystopia and so on...

and I thought that maybe Zosia... maybe you...

Naturally, this is just an idea...

We're on a landfill.

- In Walbrzych. - Why there?

It has the worst landfill.

We're in Walbrzych, where it's grey, the smog is terrible...

stray dogs are eating leftovers from holes in the ground...

radioactive rods are sticking out...

the coronavirus is floating in the air, and you're wearing a gas mask,

holding that beverage...

Mange Mate.

And you say:

"The Earth is dying, it's beyond saving.

Also because of such beverages as this one.

You could've drunk tap water, but no...

you had to drink this sweetened shit

the production of which has destroyed half of global groundwaters.

Plastic factories, the transport of this crap all over the planet,

all that transformed the Earth into a radioactive...

wasteland.

The Earth died because you had to drink this shit.

Think about it. Global warming,

the fall of nation states, of global economy...

an apocalypse, because you had to drink that shit, to feel good!"

That's when you take the mask off and tell them to look you in the eye.

And your face is burned, mutated...

You'd have to hold your old picture so they'd know you.

And the beverage?

The beverage...

You're holding it like a Molotov cocktail!

And when you're done talking, you set if off and throw it.

Or maybe I light the picture, and use it to light the Molotov?

Exactly!

I'd just have to be careful not to hit those leftover-eating dogs.

- You'd throw it in the other direction. - Or at the camera.

At the camera, bingo! Bang!

Listen, it's not by any means an official idea.

That's a shame.

Because it's really great.

- That's how it should be done. - We can go different ways.

- We've got it. - I'm guessing no one will go for it.

The client may have some reservations.

- Have you tried this drink? - No.

- It's disgusting. - It is.

But... thanks.

Good bye.

Fuck, Franek, you're a mammoth.

In order to learn anything,

you'd have to listen to people 20 years younger.

- I can listen... - No one wants to talk you.

Nobody. You fucked a month's worth of their work.

When they're done hating you, they'll mock you,

and being mocked by kids is fucking terrible.

- You could only be their boss now. - I wouldn't know how.

Really? I'm sorry.

I don't want to be different. I don't want to be cooler.

I want to be happier.

What are you doing here?

- I've got a great idea. - What is it?

- A visit at Aunt Marzenka's? - Can we? - Sure we can!

- Fuck! - Dad! Language. - Sorry.

- We're in for a walk. - You are.

Go, go, go!

Fly!

- Come. - What's wrong?

I left my wallet at home.

- No, it doesn't work like that. - If you won't pay, the cops will come.

If they arrest you, I'll be stuck here. And I don't drive a scooter.

Take it. Take it!

- Where'd you get this? - From Szymon. Lunch money.

I'll pay it back.

Don't you have homework to do?

- Are you feeling sick or something? - I don't want your mother to kill me.

- She's got other homework now. - A lot cooler.

- Look, Dad, I'm a pastry chef. - Great.

Nina will go to a trade school and Matylda will kill us all.

You're not worried about Matylda and don't pretend it's otherwise.

I'm broke, Auntie.

Funny. It's what I've always wanted and now I can't handle it.

- Staszek has tons of money. - I've got my dignity.

- That much, but still. - He's not a bad man.

He can tell a serious situation from a trivial one.

- He's never had a serious situation. - You're having one.

You're his son. He'll always help you, I know it.

I'm exhausted.

We'll start baking, and you go chop firewood.

It helps.

I've never seen dough kneaded so well.

This place is awesome! Why couldn't I come here earlier?

You were too little, sweetie.

Did you play here as a boy, too?

These were all my treasures.

Dad... there's this magazine with a naked lady.

What?

The renovating crew must've left it when they were working on the house.

In your suitcase?

They must've gone through my stuff.

- And another one. - Give me that filth.

- This is so filthy... - I talked to your ex.

- And? - Nothing.

You can stay.

Awesome!

This is so cool!

- We'll give Auntie a hand, then right? - Yeah, sure.

Of course you will. It's not agritourism. Come on, kid.

- Dad, can I? - Yes, you can.

You know, some workers left naked ladies mags in Dad's suitcase.

Mine?

But then again, you don't always have to rise or fall.

You can also stop.

My father could draw money.

And I...

I can put everything on pause

I'm a magician, too.

And that's my trick.

God, it was so delicious.

I'd gladly stay with you guys, but I'm beat.

Go to bed, little flower.

Bye, hon.

- Quince. - Get it on.

- Sometimes I think she's not mine. - What?

She's too smart, too beautiful. It's some magic trick...

The world glimmered and there she is.

Magic trick, right...

She needs care, nurturing...

If she meets a guy like me, I'm going to kill him.

Franek, what the fuck? She's your daughter.

- Not your property. - Let's just say

I have maxed out her limit of bad and stupid guys.

Your father's bad, you're bad, everyone's bad...

what's the point of talking about it? And Nina will be OK.

Come on.

I love her too much.

That's a good thing. It's human.

You're human, Franek.

Whatever. I'm off to bed.

Love you.

- Hi, Franek. Hello, Nina. - Hello.

- Your father is in the study. - In what mood?

- How would I know? - Who else?

- And now, for symmetry... - Hi, Grandpa.

Hi, pumpkin!

- There... - Hi. - Hello.

Nina, go take a look at Grandpa's paintings.

- Naked ladies, as usual. - Maybe you'll give him new ideas.

No, thanks.

Listen...

What? You pawned your phone again?

Why, because you call us to ask about your granddaughter?

She doesn't need to worry.

Listen, I'm having a rough ride, starting from scratch...

A rough ride?

So what does your bad ride look like?

What the fuck do you want?

I need 50 grand to pay off the cafe owner.

I want to cry, looking at you.

Not tears of happiness.

- Cry then. - I gave you a painting.

How much did you sell it for?

I wish I'd thrown it away! Nina, let's go.

Pumpkin...

Wait a sec...

Buy yourself whatever you need.

Thank you. Bye, Grandpa.

Wait.

Wait till it dries and sell it.

- So, till next time, rascal. - Sure.

- Don't worry, it'll be all right. - Thanks.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Are you in trouble? - It's nothing. I'll deal with it.

- Will you? - Don't you believe in me?

You know, if I did, then... we'd be together.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... How's Auntie?

- Fine. She'll outlive us all. - Did you say hi? - Sure.

Honey, dinner!

- Hi. - Hi.

- So long, then. - Bye. Thanks!

Yeah?

Yes, yes, I know...

- You didn't work long. - Nope.

I opened the laptop and got one 100 e-mails.

- Did you take a selfie for keeps? - Fuck you. Sorry, Marysia.

- It's delicious. - Seconds, maybe? - Sure.

Be my guest. I just need a spoon. There it is...

- Hi, Celina! - Hi. We're going to the movies.

- But not the medieval ones? - It's 9 pm.

Theatres are still open.

I'm good.

- I'll drive you. - Honey, come on. - Mom!

Girls, take an Uber, both ways, OK?

I'm locking the house at midnight and no one gets in. Got it?

- Bye. - Bye!

The tough guy.

All right.

- What's going on? - Wait... - Are you guys pregnant?

Take a look.

- What is this? - Our business.

"Ours" meaning Piotrek's and mine.

And yours.

OK, Franek, listen us out,

don't curse, don't get upset, have mercy on our plates.

- You've got one minute. - We're opening a cafe.

And we want you to be our partner.

Not just a partner, and it's not just a cafe.

It's everything. A bookstore,

- Q&A sessions... - Slam, stand up.

- Concerts, everything. - The arty underground.

We can afford it. We make money elsewhere.

- Then open it. - We can invest,

but we don't have the X factor.

- That thing the Warszawska had. - It had a 100 grand of debt.

- Franek... - I told you doesn't work that way.

- Franek! - How does it work? - I've got to step outside.

- Smoke here. - Can I get some air?

For fuck's sake...

Go to him.

- Can I be fucking alone for a moment? - Let me have one.

Franek...

I can lend you as much as you need.

But what's the point?

I don't want a loan or anything from you.

But I can make it so everyone will be better off. That's what I do.

- And I need to do it on my own. - Open a bar?

- No, I need to go through this. - Go through what?

Please, try and understand.

I'm really fucking trying. It's hard.

I love you both, you're awesome friends. Just don't do it again.

It's more like a feeling.

Instinct.

It's hard to put a name on it.

A need?

Knowing that you have to see all those awesome views

on the way to rock bottom.

And complete all the levels of the game.

And besides, you can find something else on rock bottom.

Hidden treasures...

from wrecked ships.

- You? - You?

- How're things at the agency? - They fired me.

- 5 minutes after you've left. - Good job!

- Zoska, coming? - You said "God is dumb" in church, so...

I always do that!

Let's get some breakfast.

Come on!

- Zoska... - I'll join you guys later, OK?

Maybe I shouldn't use that phrase. "Rock bottom".

Rock bottom...

Maybe it's just a magic land?

Beyond the looking glass?

To enter it you need to surrender to gravity.

Fall...

and wait for the world to glimmer.