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The Film Enterprise "Zespoly Filmowe"

Film Unit "Tor" presents:

FAMILY LIFE

Stop that chatter.

We're just leaving for a minute.

What are you looking at, girls?

- Is that Octavia yours?
[1961 Škoda Octavia]
- Yes.

So, it has an honor guard now!

Jacek, let's play!

Okay, 13.

Mr. Braun, give me a number, please.

- What for?
- For the sports Lotto.

If it were Toto lotto,
then I'd give you a number.

What's the difference.

Miss Basia...

6.

Marek, give me a number, quickly.

17.

Thank you.

Marek, have you noticed that people
very rarely select 1 and 49.

Well...

They treat a coupon like a
target, select in the middle,

while the probability of shooting
into the corners is the same.

- Of course, you're absolutely right.
- What did I select?

- 17.
- Why?

I picked 6.

And you?

No, I have my principles, and in
addition, I have no small change.

I'll put in for you.

You'll still loose.

You'll be embarrassed when we win.

On the contrary.

This is our design office.

Please.

Please.

My dear colleague, tell me...

No, no, for the details
let's move further on...

This way, please.

Generally, we design mechanisms
for transportation equipment.

Please.

And here is our brand new technical solution
of the handle for the so-called boat.

Here, they develop
original solutions...

the bolts for boats...

What's that?

You know, I'm not very good
at technical terms.

This is not a bolt, it is a slug.

- We're using our high speed metal process
- I see

- Clear.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

Please.

After all, I said it correctly, didn't I?

Yes.

You will go to India, you'll see.

Well, of course.

Would you like a pear? I have two.

- Did you get it from your parents?
- Yup.

What are you doing on Sunday?

Who?

You and Krystyna?

Why do you marry us like that?

So what you are doing?

I don't know.

Likely, Krystyna will be studying.

Maybe you'd like to
take a trip to Wisla?

Will you go?

Well, I'll think about it.

Hello, Design Bureau

Yes, right away.

Administration wants to see you.

- They didn't tell you the reason?
- No.

I told you so. He's
already sent on the trip.

Excuse me,
but you called me.

Yes, wait a minute.

I got a telegram message.
Here you are.

FAMILY LIFE

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Have you replied to the telegram?

No, we will be there faster than
they would have received the reply.

Hey, how old is your father?

Over sixty.

Well, it's not such an old age.

You know, in all his
life he was never sick...

Turn right now.

- What do they produce here?
- Glass.

Before the war they made crystal
and laboratory glass.

I'll bring you some water.

Listen, go and find out.

Maybe we need to get to a chemist
or a doctor, I'm in no hurry.

Is there anyone home?

- So you arrived?
- Yes.

So what? You won't say hello?

Good afternoon.

Rather, good evening.

I could not come earlier.

I just said good evening.

I thought that if you came at all it'd
more likely be tomorrow morning.

Why if?

You're still asking?

Let's not start quarrelling.
How is my father?

He's asleep.

I asked what happened to him?

I don't know. A bit of everything.

- Be more precise.
- I don't know.

I told you that
nothing was clear.

Well, and what are the symptoms?

When you talk to him,
you'll see for yourself.

- Is he in his room?
- Yes.

Good dog, good dog...

Caligari, come here...

He doesn't bite.
But he has lice.

You can't blame him for the lice.

There are so many people around
he could have gotten them from.

Caligari.

But there is no reason to look
at me so indecently.

Oh, gosh.

That wasn't very successful.

I wanted to embarrass you.

- Are you delivering something?
- No. I brought Witek.

Nice to meet you.

I'm his sister, Izabella.

No, it's dirty.

Freshly plucked.

Thank you.

Caligari!

He has such bad breeding. Caligari!

There's no water?

Nope. The water dispenser has
been broken for two years.

- Can't it be repaired?
- Sure it can be.

What? Has someone fainted?
Why do you need so much water?

Wit!

Hello. How's it going?

Good afternoon.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

A prodigal brother returned.

Stop pretending to be crazy.

Pretend?
I can pretend to be normal,...

but I don't want to.

Enough?

Why wouldn't you invite
our guest into the house?

No thanks, I have to go.

I'm going back to Warsaw, and in the
morning I have to be in Chorzów.

- In Chorzów?
- Yes.

- Why?
- For my work.

God, how people do work.

Stay for tea.

Aunt, we have a guest for tea.

- How is your father?
- God knows.

Go through the main entrance, please.

Well, come in! Come inside.

Wit.

This is my friend, from the university.

Sobota.

- And this is our aunt.
- Please, please.

Why do you pretend that
you don't look around?

It's normal.

Wit didn't tell you
about our family nest?

After all you're friends.

Now it's desolate...

And this is our mother.
Aunt's own sister.

She is quite unlike
her, isn't she?

Our mother is so beautiful, only
dad does not distinguish between them.

Especially in the dark.

Could you finally
collect your belongings?

You see, I can not.

Was there an accident?

I saw that Father was also bandaged.

- An accident?
- Yes.

Accident isn't a sufficient word for it.
It was a disaster.

Why isn't he in the hospital?

Why isn't Father in the hospital?

Ask him yourself.

Maybe he'll explain it to you.

- Who is treating him?
- Doctor Romer.

- He's practically got alzheimer's.
- But he plays bridge very well.

That means he always
loses to dad.

Can't you bring in a more
serious doctor for Father?

You speak as if you
don't know Father.

Probably Wit has already forgotten Daddy.

You need to know that
he's a rather rare visitor.

It's been six years since he was last here.

And he left very quickly because
of a difference of opinion with Daddy.

You can't do without
these memories?

No. I can not.

Well, I must go now.

No, there's tea now.

- But I have to go.
- No, come in!

Tea will be served in a moment.

No, please stay on if you can,
until we have some clarity about Father.

Shouldn't someone be
watching after Father now?

When he wakes up, he'll let us know.

We're talking, we may not hear him.

Well, tell me what
really happened here.

You sent the telegram that he
had been in a serious condition.

Because it's serious.

Then I do not understand.
I just do not understand,

how a sick person can be
left unattended.

So, we don't take care of Daddy.

Aunt, did you get that?

Wit thinks we don't care about Daddy.

Oh really!

When Father carried buckets of
water all last winter

after the pipes burst,
his heart didn't hurt then?

I didn't wash myself for two months.

But nobody forced you
to live in this house.

Well, never mind,
it's Wit's way of life.

We do, in fact,
love each other,

but only platonically, from a distance.

Well, what is he like now? Well?

Watch out, you'll fall.

No, I'll not fall off.

Well, what is he like now, tell me.

Well, I can't give up a friend.

Oh, spill the beans!

And I'll tell you all about him,
I'll give up all,

even though he's my brother.

You can't imagine,
how he was such a good, sweet boy.

Mum's favorite.

And he was hard working and polite.

And how well he
served at mass.

Did you know that he
served at mass?

And he was very kind to animals.

And then he was at a Piarist Catholic school,
there he came under their bad influence.

Well, and he decided that
he wouldn't see us any more.

Come on, look, it's Witek, and that's me.

Isn't it true that he
looks like an angel?

And deep in his soul
he remained so.

Certainly he still thinks about us.

Maybe he's praying in secret.

Praying? That's impossible.

Ziemowit is an active member of
the Society of the Secular School.

An activist?

The activist! Wit.

- Bella!
- Watch Out!

Well, what have you done?

Shelves...

sold...

to the antiques shop.

The clock also...

The sconces, those silver ones,
do you remember?

Also sold...

The carpet on which you used to trot, it's sold,
and in a month it will be exchanged for coal.

Well does that hurt you?

- No.
- No?

Or maybe it was necessary
to ask for your opinion?

Legally, because there
is your share here...

Ah, well, yes, there's Mom.

And Mom is sold out too.

Only for pennies since she's not old.

Well, if only she had a halo,
she could go as Madonna.

Icons are now in fashion, right?

Some American will buy our Mom.

Bella, Bella,

Why should I always do everything
in this house myself?

I have nothing against it,
you do an excellent job.

Bella, I advise you not to talk back.

You know perfectly well that
I work alone in this house,

and you come here as a guest
to rest from time to time,

when you have breaks from your
suspicious company at the bar!

Aunty thinks that I'm living the high life.

Yes of course, the high life!

You probably don't know
that she's not working at all.

Because I don't like to.

Yes, I know what you like!

Indeed, you're right. What should
I bring you from the garden?

Do you know why she doesn't work?

What should I bring you from the garden?

Some dill and a lettuce.

Excuse me, Mister, but in this
house everyone is abnormal.

Even the dog.

You could withhold these
demonstrations in front of my friends.

After all, they are normal people,

and they don't necessarily need to know
about all the miserable secrets of this house.

Don't complain. After all, you
brought this guy here yourself.

To be precise, he brought me.

Then it's clear you haven't
earned enough for a car.

Maybe I will yet.

Maybe you're hungry?

So take it and eat.

No, I don't like...

- What's that noise?
- Wait a minute. It's must be your father. I'll go see.

Caligari come here, come,

Caligari, go...

Come on, let's go.

You have a beautiful garden.

Grandpa wanted to have
a wonderful Garden of Eden.

He imported the flowers, which
naturally got frozen out.

And here, was the lovers corner.

And this is the goddess of love.

See, here, where these
blocks of flats stand,

that used to be our park once.

They plan to build
it up everywhere.

Meanwhile, we sell in pieces
all that we can.

And who is your father?

Well?

Perhaps he's not a priest?

Nope. A peasant.

That means... an agriculturist.

Yes, peasant.

A peasant.

So, no one carps about you.

- But Wit is not rebuked either.
- Because, Wit is extraordinary.

Caligari, Caligari,

Well, come on, come on, Caligari!

Do you lock it away from Father?

It's not my idea, he asked himself.

- So, then he still drinks?
- Still!

So you don't know
that he was treated for alcoholism?

Well, how about now?

Now? I do not know.

What do you mean, "I do not know?"

Listen, Wit, such serious conversations
should not be taken with me.

My job is just kitchen help, pots and pans.

You heard what Bella said.

Anyway, when father gets up,
you'll talk with him yourself.

- What do you mean, "gets up?"
- Well, there will be dinner.

We'll not have lettuce.

Why were all these lies in the telegram?

For you to finally understand that you
have responsibilities in this house.

Caligari trampled all the beds of lettuce.

The dill is finished.

I've always said this dog
must be kept on a chain.

Over my dead body!

I'll never agree to this, you have to be
completely heartless,

to propose such things.

Who sent the telegram?

Bella.

Don't let the dog in here! Caligari!

Caligari, come here!

Hooligans! Get out, get out of here!

- He won't bite?
- Nope! Go away!

It'll be back in a moment.

Close the door!

- Did you send the telegram?
- Me.

For what?

Boor, ladies abuser.

Hell, he wanted to bite my hand.

My name is Braun.

Sobota.

Wit's university classmate.

Nice to meet you, please.

Please, sit down.

So, you are a colleague of my son?

Jadzia, don't get distracted,
prepare the dinner.

You probably are
hungry after the trip.

Bella, sit decently.

So, you are a colleague of the man
who used to be my son.

You are truly surprised that I
speak in the past tense.

No, no, this man did not die, no,

and in a sense of law, he remains
my son,

As he is, in the biological sense,
flesh of my flesh.

Only the mother knows with certainty.

Bell, don't joke like that
or you'll be ejected.

So, your friend refused
to perform his duties

and therefore
he lost his rights.

He ceased to be our son.

He thinks he chose freedom,

but this is only an illusion, of course.

He simply ran away from home.

I believe he now lives in Chorzów?

Yes.

What are you looking for?

What is this man looking for?

For the train schedule.

Where are you going, Sir?

I asked: where are you going, Sir?

- Is Father talking to me?
- Yes, to you, Sir.

To Warsaw.

Is it important?

You can take your time.
No one is showing you the door.

Once, in six years, you can drink tea in
the house in which you were raised.

Excuse me,
I really have to go.

I'll go back to Warsaw, and in the
morning I have to be in Chorzów.

No way, dinner is served now.

I'm sorry, but I,
really need to.

If I can ask you for anything,

if a stranger, an old man,
can ask you for anything, then,

I beg you to stay.

There is no need to ask him.

He will not leave anyway.

Why?

Because it's dark, and your car
has no lights. Sit down.

- How is that I don't have lights?
- Well, you don't.

None. Neither headlights,
nor directionals, nor stoplights.

What happened to them?

I twisted out the fuses.

What? Don't you believe me?

I can twist them out.

Stay if you want,
I'll catch the next train.

Wit!

Stop those theatrical gestures!

I'm not the theatrical one here.

You ruined such a wonderful scene
for your father.

He has planned it for six years.

You see? You're ridiculous.

Spare us these cheap gestures.

I'm sorry, these are our family affairs.

Your friend wronged us
and so I'm glad

that you will be here as
an objective witness.

Sit down!

He is becoming
more and more like me.

Especially now.

How old are you?

Well, you could
remember it, at least.

But I will remind Daddy when it was.

It was when they wanted
to lodge with us

some family from the neighborhood.

In the autumn, in 1945.

The doctor gave a certificate
that there will be twins.

Wit saved us from the
additional tenants.

Wit is our the only hope
through today.

Listen, Marek, perhaps you
want to wash your hands.

Show him where the bathroom is.

I'll show him.

Well, let's go.

Did you have anything to do
with the telegram?

So, you did.

What? Bella brought me here
without your awareness?

Have you had an accident?
What happened?

Tell me, finally,
what's going on?

What is it exactly?
Are you dying or not dying?

Do you need help?

I see, I disappointed you.
You have come with the idea of a funeral.

Stop it.

I want to know why
I was called up here.

What do you want from me
and what am I supposed to do.

For now, it is enough
that you're here.

There are worms.

Centipedes.

They crawl out after the rain,
and Caligari loves to lick them.

This is abominable, isn't it?

Have you ever looked at
human skin under the microscope?

Pores like craters.

It's nasty too, nasty...

- Ugly hands.
- I know.

Never mind.

I love the abomination.

I'm a true humanist.

I like people,...

Do you get it?

Yes, I understand...

Don't try to be clever.

You don't even realize
how much you loose that way.

Bella!!

Bella, are you entertaining
guests in the bathroom again?

What do you mean by again?

Should I answer you?

Do you know this woman is really
an intruder in our house?

She's a parvenu.

Be careful with this girl.

Look. A jealous one.

Please, please, sit down.
Please.

Thank you.

You'll forgive our spartan way,

but my wife is abroad,
and the whole house is a bit lame.

Jadzia, stop swirling about and sit down.

Put some wine on the table.
We have guests.

Unfortunately, I am driving.

But you'll sober up by
tomorrow morning.

No, I really must go. I wouldn't
like to cause any trouble for you.

Do not talk rubbish
Where would you go at night?!

We have enough space here.
And you'll go in the morning.

Jadzia, I said something.

Don't let me force you.
Please, take some food.

- Thank you.
- Why so moderately? It's from our garden.

I told you, I don't drink.

I'm not trying to persuade you.

To the health of our
guests, dear Marek.

All the best!

Well! Daddy will give us
the concert today.

What did you say?

It's a secret.

In a party's company there are no secrets.
Repeat what you said.

I was dreading
what's ahead of us today.

You were sorry.

This girl is always unhappy.

Always hurt.

Have I already told you
she had been in prison?

Dad!

I'm just asking whether
you already mentioned it.

I didn't say for what.

Father also did his time.

Indeed, I did.
Almost two weeks.

It was preventive, so to speak.

During the nationalization.

Then, as a rule, everyone was put in jail.

They were afraid of sabotage.

So, Wit hasn't told you that this
factory used to belong to us?

Nope.

You see, my great-grandfather, Alfred Braun

was a dissident and he arrived in Poland

to escape religious persecution.

He set up a workshop here.

History goes in circles.

At the beginning and at the end
of it there was a workshop.

Alfred made enough money,
so he employed 20 people.

There is a picture of the enterprise
in the middle of the last century.

You can take a look.

After him it was my grandfather
Wlodzimierz who managed the iron ore

he had expanded it even more...

and contrary to what you learn
in a Marxism course,

he was not the exploiter.

Before the war I began the
production of laboratory glass

and laboratory equipment

and I even bought Zeiss' license.

And now they are expanding the
heat-resistant glass shop.

Heat-resistant glass
and heat treatment.

They export a lot...

To Holland, France.

As heat-resistant glass is today

the most basic thing for everything...

Even in the satellites.

Bella, stop it, the piano is not tuned!

Dad was an early adopter of the latest
advances in technology.

This girl has wasted her talent.

Her mother is incredibly musical.

Yeah, my mother is incredibly... musical!

My kids are wasting themselves.

Wit too.

But why?

I see you may not know,

but Wit is a great expert.

That's not necessary, Marek.

I crave to go through fire

where the shadows grow

immersed in the purest
abyss of nothingness.

Washed in the happiness,

which does not know a life.

Fire, the eternal element,

you bring the deliverance.

Well, how do you like it?

- I don't know, I don't understand.
- Never mind.

Well, who wrote it?

Well?

Slowacki? Byron?

Schopenhauer?

I don't really like poetry.

See, Daddy, he doesn't
know who wrote it.

I wrote it myself.

In the end, there is
nothing to be ashamed of.

You're right, there is nothing.

I published it at my own expense.

No one lost anything on it.

It's only now that the State
subsidizes writers.

I became an industrialist
instead of a poet.

You'll fetch the pipe
from my room upstairs.

You won't be smoking both
of them at the same time.

So, you'll take this one away.

I have not asked you. You're a guest here.

You are probably very tired.

I'll prepare a bed for you now.

Don't drink it, Father.

Why?

What are your rights that you
want to forbid me anything?

By the right of a son, that's
what you want to say.

But you already
revoked this right.

What do you mean by that?

In your opinion, is the son's love,
the love of things that you love?

This garden, this wreck of a house,
the streaks in the bathroom?

Without it, one
can't love just you?

No, one can not.

In that case, I'm a villainous son.

You think you're villainous.

You would like to be,
but you overestimate yourself.

I know that at the end
you'll come back to us.

How do you know?
Why do you predict that I will loose?

This is so pusillanimous.

I know, because once I
wanted to escape from here.

Once I wanted quit this house,
this circle of people.

And you are like me.

You jump to conclusions.

You say that I am just like you.

And it might be worth asking if I
ever wanted to be like you.

And you certainly know that I didn't want that.

Every man has his limit.

You would not be able
to outdo yourself.

No, Wit. You do overestimate
the power of human willpower.

You overestimate the
power of the individual.

I don't know why you're
taught Marxism at the university.

You talk about man in isolation, about
character and the strength of will

and you forget about the whole context:

social, class, biological,
historical and so on.

That's it.

That's it. So I
changed my context.

No, the history did the change.
You would not have done it yourself.

Don't forget that you were
always in a privileged position.

As a child you were learning English.

And then for a couple of years
you had a governess.

Can you compare yourself
with the average peasant's son?

Yes, you just forget that in
university I lived off a scholarship

and I was fed from the parcels
received by peasant's children,

Marek, for example.

And I wasn't accustomed, like him, to wake
up at five in the morning to light the oven

and have potato soup six times a week.

You would not have ventured for
that if we still had had a factory.

You know, I understand why you
have to say so now, but...

I have a serious advantage over you.

Which one?

I'm not keen on convincing you now.

Wit, you are extremely selfish,

You want to save only yourself,
and you don't care for anything else.

But you don't understand that
you're preparing a trap for yourself.

You can not live without roots.

Come on, I knew many like that,
they do an excellent job,

of not looking back,
they live and move upward.

Up?!

Where do you want to climb to?

You're an engineer, maybe even a capable
one, if your friend doesn't lie.

And what's next? You may
become a director one day.

Do you know how I treated
the directors?

Wit, do not pretend that you are after
professional success, after the work.

This is simply not true.

You live only by negation,

You live so that you can
prove something to me.

You live in spite of me, of Bella
of aunt, in spite of this house...

so when we are gone,
you will feel a huge void.

Bring some wood, we'll
light the fireplace.

There's enough wood here.

Please, bring it.

Where shall I get it?

From the workshop.

Excuse me, I need a
key to the workshop.

Through the window... Get in...

Really, through the window.
I'll show you.

Bella, what did I send you for?

- For your pipe.
- It's not needed now.

Leave Wit and help
Aunt to do the dishes.

Meanwhile, I'll talk to Marek.

Daddy wants to talk with Marek.

Yes?

Well, Dear Marek?

Well?
You wanted to talk to me.

Yes, yes, yes.

You probably traveled a lot?

Yes, I did.

I have been to India,
actually, several times.

Perhaps you are surprised, as you
don't remember those days

when a person could take a train
or even get on a plane

and go where he wanted.

Like to India.

My father traveled only a little.

That was bad.

Well, it was...

Do you know if everything works out,

then our company
will build something,

in India or Pakistan.

Well, then...

It's wonderful.

Yes, we could then also... go there.

- Well, when did it happen?
- The day before yesterday.

No one was hurt besides father?

The employee had a day off.

- And what will happen now?
- Don't ask stupid questions.

Answer it yourself.

Look, Marek, you forgot
to lock the car.

So what? Are you concerned
about my piece of junk?

Junk or not junk, there could be
always someone snooping around.

- Was the workshop insured?
- Insured!

If it had been insured, then father
would not have brought you here.

So you've called me up.

Well, you see, Wit.

So, now you should ask
for my forgiveness.

In front of the witnesses, go on.

- And do you know how this happened?
- Bella, go away.

Do you know how it happened?

I told you, get out of here.

But Wit should know
if he is about to help us.

Wit still does not know
why you were in jail.

One year sentence under suspension
for offending of the authorities.

And for something else.

Prostitution.

Well, now I'll tell you
how it happened.

Father produced moonshine in the workshop.

Secretly, from aunt.

- Well, and it exploded.
- You're lying!

Who do you say that to?
I was there at the time.

Make a bed for the lads in my room.

I'll sleep on the veranda.

Well, enough already. Enough!

Get out of here.

I have not much time left, Wit.

Father...

I wanted to tell you a lot
but it doesn't matter.

Listen.

You told me today that it's
good that I'm here, right?

So listen...

So I will stay, okay?

Or if you want

you know, I'm getting
married soon...

and in fact, you could live with us.

You wouldn't be so lonely.

What?

Do you want it? Say something.

Say.

No.

Answer me.

I do not want your sympathy.

Go away.

You ran away from home, like a rat.

I told you, go away.

You were always an inspiration to me.

... Pedestrians enjoying
daily crossroads.

Timeline for the full completion of works:
first quarter of next year.

So, you have to wait until spring.

121st vessel built at Szczecin Shipyard ,

the first of twenty-one in line,

ordered by Polish shipowner
"The Polish Maritime Navigation"

Cargo ship named "Silesian Insurgent"

In the presence of numerous delegations
of those who took up arms three times,

to defend Polish rights in Silesia

New Polish thirty-two thousands tons ships is
coming off of the docks of "Wulkan" shipyard,

to serve the glory of the
Polish merchant fleet.

In Silesia recently, there was a visiting
delegation of Indian industrialists.

with the purpose of the purchase of
some complete industrial equipment.

The guests were visiting our smelters

and closely watched the cycle of
steel production of the highest quality.

They are keenly interested in
not only production results

but also the working
conditions in the factory.

In a number of conversations with
representatives of our metallurgical industry

they covered numerous topics
of interest to both sides

On the last day of the visit, the guests laid
flowers at the monument to the heroes of Silesia.

European Cup!
At "Legia" stadium

in the pouring rain

There is a game between Belgian "Standard"
and Warsaw "Legia"...

Why do you close it?

We'll suffocate here.

Do you want us to be robbed?

What? What can they steal here?

You sound like your sister, she
also always leaves everything open.

But she hopes that maybe
she'll be hijacked by somebody.

But so far, no one's wanted her.

Come on, I will give you a towel.

Does Mother often write to you?

Often? Regularly, once a month.

What has she written about lately?

Lately? Same things as usual.

She is very business-like, same as you are,
it seems you have inherited it from her.

When will she be back?

Back?

A return. Where to? To this slum?

To these ruins?
To the shortages of everything?

Who told you that she would return at all?

Father.

You bet she told him!

He just dreams that he
was the one for her.

Believe me, I know better.

- What does Mother write?
- She writes what she always does.

Two pairs of socks, some
nylon shirts for sale....

Finally, I send you my kisses, Zula.

It was a very fashionable name,

certainly not in real life,
but for the stage.

And she always knew how
to be fashionable.

- Is that wrong?
- No.

Just depends, at whose expense.

What are you talking about, Aunt?

You are quite stupid,
just like your father.

What are you going to say?
How much do I owe her?

Well, I owe her a hell of a lot.

This crumbling slum
and work-worn hands.

- Really?
- Yes, that's it.

I thought that if she gathered herself
up, then I could go along with her.

She was younger, prettier and she
had a talent for this, you know...

Father knew everything about her.

Only it was very exciting for him.

Actually, you are really
very much like him.

Good night. I'll switch the lights off.

I'm sorry that you had to wait for me.

Actually, it's me who
should apologize to you for

what you had to witness today.

Never mind, Wit.

You probably should have a grudge
against me, as for so many years...

I haven't told you anything about our home.

It's late now, let's go to bed.

The flashlight is downstairs,
but the water is already gone.

Well?

Oh, little Bella lost her little towel.

We'll pull it out so not to wake her.

How is our Renaissance pussy purring,

Now little Marek will lie
down next to little Bella,

and he will quietly fall asleep.

Are you sleeping?

Sleeping?

I am waiting in the garden,

you can get out through the window,

but watch out for the nettles.

Well?

What are you looking at?

A pig!

Drive carefully, because you're
slightly under the influence.

Don't worry.

Hey man, I said: "I'm sorry."

So I said to you
"I'm sorry." Or did I not?

No, that's not the point.

No, I told you, "I'm sorry,"
and this is the end of it, you know?

What are you saying to me here?

"Drive carefully, because you're under the
influence, get dressed cause you can get cold."

And if you gave me a punch
in the face instead?

You are not able to do that?

Do you remember at the dormitory, I...

you knew everything about me. I had
told you who is my old man is...

And you: nothing.

When you have received this
telegram, I thought, damn,

I have to come here.
I must see this house.

I entered here and the circus started.

Bella, Wit, brother, Caligari,
what's this house, my God!

Old man is sick, aunt is exhausted.

And what are you doing? You washed
your hands off and you're running away

because you are not interested!

Do you need to scream so loud?

I must.

How did you treat me here
brother, eh?

How did you treat me at all?

So long, brother.

And I want to tell you one more thing:

If you ever come to me in Chorzow,

It is not that we're friends anymore,
you lost it.

You know, you've always been
such a good, such a better one.

I...

Bye. What?

Will you start yourself or
should I push you off?

Thank you.

And say good-bye to your sister.

Hell, I can not even tell you why it
happened, what happened between us,

because you will not understand.
What can you understand anyway?

- Maybe...
- What?

What? So Long!

Bella, will you come with me to Chorzow?

Where to?

To my place, to a normal house.

Oh, how kind of you.

Okay, I'll go.

Please.

What do you think? What?

That you'll just whistle and I'll go?

Do you think I have no one to go with?

Well, get in and we go.

Bye!

A hole.

I'll patch it up for you.

Here.

Why do you wake him up again?

I want to say goodbye.

- So, you're leaving?
- Yes.

Daddy, Wit wants to say goodbye to you.

He doesn't answer, because
he thinks it is our supplier.

Well, go in.

He's stoned. He must have
reached the bar last night.

You probably left the keys.

True.

Wit Wit...

Wit!

I told you if you want to stay
and manage the workshop,

then in six months you
will afford your own car.

Yes.

Listen.

I beg you,

I really beg you,

No matter what happens,

do not write to me,
do not send telegrams,

as if I just died

or went somewhere.

Your sleeve... it will fall off.

I'll mend it for you.

No, I don't need. Thank you.

I probably,

will go abroad anyway.

The End