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Today is more low-key,
a variety of stars

showing a variety of ideas.

Today's guest is Lulla la Polaca,

Europe's oldest drag queen,
in the whole of Europe.

She's older than RuPaul.
So, you know...

Let's give her a round of applause!

I don't like the pumpkin-shaped ones.

They don't sit well with me.

This one is better.

This one and this,
looking like a small coffin.

This one is different, less angular.

- I'd like something very different.
- Different.

I'm almost 82.
I want everything planned

for the ones I leave behind.

- To relieve them of the burden.
- Exactly. I want to ask you this.

Would it be possible to make an urn
that looks like a stiletto?

Like a high-heel shoe?
I've been thinking about this.

This is not an easy task.

We would need a real artist.

- Exactly.
- I'll have to make some calls.

I don't have such contacts,

but there are people out there.

They have websites, but it's tricky.

It is such an unusual request.

It can't be done by just anyone.

- I wish you good health.
- Thank you.

Please be patient.
It may take a while.

- I'm not in a hurry.
- I'll be as fast as I can.

I need to find the right person.

I'm not in a hurry, because
I still have things to do here.

I'll move this chair.

It's not helping here.

It's open. Work's underway,
so the gate stays open.

- Why aren't you collecting your mail?
- I didn't have the...

- Are you scared it's the rent?
- It's always the rent.

- I'd be scared too.
- Of course it's about the rent.

Look. Read it.

Overpayment returned, 128 zlotys.

For once they're paying me.
It's the first time in 35 years.

Spend it on champagne.

- Here's to you.
- Cheers.

As if you'd ever say no.

Did you see someone last night?

No.

How come? Rysiek asked how it went
in the group chat.

Rysiek can ask,
but I don't have to answer.

Damian is one of my closest friends,
a real friend.

You don't meet many of those in life.

So the nature of this relationship
was never sexual.

I always felt
it might ruin our friendship.

He is the closest person I have,
someone I can rely on.

- I see.
- Like I said.

I can live for 300 years, why not?

Even though
it's obviously impossible,

but only as long as
I'm not bedridden.

- What did you fry in this pan?
- Eggs.

Irena.

Irena!

I found one,
but I think I'll throw it out.

- Throw it out if it's no good.
- It looks a bit strange.

The leg's good, but something
is wrong with the head.

It has a beautiful leg. Typical.

The face is shit,
but the leg is interesting.

Wonderful.

- You were trouble.
- Beautiful.

Hilarious.

We wrote it down here.

Ewa, two, Lulla and Irena, one.

We took notes
when we got the prints made.

Whose back is this?

Andrzej's.

- Is that your leg?
- Let me see.

- Or is it Ewa's?
- No, that's Ewa's leg.

That's Ewa's. Mine's here.

Is she still alive?

She was found dead under a table
with oranges all around her.

Lying under a table. She just died.
That's all.

Show me that.

I won't live for much longer.
I know exactly how long I'll live.

- You are so mean.
- Hello, pal?

Professor. I want to sing for you.

A hit song from our youth.

"I Fear Your Love".

Beautiful, jealous words

And all those sleepless nights

I fear your love

And the joy deep down

For I love you even now

Maciek was in front of the elevator,
shoes off, wearing only socks.

I said, "You're in bad shape.
I should stay."

He categorically disagreed.

He demanded that I leave his house.

The next day, when I went to
his place, I saw an ambulance.

The police were there.
Paramedics, too.

A doctor was issuing
the death certificate.

"Lulla, do not give me those pills

from the doctor or Tramal ever again.

You can't let me take any of them,
no matter what.

The meds are doing this to me,
as they did yesterday,

when I didn't let you put lotion
on my back.

Buy whatever you think is best
at the farmers' market.

I'd like some cherries
and strawberries, if they're sweet,

and some vegetables, asparagus.

Buy a few bundles from
the lady you always buy from

and whatever else you want."

This is the last piece
of Maciek's writing that I have left.

Listen. Memorize the order.
I go first and then Martyna,

Amanda, then Adelon
and then Shatina.

Vanessa, Gabryjella,

Zuza, Sanita and Sellina.

And Savannah goes last.

Sellina's not here. Cher's not here.

In the meantime, take a seat.

- You won't see much from here.
- You think?

- Of course.
- Through here, right?

Yes.

Girls, to the stage!
All of you, to the stage.

My sweet girls.

Are you singing tonight?

No, I'm just in the finale,
as the star of the evening.

Unfortunately,
encores are against the rules.

We have to keep going.

It's coming off, damn it.

- I need to take it off, then.
- You have to.

- What about this one?
- That one's fine.

Maybe I could stick it back.

The queen of the evening
is Gabryjella!

Let me announce the closing
of the Eighth Drag Queen Festival.

Maestro, cue the music.

But wait. There's more.

The special prize from Henryk Pasiut.

It goes to a person
who earned the opportunity

to perform on a proper stage
and be invited to perform

at the one and only
Polish Drag Queen Revue in Krakow.

That person is Adelon! Bravo!

All you ladies were perfect.

It was so wonderful to watch
and so difficult to judge.

Did Kim forget to call me
to the stage?

I don't know.

Doesn't matter.

How far is it?

- As far as my love is, dear.
- Here's fine, then.

Splendid.

- What time is it?
- Half past three.

Let's move. Chop, chop.
We have to make ourselves up too.

Mrs. Professor.

The nicest of all neighbors.

It's so hard to reach you.

- Good luck.
- I wish you all well.

- Hello, Mrs. Danusia.
- Hello.

The Three Kings didn't make it.

The weather stopped them.

But I've come today, instead. We're
having some guests over tonight.

I'm glad.

So am I,
happy that you approve of it.

I also have a request.

It'll be a fancy evening.

I'd like to put a mannequin
wearing a black evening gown here.

- Beautiful.
- Can I do that?

Gloria victis.

Mannequin to the hall.

- Will you manage alone?
- I have to.

He had his fantasies. He was crazy.
He had ideas.

He goofed around.

"Let's stage a show. Let's stage
Dulska with an all-male cast."

That was his idea.

I beg your pardon. I'm not dressed.

Close your eyes.

The guests are arriving.

My calves are trembling already.
Who knows what'll happen in an hour?

He's helped me a lot.
He opened the world to me,

but in the end, he mistreated me.

He told me to stay calm
and to come the next day.

By the time I arrived,
he was already pale.

He must have died between 2:00 and
3:00 a.m., which means he lied to me.

I suspect...

and I can only suspect that...

if he'd let me stay that night,
I wouldn't have let it happen.

But I had no choice,
as he asked me to leave.

I couldn't act against his will.

Lulla, come here, darling.

Bravo!

As always, we meet among the best,
the nicest, the greatest people.

We have a surprise for you
this evening.

We will stage an excerpt from
The Morality of Mrs. Dulska .

The story of Mrs. Dulska began
with the late Maciek Grzywna

who died a year and a half ago.
Our dear friend.

Maciek is looking at us from above.

Let's do this for him,
so that he can remember us fondly.

Let's start the evening that way.

What scandal you have caused
by your poisoning.

- That's what this is about?
- What else would it be?

An ambulance in front of my tenement,

as if this was some tavern
where people fight.

But I was very sick then.

I didn't know what I was doing.
I was out of my mind.

Sure, my lady.
Sure. Every suicide is.

It's a loss of morality, an offense
against God. It's cowardice.

But, madam, I didn't know
what I was doing.

I was out of my mind.

Sure, my lady. Every suicide is.

It's a loss of morality
and a lack of God.

It's cowardice. Yes, it's cowardice
and a ruination of one's soul.

Luckily, suicides get buried aside.

They shouldn't cut in
between us decent people.

The great lawyer, Maciek Grzywna,
has passed away,

a man of great heart,
a friend of the people

This is the obituary
that I posted last.

"Maciek,
I followed you like Sancho Panza.

Knights-errant don't leave
their squires on the road to nowhere.

Full of sadness and memories,
I bid you farewell. Lulla."

My lover.

My lovers left last year
with the last of the melting snow.

And new ones never appeared.

Before I expire...

- I must... What's so funny?
- Because you want to...

Do you have everything planned
for when you die?

Yes. I will donate my corpse
to a medical university.

They can take what they need

and burn the rest and scatter it.
That is reasonable.

It's magnificent,
what you're saying.

You'd still want to perform
at the Moulin Rouge.

Not the Moulin Rouge.

- But White Horse?
- White Horse...

You'll go on stage as Black Horse?

I have no intention of performing.
I want to take my last breath there.

That's what I said,
like the black horses.

That would cause a scandal.

They pass each other wildly on stage.

Then it all turns into flames,

as if a volcano erupted on stage.

That's what I call an entourage

for the spectacular death
of an old lady.

Let's brush our teeth, girl,
and go to bed. It's 4:00 a.m.

- We're fucking babbling.
- It's four already?

I'm calling about the urn.

I found a pottery artist

willing to do it.

I'm sending you her number.

- Hello.
- Hi.

The creative part is not the problem.
The technical part is.

The vessel for the ashes

has to hold at least 2.5 liters.

That's a typical...
In your case, it may be less.

But you are bony
and the ashes are mostly bones.

But the size limit for
a columbarium niche

is 40 by 40 centimeters.

If we made it a platform shoe,
though,

there would be enough space
for the ashes

with a discreet and delicate
closing mechanism at the bottom.

- Would you like a gold-plated heel?
- You catch my drift.

You like that, don't you?

- Great meeting.
- It was nice meeting you.

- Fantastic.
- Does anyone of your loved ones...

- Who's taking care...?
- Who's taking care of the stiletto,

do they know that you're here?

...then you will win a gold ring.

Come on.
We're drinking vodka at 7:00 a.m.?

It's not 7:00 a.m.

It's 7:26.

Let's see what it says.
What does it say?

- "I can't forget you."
- There. I really can't forget you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
due to unforeseen circumstances,

the train will arrive in Berlin
five minutes later than scheduled.

What a nightmare.
I'll be late for my manicure.

- The key. Holy mother of God.
- Room 212.

How elegant.

- Insane, how comfy.
- She's gone crazy, you know?

Lie down. Jump on this bed.

Camera!

What's your name? Yes, please.

- Why don't we walk a bit?
- No way, no walking.

- You've been walking for six hours.
- You're tired.

Tired of the weather, sure.

- Your legs are hurting.
- No, my legs are not hurting.

- Why don't you want to walk?
- Because I'm soaking wet.

- So am I. What's the problem?
- Oh, God.

Leave God out of this.

I'm at the hotel.
Where else would I be?

I was terribly tired.
Who's pouring vodka and whiskey?

I would've taken them by storm,
but I'm glad I stayed in.

We'd be fighting for attention
like pigs for a mud pit.

Damian, stop saying I chose to sleep.
I was extremely tired.

You tried to wake me up
and I didn't even feel it.

You keep forgetting that
I'm 50 years older than you.

When will you finally get that?

Maciek leaned back in his chair
and said,

"There are two types of people.

There are people who want to live.

And there are people who,
at some point,

don't want to live anymore."

Good morning.

I have an organizational question
about my balcony.

- I have a gate up there.
- You have to remove it.

So I have a question and a favor
to ask. Would you do it for me?

What's the estimated date?

- Around September.
- Around September?

Turn off the computer
and let's go party.

You go alone.

Then let's go pick up some guys.

I've never felt the need to do that
in my life.

Irena.

It's almost 7:00 p.m.

I'm begging you.
Let's go to some kind of dance.

I really don't want to.

Make an exception for me tonight,
please.

You're my best friend.
You know that perfectly well.

I just don't know where.
Bristol or Zdrojowa?

I found something on Facebook.

This person says,
"I kind of like it."

"I kind of like it." How many stars?

- Two.
- Two?

Let's get dressed.

- I'm already dressed.
- Let's go then.

Just this one dance.

- I really can't. My leg hurts.
- Okay, we're almost done.

I can move forwards,
but not sideways.

I didn't realize I was so limited.

- I still hope something will happen.
- I hope nothing else happens.

- In my life?
- In mine.

I'm talking about mine.

- A hedgehog?
- It could be a hedgehog.

So cute.

Look.

Show me your face.

Maciek envied all of it.

My sense of humor, my energy,
my eagerness.

To go out and have some vodka,

to go to a show, to party like crazy,
he wasn't like that.

He used to say Lulla had 100 lovers.

He would say it as if it was wrong.

And it hurt me.

When he died, I even said
he made me look like a fool.

Since my love life

is pretty disastrous...

No, wait.
Do you know any dating websites?

Damian doesn't use them. He only uses
his phone. Grindr, that is.

Grindr is a waste of time.
It's all one-night stands.

A guy comes over, gets what he wants

and then he fucks off. Not my style.

Then ask him to send it to you.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I have an important question.

I want to add a picture

to my Fellow profile,

but I want it to be
an analog picture.

The main photo, a private photo,
an adult photo, a face pic.

I am a guy
from a real-life fairy tale.

I'm not looking for a movie star.

I want a responsible guy,

who wants a sensible partnership.

I'll add...

a full stop.

I've met storytellers before.
Nothing ever came out of it.

I encourage the curious types
to make nice advances.

I propose an interesting meeting.
Lulla.

- TALK - MEET - MAYBE SEX?
- SURPRISE ME!

MEET

We arrange a way
to recognize one another.

I'll wear red. I'll wear green.
I'll wear nothing.

I'll wear white.
I'll wear a feather bonnet.

If someone arranges a meeting,
we set the location.

If I go and the person's not there,
the only way to describe it is

it's rude, indecent
and untrustworthy.

The merry-go-round goes round
The music is still on

I feel myself rocking to its beat

And one and two and three

Lift your hearts up with a smile

Vigilance sleeps, I get a little sick
Eating apple pie for breakfast

What will you give me, Lord?

At this uncertain time?

What words shall lull my soul
My future

For all the remaining years?

Just a few old rags

So I could sit my ass down

Whether it's worth it or not
I pour liquor down my throat

To soothe my sorrow

Where are you? Come to us.

I'm coming, darling.
I'm flying towards you.

Come on, then. We're waiting for you.

I'm glad you're waiting.

Oh, my. Why sit on the floor?

- I'll stand and you sit.
- Sit down and stop fucking whining.

- I don't like you speaking this way.
- Am I not allowed to vent?

- You are, of course.
- So calm down and shut up. Sit down.

Lower your voice a bit, please.

It's nicer when we hear what
we're saying without the shouting.

You're being repetitive.
Why repetitive?

It's unnecessary.
It's not your style.

I didn't come here for to argue with
you. That's all I'm going to say.

You are a wonderful person.
You know that perfectly well.

I am a woman of steady principles

My husband, my home
Nothing else matters in life

But now and then
An intoxicating force

Drives me away from home
And I just have to say

I'm in the mood for
A lapse into romance

An amorous and charming Zwischenruf

One that breaches or changes nothing

No strings attached, no spells
No vows, no pompous words

Our baths and saunas.

That's where we socialized.

Those places were underground,
the basement.

Some were in the sub-basement.

They had deeper...

basements.

If someone like that sat next to you,

on the sauna bench,

you could give them a birch whisk

and ask them to whip your back.

Spank me. Whip my back, master.

It could go either way.

But there were often
too many volunteers.

One way or another, we managed.
It was delightful.

Though sometimes, it would get scary.

It was a world of our own.
We felt free.

It worked and made us all very happy.

I'm no different from a doctor,
attorney, railroader or policeman.

The more visible we are, the more
chances we have to be understood

by those who still think
we should stay excluded.

I want that damned crowd

who thinks we are not people

to be able to understand this.

"My measurements are 175,

77-17 centimeters.

Average build, very short hair."
It's not short. You're bald.

"I don't know all the parks
in Warsaw, but from those I've seen,

this one is the most charming.

And those pesky squirrels,

who climb up your pants
to get to the peanuts.

Cheers."

Cheers to you,
but you're not getting my peanuts.

"A skinny and handsome boy

looking for tops and bottoms

for a hot and intense meeting.

200 per hour."

"A bottom with an apartment."
Well, well.

Both a bottom and with an apartment.
"Your age doesn't matter.

I arrive. You get me on my knees
and you take your pants off.

You sprinkle your dick with coke

and enter me so fast
that it makes me scream."

Science fiction.

"I love big balls
and unmannered men."

I'm not upset. I just...

I keep telling you one thing.

All this isn't worth shit.
I'm not the one reaching out.

It isn't worth shit,
yet every other day,

a different boy knocks on your door.

Maybe on your door.
No one knocks on mine.

Would it be so bad
if it turned into sex?

- I don't know that it could.
- It's good for your health.

- For your mental health.
- At your age, it's recommended.

- Cheers.
- Pig's ears.

POLICE

Damian, you don't do that.

If you decide to go faster than me,

if you get ahead of me
without saying a word,

you should leave
my other shoes behind for me.

I have no money and no shoes.

Soon I'll be worn out.

I'll turn around and just go home.

Please, wait for me.

You can move ahead again after that.
I need you to wait for me now.

I am next to the shops CCC
and Reserved.

Wait for me, please.

Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm fanning your face. It's hot.
- Wonderful. I'm very glad.

- I can only thank you.
- You're welcome.

Great.

- Can I take a photo with you?
- Absolutely.

I love you.

- Have we met before?
- No, I saw an interview with you.

It was a good interview, right?

- Was it you who did that interview?
- Yes, it is.

- You are so great.
- I'm glad.

- Can I give you a hug?
- But of course.

You're great.

- Can I give you a hug?
- Yes.

Oh, my God.

DO NOT ENTER.
CONSTRUCTION WORKS UNDERWAY.

I still think I'll meet someone
to be here with me.

Someone will land
on this new balcony,

knock on my window and say,

"It's you I've been thinking about.
Let's build a life together anew.

Yours may be short,
but you'll bring delight into mine."

I'm sorry, starlet,
but I'm moving you somewhere else.

You can hang in a different spot.

You're at it again.

What's the occasion,
drinking champagne?

We're celebrating
the package's arrival.

Champagne is the best way
to celebrate a present.

It's so big. Put it on the couch.

- Not the couch.
- Don't let it fucking fall.

What is this? So much wrapping paper.

- Lift it.
- This is it.

So help me God.

And all the saints applaud.

Wow. Wow.

Look at this.

Where do the ashes go?
Here in the open part?

They come in a bag.
You always get two bags.

- The heel has a tip.
- It's gold-plated.

Try to open it.
It can't be stuck like this.

And don't play with it anymore.
Leave it like that.

So that you don't spill out
during the funeral.

But still... There's more?

- It's your size, I think.
- There's more?

Oh, fuck.

I can't believe it. Look.

I've lived for 82 years

without having earrings
shaped like my urn?

Now, this is fun.

Anyway, I want a ceremony,
but I want it to be fun.

Go crazy.
At a pub, by the river, in a circus.

- Wherever.
- The circus sounds fancy.

The circus will be fine,
monkeys jumping on ropes.

You lot gathered in the arena
around Lulla packed in a stiletto.

If you do anything with
the apartment, arrange a...

- Museum.
- Museum is a stupid word!

Lulla's memorial room. That's all.

You can even fuck around
with a neon sign by the stairs.

- Lulla's memorial room.
- Lulla's memorial room, this way.

Let me make some coffee.

We'll put it away
and forget about death.

- That's enough.
- Wait.

Let's not think about this anymore.

Don't die on me yet.

"I'm not looking for a plushy,
a toy, a son, a grandson,

a dog, a pig, a bitch or a master,

but a full-sized
and hot-blooded partner,

who's not afraid of closeness.

Sex only, and I mean only,
in a committed relationship.

Looking within my town.

25 to 99 years old.
Warsaw, Bialoleka."

That's not that far.

What would you...?

What would you...? Okay.

What would you...?

No, that's not it.

You've attracted...

my attention

with your goal...

of meeting someone...

through this profile.

Can you believe that a grown man
is able to move

to a world of fairy tales?

That's an unbelievable story.

I myself find it hard to believe
it could happen to me

during the past several hours.

A grown man stood behind the gate,

holding a small briefcase.

He looked at his watch,
smoking a vape pen

and asked to use my bathroom.

He came out of the shower
completely naked.

He extended his hand to me
and said, "I'm Tomek."

I said, "I'm Andrzej.
Nice to meet you."

He told me he was married

and that he has two kids.

And then he asked if I could hug him.

I felt emotions

rising up within me.

Very few words were spoken

after we lay down on the couch.

In the way we connected,
he was so tender,

so charming, so warm.

I haven't had such lovely sex
in a long time.

I thought, "What will happen now?"

When he walked out, I said,
"I'll see you later."

He turned around and he grinned

and said just one word, "Soon."