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VICE-PRINCIPAL

I told you, it wasn't me!

You're sixteen now.

They'll send you to the juvenile detention center.

What for? Because I drew a dick? What a load of balls.

Well, there's two balls. But what a load of balls.

I know that things were difficult when you were younger.

Your parents got divorced.

Your father had an alcohol problem.

No, he loved alcohol.

It was everything else he had a problem with.

You really need to let other people help you.

Sometimes you have to trust somebody.

But maybe you took trusting people too far? Mrs. Sucha…

At our last meeting you had a different surname, but now there's no ring.

You've just got divorced, right?

Listen up, kid! You're treading on very thin ice!

It just so happens that Vice-Principal Bobik

will be on the panel that decides your fate

so it'd be best to clean your art before he gets back.

I can't. It's not my handiwork. And you shouldn't get carried away.

- Alright, is that how you want to play? - No.

Perhaps we'll get your buddies as well.

Bolo and Brick could get assigned their own social workers.

You can all go to the detention center together. It'll be more fun that way.

You're acting like a fascist.

Fire in the hole!

- Who was that? - Me! It was me!

Give him a break! He can't see straight!

Miss, don't listen to him. He's drunk.

Hey, she's not up too much. The previous one lasted a bit longer.

The kind of people they are sending us…

An emotionally unstable person shouldn't be working with young people.

Go back to class.

Back to class!

I'm sorry, this is just a case of nerves.

But this kind of stress can be fatal.

Hold it, stop.

Miss Wanda? She can hear me. Can you hear? It's going to be okay.

You're going to hospital now. You'll be in for a few days.

You can recover, and relax, and come back to us, okay?

I did that.

I've already told your social worker.

Get out of here…

You painted this?

Why?

Because Bobik is a sexist and a misogynist.

A-ha, okay.

You are…

You're Nel, right? The new girl in 2-C.

You were in the psychiatric ward.

It explains a lot.

Yes, I've been through therapy. It's not as if you haven't done similar.

I do what I want, because I don't give a shit.

I don't have to rationalize with therapy.

And that's how you rationalize it, right?

Wonderful.

You know what? Thanks for the offer, but I'll manage on my own.

Sure.

I'll come and swap with you in an hour. It'll take all day to get rid of it.

Maybe you're right.

- Hey, where's Dante? - With his social worker.

Is it still about that dick on the door? Or is she grabbing at his own dick?

Very funny.

Dante's already on probation. He might get expelled.

Hey, we can't let them do that.

They've got to release Dante or we'll tear the school down!

Okay, everyone together.

Dante!

I asked for quiet, didn't I?

Silence!

Well then?

Somebody's got to take 2-B.

Let's give them to Władysław.

What's that?

Principal, I've just had a heart attack.

Is that really the best excuse you can find?

Principal, they're the worst class in the whole school.

Dante!

Moi?

Bobik!

Wait until he's back from his pilgrimage. He'll take care of them.

They won't know what's hit them.

- Jola? - What?

Dante!

Mikołaj.

Bravo!

I'm too young.

Too young to teach?

It's an opportunity for you.

Dante!

Do you want a piece of me? Boo!

Someone's got to go in there.

Not next week, not tomorrow, but right now…

Good morning.

Jan Sienkiewicz. I hear you need a Polish teacher?

Dante!

He's a godsend!

I'm not sure he's even a teacher.

Hold on a moment…

maybe he's drunk.

Don't be so melodramatic. He just needs to teach, not drive a truck.

Dante!

The first one to blink is a goner!

Take your seats.

It's time to begin.

Sit down.

- Do you want some? - Go on then.

- Come on. - You and me, loser.

Brick, no shit. Drop me a beat.

I wreck the mike.

Take a good look There's a new loser in town

Who thinks he can bring 2-B down

You wanna be the boss here? Stuff your class

When you come in this room You can kiss my ass

From the B to the O to the L to the O

Who do you think you are, yo?

O Lithuania, my country, thou Art like good health

I never knew till now How precious, till I lost thee

Seriously, bro, I'm impressed For a little guy, you're just the best

The smaller the dog The louder the bark

But you're just a flop Not making your mark

All your rhymes are soft They're barely a squeak

Drop it, feelin' sorry for you, homie,

Half these girls have already blown me

And every one of them Will happily tell you

That I'm one big guy That's what I do

From the B to the O to the L to the O

You'd better believe it, bro

It's crystal clear You think you're top level

But you're just green Hustlin' bottles to peddle

Everyone knows how the story ends

You're the top dog on the block King of the slum

Your crew adores you They think you're the bomb

But tomorrow you'll be calling me mate

Asking for spare change And drinking like a bum

What now, cowboy?

Have your spurs dropped off? Right now it's time for you to give up

I've got one last thing to teach you

Don't spit rhymes with the Polish teacher!

Okay? Have we finished? Can we start?

Thank you.

Hey! What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just finishing it off.

- It actually looks like him. - Beautiful, isn't it?

All the best and thank you very much, ma'am.

You don't want to be here. Neither do I.

So don't make my life difficult.

Somehow we'll make it to the bell.

My name is Jan Sienkiewicz.

I'm a writer.

Yo, we did your book in class. In Desert and Wilderness, right?

The author of In Desert and Wilderness actually died in 1916.

Oh, that's a bit of a bummer. Never mind.

We've never met. But you may have read some of my books.

Sit down. I'm warning you. I'm at the end of my tether.

The Moralist,

In the Glow of the Night, The World According to Wacek.

Really? The World According to Wacek?

Was that the best title you could come up with?

- It's a Polish name. Wacław. - Wacek.

Wait, Jan Sienkiewicz?

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. We're all huge fans.

I want to thank you for the positive influence you've had on Polish culture.

Wow. Super.

- Pleased to meet you. - That's very kind of you, young man.

Pull yourself together, buddy.

Nobody is in the least interested

and no-one's read your scribblings.

While you're bigging up books, I'm gonna have to let you down, sir.

On the whole no-one around here reads.

And your stuff can't be particularly good, seeing as you ended up here?

What are you all working on now? Bolo?

Romanticism?

Okay, I want an essay, due tomorrow.

A portrait of the young generation in the Ode to Youth by the Bard himself,

Adam Mickiewicz.

Screw the Bard.

What did you say?

Screw.

The Bard.

Okay, if that's what you want.

Screw The Bard, or the varieties of romantic love.

What's that supposed to be?

Screw the Bard.

Simple. What don't you understand? The essay's due tomorrow.

What just happened in there?

It's a shame that you didn't see him get one over Bolo.

Shut your mouth. He took me by surprise, that's all.

He got one up on you?

No, come on. Leave him, there's nothing to see.

How was it with the social worker?

I am "an anti-social individual with a dysfunctional personality,

incapable of forming close personal relationships."

- And that's what we love about you, man. - What does that basically mean?

- That I don't have any friends? - What?

But they haven't kicked you out?

No. There'll be a review at the end of the year

and they'll send me to the juvenile detention center.

But until that happens they'll have to put up with me for a bit longer.

I'm gonna fuck that guy up.

When I'm done with him tomorrow he'll be nothing but a brown stain on the floor.

I'd rather drink like a bum Than study at this school

You're the loser here You fucking fool

What do you think? Good, right?

It's kind a mid, man.

What do you mean "mid"?

Just okay. You need to be… You should loosen up.

Do you know what I mean?

Come on, man, don't tell me what to do

At the Parent-Teacher Conference They'll say you got fucked up by Bolo

Oh… good.

It's out of control

They're writing your obituary Like it's a piece of homework

It's hard to find positives But that's what I seek out

You're as boring as a math test But not so hard to work out.

Awesome.

Hey, so I don't forget… How did it go?

You're like an obituary…?

We want you to know that you have our full support.

With respect to what?

Mr. Sienkiewicz.

Yes?

Mr. Sienkiewicz. Please step into my office.

Hi boys. Do you know where Dante went?

No.

But we're right here,

my beautiful gazelle.

- Sit down, Brick. - Bummer.

I completely understand what's going on, but violence is never the solution.

I agree with you, Principal.

I am a pacifist by nature.

Very well,

but you kicked a student!

I didn't kick a student. I kicked a table.

The fact that he was standing on it at the time…

Be Like Gandhi, or How To Manage Your Anger.

It helped me,

Jan.

Brother John, Brother John Are you sleeping?

Are you sleeping?

Morning bells are ringing Morning bells are ringing

Bim, bam, bom Bim, bam, bom

Don't forget:

Violence is never the solution.

Never?

That is one great pendant.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey! I was here first. Hey!

- I took it off the shelf before you. - But I found it first.

Super.

Give it to me. You don't even know what the book is.

It's Anger. Irving's most sought-after book.

It was withdrawn from publication after the massacre in San Diego.

Ladies first!

Whatever happened to the fight for equal rights?

Give it back to me!

Shhh!

This is a library. I'll give it back when I've read it.

By the time you've finished reading it,

I'll have already finished school, won't I?

Wow, congratulations!

And anyway you wouldn't like it, because Irving was a sexist and a misogynist.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I think your friend dropped something.

They call me Bolo Get me a vodka and coke

I'm the boss round here It ain't no joke

You're gonna spend all your days Living in this place

Buddy, I've got this!

- Bolo, fuck… - Bolo.

Bolo, get up!

Get up!

What's going on here?

You've scratched my ride.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

It was a close thing. It was nearly the end of me…

We'll see whether it might still be the end of you.

- Do you know who that is? - I know who you are.

We apologize. If necessary, we'll pay for the damage.

We can work something out, can't we?

Step this way. We can negotiate…

But Bolo isn't going anywhere.

How fantastic. Someone with some balls.

You, get here…

Don't be afraid, we're just having a chat.

We'll wait here for you…

Scram!

Okay.

Fuck.

So,

good…

No problem.

The mechanic reckons the repair will cost

twenty thousand.

He must be an awesome mechanic.

It's only a scratch. You can paint over it.

Nobody messes around with repainting jobs any more.

The whole section gets replaced. Why are we even talking about this?

Shut your face or we might need to replace the suspension as well.

The whole car might be a write-off.

What do you want?

Am I not making myself clear? I want money.

You have the wrong guy. I can't even afford a shitty school trip.

Calm down, Seba.

It's a touchy subject. Seba's mother-in-law is from Radom.

Anyway. I have a proposition for you.

Get rid of all this…

and you'll have twenty thousand for me. And don't worry

you can keep the change.

You might even make enough to go on the school trip.

But I can't do that, man. I've got the social worker on me.

Ooh… A social worker.

That's serious business.

I remember what that's like.

Okay. Forget the whole thing.

Just one other thing.

Leave me alone.

Should we turn on the hammer action?

Hold him down.

No, no… stop.

You should have just agreed straight away. You've got one month.

Is everything okay, man?

Yes.

What did he want?

To talk.

Bolo, next time make sure you get hit by a different car, okay?

Don't you know that guy? That was Czystek.

He's a big-time gangster.

They call him the Handyman.

- I wonder why? - You don't want to know.

Dante, I think you lost something.

- I think you made a mistake. - No, you dropped it in the library.

I don't know you. Get lost.

What? Have you got Alzheimer's now?

Did I tell you to get lost or did I just imagine that?

Crazy freak.

Leave it, buddy.

- I didn't know that you were into freaks. - Leave it.

You go to the library?

Man you should see those librarians…

Hold this. Hey, freak.

I see what you're up to. Why are you hanging around him?

- Around who? - Dante.

Do you think a guy like him would want to be with a freak like you?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What… do you think he'll go for your hyper-sensitivity

and your beef with the paterarchy?

The patriarchy.

You need to get out of here and emanciprate yourself somewhere else.

Emancipate.

- Emancipate, as in emancipation. - Listen up, girl.

If I see you together once more, I promise you, I'll…

You're right, he's not the right guy for me.

He prefers dumb girls. I think you're his type.

- Really? - Really.

She just called you dumb to your face and you're grinning about it?

Wake up, girl!

- She said I was Dante's type! - What now, then?

Okay, shut up, he's coming!

Hey Dante,

can you help me with something?

Not now, Anita.

Come on.

Stop coming up to me when I'm with the guys, okay?

And don't say anything about the library, because they'll just give me a hard time.

You think too much about what other people think of you.

I don't care about it.

Maybe that's why everyone thinks you're a crazy freak.

What do I care what some dumbasses think?

- They're not dumbasses. - No?

Right this moment Brick is fucking an actual bench.

I think that settles it…

You know, apparently there's no accounting for taste.

You wouldn't understand the story of that bench.

Why do you hang out with them?

- You're too smart for that sort of thing. - Yeah, what do you know about me?

This.

This is very good.

I'll give it you in exchange for Anger you took from me.

Just throw it away. Don't piss me off.

Sorry guys. I was busy with the other bench.

- God be with you. - God be with you.

God be with you.

Dante! Will you read to me?

Another time, superstar, okay?

- Please! Just five minutes! - Another time. Go to bed.

Kubuś…

Kubuś, have you cleaned your teeth?

Then get to your room, now. Let's go!

Dante…

…why are you back so late?

- Studying hard? - Yes, lots of work.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm going to bed.

Maybe you should get to bed, too.

Hello.

Oh… Jan? How is the teaching going?

How's it going for me? Or how's it going for the students?

I'm joking. We'll get there.

What time is it?

Nine o'clock.

Okay, nine o'clock.

And I've not yet beaten anyone up.

Hey, freak.

I told you to keep well away from him.

- Sorry. - No, no problem. It's nothing.

- Is this one mine, too? - Yes, they were all on the floor.

What's up?

Everything's fine.

- Are you sure, Nel? - Yeah, sure.

"…so love is worthwhile,

because love is a positive feeling and a good…" Blah, blah, blah.

"True love lasts for a lifetime…"

I don't want to surprise you, girl.

"Love is patient,

generous."

"Love doesn't get envious."

"It's not prone to anger,

and it doesn't seek approval."

"It's not love as we know it, but as we would like it to be."

"It's not a product description, not just a marketing slogan."

"It's a wish-list, but not at all like a letter to Father Christmas."

We've got a winner here.

"Romanticism wasn't predicated on reason."

"Unsurprisingly, it idealized tragic experiences and destructive feelings."

"Regardless of whether the subject was a woman, the nation, or God,

the result was always catastrophic."

"Because love has always been measured in suffering."

"That's why Romeo and Juliet drink poison instead of champagne."

"It's the reason Werther shoots himself in the head and the Titanic sinks."

"Love is the eternal satisfaction we take

not from the way things are, but from the way they might be."

This essay is just brilliant. Do you know who wrote it?

Fess up, Brick.

Come on, it's a serious question.

Why are you saying I couldn't have written it? Come on, that's discrimination!

Sometimes I just cannot stand you…

AFTER SCHOOL I CAN BE ALL YOURS. JUST TEXT ME THE TIME AND PLACE.

- You can't be for real. - What?

7 P.M., MY CAR. BY THE LITTLE SHRINE.

YES!

Toilet poetry?

Excuse me? They're the dregs of society.

- Andrzej Bobik. - Jan Sienkiewicz.

They should get locked up for this.

You're being too harsh.

The kids need to express themselves somehow.

"On the school bussy, I stroked Kaśka's pussy."

Well… An erotic couplet.

"Rub one out like it's a German's helmet, and maybe you'll get some fun out of it."

Interesting use of personification. The rhyme is a bit weak

and the message is banal.

"Give me somewhere to stand and I'll shit all over the world." Please.

I actually like it. An Archimedes for our times.

I would leave it.

Forgive me, but I'm the one who decides what gets left and what gets cleaned up.

And who are you? The caretaker? A cleaner?

I'm the Vice-Principal.

Well.

I think I got the wrong end of the stick. Probably because of the mop.

Okay, I'm taking a piss.

THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE MADNESS OF YOUTH,

AMIDST THE WHIRLWIND, AND THE NOISE,

WHICH IS WISER THAN WISDOM AND MORE REASONABLE THAN REASON.

"Abandon all hope."

You've got to leave that one up.

The toilets are not a notebook. It's not the place for art.

That's where you're wrong, my good man.

Art can be found in the most unlikely places.

The Divine Comedy!

Who wrote that?

Jurand of Spychów.

Or maybe Dante?

Good evening. What can I do for you?

Turn that down a bit. What can I do for you?

I'd like it waxed again, please.

Give me the money and the stuff.

Is there a problem here, guys?

I didn't think so. Get out of my face! Now!

If you dare come back here… That's right.

Thanks.

Why didn't you tell us you were dealing this stuff?

- We could have been helping you out. - That's exactly why I didn't tell you.

Dealing with Czystek is no joke. I didn't want you get caught up in it.

But I got you caught up in it, right? It's my fault.

We're in this together.

That's how it is.

Let's go.

- I'm not wearing any underwear. - Whoops.

I wouldn't want you to catch a cold.

I could lend you mine,

but that's not what the problem is.

What problem?

I don't have a problem at all.

What's the matter? Don't you like me?

What I don't like is…

you didn't call me sir. We are not on first-name terms yet.

So…

So what will you have me do, sir?

A teacher is in a position of trust. If I arranged to meet up with my students

without their parents' knowledge, I'd be abusing that trust.

But you arranged to meet me anyway, right?

Right.

But I called your father first.

Are you insane?

What did you say to him?

I told him…

…that he should maybe give you more of his time.

And that the two of you should have a serious conversation.

Seriously?

He's sitting in the back.

This isn't happening. This really isn't happening.

Anita.

Anita.

My darling daughter.

- I'm sorry, Daddy. - There, there.

Now, now.

There, there.

That was some serious shit we smoked.

- Say it louder, so everyone hears! - Sorry.

Brick got so high last night that I had to pull him out of the fridge.

Gourmet delights, right?

Dante,

he guzzled all the frozen shrimp.

And the ice as well.

- Brick… No… - Okay.

- Are you proud of yourself? - For sure.

Hey, that was live.

You'll be a star on the internet. Give me that.

- Leave me alone. - My favorite students from 2-B.

What are you standing there for? Do you need an invitation? Come forward.

You too, to the front. And you, take off those sunglasses.

Move to the front now.

Get lost, homie.

What are you staring at?

Please show us the contents of your bag.

- Please. - What is this supposed to be?

What about my rights, hey?

- Do you want to check up my ass as well? - We might do that as well.

I'm sorting the sheep from the goats!

You leave your rights behind when you enter the school.

- Have you got somewhere to hide it? - Please empty your pockets.

Come on, put it all in here, quick.

There we go, there we go.

You guys must be kidding me.

Oooh… awesome…

They're drawn to me. They can tell I'm a good guy.

This dog does not sniff out good people.

It sniffs out narcotics.

Please show us the contents of your bag.

But I'm the Polish teacher. I work here.

- Vice-Principal… - The innocent have nothing to hide.

We've got to do something.

Maybe I could look inside your backpack?

Yo momma drinks the sausage water!

Nguyen! Cegielski!

Your dad sits down to take a piss!

Hold on a moment!

Hey… Where are you going?

Take that dog away.

Norwid. Died 23rd May 1883.

Poet, prose-writer, playwright, painter, sculptor,

friend of Słowacki and Chopin,

in spite of his great talent, he died unknown and in poverty.

He was, at least, celebrated after his death.

That is perhaps the saddest thing.

To be recognized for your talent after your death.

If I may speak personally for a moment,

there is nothing that frustrates me more than talent going to waste.

I say that to every single one of you.

We'll leave it there for today.

But sir, there are still a few minutes left.

- That's right. - So you should all wait for the bell.

Sir.

We want to say thank you for what you did.

I accept your thanks.

Do you think that's enough?

Okay.

Get everybody who knows what happened to buy some sausages for a barbecue

and we'll meet at the beach by the river.

- Okay. - Can we talk for a moment longer?

What, is it sermon time?

"Love is the eternal satisfaction we take not from the way things are,

but from the way they might be."

Ring any bells?

Where did you learn to write like this?

My dad was kind of an unfulfilled intellectual.

A bit like you, sir.

No disrespect intended.

When he was drinking he would lock me in his library. He was often drinking, so…

It's not so different at the convent where I live. Fewer books, maybe.

But when I'm reading books the nuns let me off morning prayers.

Well, what I wanted to tell you…

…is that you have a huge talent.

You've got a unique style and it makes me jealous.

- Can I go now? - Sure. Don't let me keep you.

Do you really want to end up in the juvenile center?

I know you're ashamed of your writing.

It's normal. It's perfectly natural. But I know that you care about it, too.

The juvenile detention center is no place for you.

Once there, you'll be only able to think that it wasn't worth it.

I know what I'm talking about. I went there, too.

So the next time you guys are going to fuck something up,

let Brick, Bolo, Anita, whoever, do it instead.

You've got a social worker breathing down your neck.

You should write.

Write, I don't know, stories, journalism, whatever.

What are you up to?

Are you playing at being my dad?

What if I do write a book?

Get some shitty prize, and then teach Polish?

By the way, I have read your books.

The Moralist is alright.

The next one wasn't as good. The last one sucked.

I'd rather work at the carwash.

Did you give my essay to Sienkiewicz?

Oh, it actually was your essay? Oh God.

Embarrassing, right?

If only you'd written something bad. But what you wrote was brilliant.

Makes you cringe, right? What will your idiot friends think?

- Shut up! - It's funny.

You draw a dick and they're impressed,

but write something intelligent, and they'll give you a hard time about it.

I feel sorry for you. You have shitty taste in friends.

Really? At least I've got some.

Don't tell anyone about the essay.

- What about my book? - After this, you can forget about it.

I might just keep it until the final exams.

Hi!

Meet the gang.

Keep your chin up.

I'm massively proud of you. Massively.

I have two young children.

So… I've been clean for a year and I hope that I can stay that way.

I started doing it because I wanted to be invincible.

I'm not going to tell you what it's like when you take too much.

What it's like when you shit yourself

and it comes out of you like a fire extinguisher.

That's not the worst thing. The worst thing is that I lost everything.

A wife who loved me.

I lost touch with my kid.

So for us priests…

priests belong to…

a high-risk group in terms of… loneliness.

In a situation like that you simply drink.

So.

Nel, are you ready? You can do it.

I didn't do drugs in order to impress someone.

I didn't do it out of curiosity. I didn't do it to have a good time.

I did it so I wouldn't feel like shit. Simple as that.

My parents were getting divorced

and they didn't want to talk to me about it, as if it had nothing to do with me.

I was really angry with them about it.

I did it for the first time at a party and it took off from there.

While I was doing it I felt good for a while,

or at least not as bad.

Until it became the only thing I cared about,

but the moments of relief got shorter and shorter,

and life without it sucked more and more.

Until finally I cracked.

I spent the last summer in rehab,

where we met.

I've been clean for six months and I swore never to take it again,

but if I got hold of it again,

I think I would take it.

I know you think I'm crazy…

…and maybe you're actually right,

but I'm just glad to be still alive.

I've heard all these stories before,

but they still make a huge impression on me.

Wow.

So if you ever feel that "this could never happen to me",

think about the priest, or Ania, or Marcin…

or your friend Nel.

Thanks.

So, some of you, follow me. You know who you are.

Come on: Bolo, Mietek, Brick, Dante?

I've got something here that belongs to you.

So, what are we going to do?

Oh my God, I can't believe it.

Irena.

Long time no see!

Jan Sienkiewicz?

It really is you.

What are you doing here?

I've brought my daughter.

For some sort of meeting. What about you?

I don't have a daughter.

They tell me you're in charge of Class 2-B now?

A brave choice.

Well, my book is not selling, and the mortgage won't pay itself.

What is this shit?

I confiscated it from my students. I had to check it,

to make sure they don't poison themselves.

- Will they? - I don't know, check for yourself.

What are you talking about, I'm the driver!

We used to smoke together.

Before you ended up in a youth detention center.

I'm sorry.

No, you're completely right.

Maybe you can come round for tea? We could talk.

Just to talk.

Tea, are you joking?

Hey.

Hey.

I just wanted to say thank you, for what you did.

It was really brave.

Respect. You've got some balls, girl.

May I?

Sure.

Weren't you afraid?

Sharing your experiences is an important part of therapy.

It gives you a sense of release.

I haven't felt this good in a long time, you know?

Hey, what have you done with the weed?

What do you mean? We threw it away.

Into the fire? Are you morons?

Do you find this funny?

You have no idea what it took for us to be here.

- Did you know about it? - I had no idea.

I was wrong. You are a moron after all.

You fit right in with the rest of them.

Really?

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

You do make excellent tea.

I'll be right back.

Stay right where you are.

Did you get that? Not a move.

What are you doing here?

- Nel, what are you doing here? - Why, I live here.

- Irena is your… - She's my mom.

That's right.

Damn it.

- This is messed up, sorry. - That's right. A real mess.

- Okay, let me just take my… - Where are you going?

So, you're choosing the easy way out. Get laid and run?

My mom deserves more than that.

Her father disappeared when she was ten, my own father left.

She's never been in a stable relationship.

Can't you at least spend the night here to make her happy?

Is that too much to ask?

If you hurt her,

I won't let you get away with that.

You have some beautiful sisters in there, so trusting.

Here's one half. I'll give you the other half next month.

Here.

Get yourself something nice.

You're working for me, so you must look good.

To be clear, I'm not working for you.

I'm paying back my debt and then it's over.

Oh well.

We'll see about that.

Nel?

Nel, wait!

Organic work and foundational work.

Major concepts in 19th-century Polish social thought.

Who can explain the difference?

Dante?

I have no idea.

What I do know is that one is as useless to know as the other.

This character, Wokulski, is feeling conflicted, I get it.

But don't we have problems of our own?

This could be a problem at your finals, not to mention college…

College, are you joking?

I mean, this is the moron class.

It will be a miracle if one of us passes the finals.

- Don't say that! - But it's true!

They've thrown all the misfits together here.

I have Antisocial Personality Disorder,

Bolo has ADHD,

Anita is dyslexic,

Brick has some kind of cerebral palsy,

Kacper, pronounce the letter "R"?

Twying my best!

And Mietek is the world's only Asian to flunk mathematics.

Do you really have no idea how we've ended up together?

I don't, actually.

We're all taking this big evaluation test at the end of the year.

And if we all flunk it

they'll have their chance to kick us out and send us to a special needs school.

This is impossible.

You're not very quick on the uptake.

Face the facts, that's the plan.

They've long written us off as lost causes.

You're not stupid.

You may have been rejected, neglected, frustrated.

Hurt. Cheated. That's all quite likely.

But you are not stupid.

Take a look around.

Nobody around here is normal. Yourself included.

So, what about it?

Well, what about it?

Take Albert Einstein.

Einstein,

like Anita here, was dyslexic.

Bill Gates has ADHD.

Mickiewicz, the Bard himself, was held back in third grade,

one of Edison's teachers thought he was an imbecile.

Perfection is not about being ideal.

Perfection is about overcoming

your own imperfections, and finding strength

where others only see weakness.

You are frustrated and angry

and that's very good,

It's actually really good. The big question is…

What are you going to do about it?

Are you going to keep drawing dicks on walls?

Or are you going to pass that test, for a change?

"Man, this sucks!"

"This sucks!" "That sucks!"

"It sucks."

Not only will you pass those tests.

You will actually get the best results in the whole school.

As in, better than 2-A?

- That's right. - But that class is just filled with swots.

You've been fighting an uphill battle your entire lives. Am I right?

But it's only those who climb that sometimes

reach the very top.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy.

But I promise you,

it's going to be worth it.

We'll show them who's the boss here.

Who's with me?

Alright!

That's right!

From this day on

we meet

every day after school

and swot up like hell.

And I'm going to bet Bobik.

If you get better results than his class,

he will shave off that goddamn mustache of his.

Alright! Let's go!

AN ALCOHOL-FREE SCHOOL IS A FUN SCHOOL

What are you writing?

Organic labor. Foundational work.

An essay for Sienkiewicz.

He thinks he's a noble-hearted 19th-century doctor

out to treat our diseased brains.

But unlike you, he at least seems to enjoy the company of morons…

Have you got my book?

No…

But I can bring it to you if you come to the school party with me.

I'd rather not.

You don't like parties?

I like parties too much.

I'm in rehab, you know.

I know… But Bobik always says:

"An alcohol-free school is a fun school."

If school parties were good clean fun you wouldn't be going.

Do come.

Please?

Please.

Please.

We'll see.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

And see you later.

This is not suspicious at all.

God it's heavy.

Hi Mietek.

What the hell happened to your face? Did you have a shaving accident?

- It didn't go well, obviously. - Show me. Oh my God.

Have you seen Roxy?

She looks so glam!

Check out Nel… damn.

Not bad for a crazy girl.

Right.

Bolo, come on.

Give me all of this.

What are you doing?

We don't deal drugs at school. Give it to me.

One smoke, come on.

- They will be going like hotcakes tonight. - This is a golden opportunity.

It's good weed.

Just hide it away well, Bobik is going to dig through our stuff.

We pay back the last installment and we're done with this shit.

What do you mean, last installment?

Are you kidding me? I thought we were only just getting going.

No way! We're not getting sucked in.

This has got to stop.

- Show me your pockets and backpacks. - You have no right to do that.

- I have every right to do this. - Are you kidding me?

Alright, come in.

Stop, show me your pockets and backpacks.

What do you need them for?

- The melons? - Close enough.

The watermelons were on sale. Three for the price of one.

Oh. Well, in that case come in.

Hey.

Hey.

Everybody's glued to their phone screens.

Back in our day…

Back in our day? Irena, this is our day, right now.

- We were wallflowers, too. - You were, but I wasn't.

I still remember when you took me to the dance floor.

No, you took me to the dance floor. I don't dance.

That's why I was so shocked to see you make the first move.

You must be misremembering things, you came up to me.

But you looked at me first.

- That doesn't mean that I wanted to. - Well, did you want to or not?

You've always been timid.

- No, I just don't like to dance. - Sure…

What kind of get up is that? What do you think you're wearing?

- Hello, sir. - Hello.

- Is there a problem? - Yes. You are the problem.

Another one not dressed right…

Bobik is not a human being, Bobik is a state of mind.

I have no idea what he's been through in life,

but I really feel for him.

Apparently, he's taken a vow of chastity.

Do you want to dance?

No.

That's great, neither do I.

- I'll go and get something to drink. - Okay.

Are you just going to sit around, or are you asking me to dance?

I think I'll go with the first option.

Come on, don't kill the vibe!

Leave me alone, okay?

Wow…

I can't believe it.

Come on, go and dance with her.

- She shouldn't be interrupting us. - Interrupting what?

We're not even talking.

But we're silent together. That's even better.

Dinner is served.

Fantastic.

Are you coming?

What have you got there?

The forbidden fruit.

- Do you want some? - Of course!

Thanks,

cheers.

Dante, where are you off to?

I'll be right back. Hey, Nel, where are you going?

I told you. I don't like this kind of thing.

Me neither. But…

What's going on?

I didn't want to embarrass you. Simple as that.

Embarrass me? You're not embarrassing me.

I didn't want them to think that… You know.

- That you're hanging out with… - A crazy girl?

Since when do you cared about idiots and their opinions?

Hey, you're not crazy. Okay?

You're smart

and sensitive.

And you're not afraid to show it.

I wish I could be more like you.

Seriously?

Seriously. Ever since I met you,

I've been thinking…

Thank you very much.

My social worker?

Nel, can I have a word with you, please?

Did you think I wouldn't figure it out?

- It's just watermelon. - Just watermelon.

Let's see what kind of watermelon we've got here.

So delicious. It's just watermelon.

Why do you have to kill the vibe?

Sorry, that's what I'm paid for.

I've seen what you get up to

when you're sober.

I don't want to find out what you're capable of when drunk.

- Didn't you drink at our age? - I did.

And you can see where it's got me. Give me that ball.

That one, too. And that one, give them all to me.

Hand that to me!

Jesus Christ. The amount of booze you've got into this thing!

- Can you tell me what's going on? - Wait. Sit down.

Once upon a time I was badly in love and I thought he was my destiny.

Now I realize that I only liked him because he was tall and had a tattoo.

Then he dumped me for Julka, and later on

it turned out he got another girl pregnant.

Mom…

Sit down, wait. Then there was Kuba.

A bad boy with a kind of look in his eyes…

You know.

The exact same look as that friend of yours.

Needless to add, that didn't end well for me, either.

Why are you telling me all this?

I am telling you this because…

Here we go again.

Special delivery!

Sir, can I have a word with you?

Will you dance with me?

Sure. But no touchy-feely stuff. Let's go.

- I saw how you looked at him. - You know what, smart ass?

I saw the way you looked at that boyfriend of yours, too.

Gee, stop it.

I'm telling you this because I've always fallen for the bad boys.

- I'm afraid you take after me. - But we just talked!

Yeah, sure. Here, have some fruit.

Thank you.

Quiet! Keep it down, you little Banderas, you.

Emilia, I think he likes you.

- What are you talking about? - Well, let's see how he likes it!

The little devil!

Then it turned out, that he had a wife and child.

No way!

But he was really good.

Mom, please don't go there!

To sum up,

Dante is not the right kind of guy for you.

You've only just got out of a bad place.

You have addiction issues.

Really, this is not the right time to fall for a dealer.

I'm not falling for him, and Dante is not dealing drugs anymore.

Not a dealer anymore? Now that's a keeper!

Mom…

- Would you like to dance? - Oh no, no.

Of course.

Mom, stop.

Just stay far away from him.

Dante means trouble, right?

Ladies first.

Emilia…

Her smile is worth a million…

Take cover, here comes a tsunami!

- Before I go… - Come on man!

Oh no, we're lost.

- Hey, is that our watermelon? - Right, I think it's ours.

I don't dance,

I don't dance.

Me, I love to dance.

I can see that.

But I don't.

When I danced at a carnival party…

in Barbados…

Quick, we can't hold her down much longer!

Oh no…

Are you having fun?

I can't hear you!

Jan, I'm so happy you're back!

You've breathed new life into our school. Can't you tell?

From a mile off!

I can tell that all of you know it.

You can't unsee this.

If you ever ask me again, "What's the worst alcohol can do?",

I will just remind you of this scene right here.

Agreed. Things are getting legit weird.

- Are we going to your place, Mietek? - It seems like it's the only option.

Okay, let's go.

Bye.

Mom has warned me off you, you know?

- She did? - Did you know she likes bad boys?

She doesn't like me, for one.

Where are we going?

I have no idea. You won't tell me where you live,

and your mom's not taking my calls.

No. Home is out of the question.

If I come back in this state she will blow up and blame it all on you.

It actually is my fault, partly, but still.

No, hush.

I can't take you to the sisters because…

You have sisters?

That's so cool!

I mean nuns. But they are very cool.

You're not the right boy for me.

Yes I know. You've told me before.

"Love is the eternal satisfaction we take not from the way things are,

but from the way they might be."

- Wonderful, great. - I know.

Okay, wait here a moment, I'll be right back.

- Okay. - Yes.

Everything's fine.

- -It's fine. It's fine.

Dante, get a taxi. My parents aren't at home. It's party time.

I've ordered one. We'll be there in a minute.

Nel!

I'm crazy!

Okay, calm down. I've got you.

I've got you.

Calm down.

What happened?

I don't know.

I'm crazy.

One moment everything is fine, and the next everything sucks.

You were right. I don't even have a place to go.

I have no friends. Nobody likes me. I'm crazy.

You are crazy.

You're crazy in the best way.

- Okay? And I like you a lot. - You do?

Yeah.

But you're not the right boy for me…

Shame.

Okay, let's go, the taxi is waiting.

Sure, we're waiting.

Listen up, I think Dante is up to something. He's got dibs on a bedroom.

Hi everyone. Mietek?

Move over.

What, are you going to do it in a hat?

Mom warned me about you…

Why are you sitting all alone like this? Why so down?

- There's a free room left, you know? - Really? Why don't you go there yourself?

Dante?

I know I'm not the right boy for you,

but until the right one turns up, I can keep the place warm if you like.

Nel! Hey Nel, wake up,

Please don't do this to me, Nel.

Nel. Hey!

Hey!

What's happened to Nel?

- They've admitted her. - What happened?

Get the hell out of here and stay away from her!

Get out!

This is not helping anybody,

sit down.

Really, this is not going to help.

- Hey. - Leave me alone.

Okay, come here.

I don't need your help.

I don't fucking need you, do you get it?

I don't fucking need you.

Breathe easy.

I'll let you know when I get any news.

Honestly, I don't remember a thing.

Me neither.

Where's Dante?

He had to take his girlfriend back to the funny farm.

Serves him right for going out with a crazy girl.

With a crazy girl like that, I would just… Wham!

- Rodeo time! - Here's the king himself.

What's so funny?

Nothing.

We were saying, you screwed her so hard that you sent her to intensive care.

Okay. Alright.

What's going on?

I said everybody calm down!

And cut! Very good. Back to your positions!

Vice-Principal, what are you doing?

Me?

- What I'm doing? - Well, you are interrupting.

Our rehearsal.

- What rehearsal? - We're rehearsing for a performance.

A Shakespeare play.

That sure didn't look like Shakespeare to me.

We're doing a modern version.

That was Tybalt killing Mercutio, you see?

Mercutio's dead… dead, dead.

And now it's Tybalt and Romeo.

Okay guys, let's go.

"Away to heaven, respective lenity

and fire-eyed fury be my conduct now."

Tybalt? We're waiting…

Get thee away hence!

You… tiger dick,

You worthless little pubic louse.

He's good, isn't he?

I'll fuck you up…

until you bite the dust.

Would you like a peek preview?

No need. I've already had one.

You guys stay here and chant for your guys…

Romeo!

Romeo!

Hey. Guys.

Silence.

Can't you hear what I'm saying? Are you deaf?

Can't you hear what I'm telling you?

I said silence, didn't I?

Don't look so pleased with yourselves.

You're happy now but you know what this means. You have to put up a play.

- When is the performance? - In three days.

So now you're going to have to memorize your Shakespeare lines.

- What? - You're playing Romeo.

Go home and calm down a bit.

Nel has been released from hospital. She's feeling okay.

Can I see her?

She'll be doing online lessons for now.

But things will sort themselves out. Somehow or other.

What's Romeo?

I've never seen that in my life.

That much is plain to see, you floppy-eared teddy bear.

Get away from here or I'll call the police.

I've just brought back a book.

Nel really wanted it back.

It's just a book.

"A grave?"

"Oh no, a lantern… slaughtered youth…"

"For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes…"

"This vault a feasting presence full of light."

Fucking nonsense.

"And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh."

What does that even mean? What did the author have in mind?

I want to try the stuff he was on when he wrote all that.

Let's go.

I wish I were as optimistic as you, you know?

Fuck me.

Hey, are you ready to fuck this place up?

- What do you mean? - I mean fuck it well and truly up.

Bolo 2K23

Let's go.

Yo, Romeo's life moved at a pace

Coke, speed and alcohol His wild embrace

He was a rebel Wild and free

But Juliet saw his heart And that's all she'd see

Juliet was a good girl Fierce and fly

She didn't want her cousin And that's no lie

Juliet, she fell for a stranger In the night

Bad boy allure Got her feeling so right

Bolo on the mic Droppin' rhymes so tight

Stay hustlin' and grindin' Peace out, goodnight.

And don't forget to read your poetry!

I'm sorry.

This is not Shakespeare!

Congratulations.

A well-deserved second place.

We'll see how well they do in their end-of-year exams.

2-B! 2-B!

2-B! 2-B!

WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK?

I'M NOT COMING BACK.

Here's my little baby guy!

Time's up! Where's my money, bitch?

Run baby, run while you still can.

One two three, let's go!

Fuck yeah.

You went the wrong way!

I told you so many times get extra practice, take classes,

but no, dammit.

It's beer and barbecues day in, day out.

I'll find you, dude.

FINAL EXAMINATION SCHEDULE

Your laundry.

Thanks.

Are you going somewhere?

Nel?

I'm going to school.

I must help him, okay?

No. Absolutely not. I'm not letting you do this.

How long will you keep me in here? Am I changing schools again?

Do you want me to--

I'm trying to keep you safe. I'm making sure you don't repeat my mistakes.

- Do you understand? - Mom!

Mom, if you hadn't made any mistakes, I wouldn't even be here.

You have no idea what it's like, to fear so much for somebody you love.

I do, actually.

- Hello beautiful. - Who are you?

Dante's friends.

He's always hung out with morons, but you're too much even by his standards.

Do you know where we can find him?

You're supposed to be friends but you can't find him?

Shh, quiet!

To be absolutely clear, I really don't like to beat up girls.

Girls look kind of grotesque without teeth.

Look at that scrappy bitch! I actually get off on that!

Hey!

- Let her go. - The return of the prodigal son!

- Leave her alone. - Of course.

And you get the fuck inside the trunk.

- Get the fuck in. - Leave him! Leave my students alone.

Who are you?

Help! Everybody help! They're beating Sienkiewicz up!

Get him, he's running away!

Ma'am, watch out!

- Calm down. - I'm calm!

Sir, I'm sorry… I've messed up again.

I'm sorry, man.

Let bygones be bygones.

Daniel Czapski?

Dante.

Follow me to the diary room.

A teacher in critical condition, half the class locked up by the police!

You had exams scheduled, what now? I guess they're going to put you away.

How many times have I told you? Like I always say:

violence is never the solution.

I told you, over and over again:

Be like Gandhi!

We tried. Honestly.

But some times even Gandhi has to sock somebody in the face.

- Silence! - Madam Principal!

If this were up to me, you would have been expelled ages ago.

Here's the Chief of Police.

I can explain everything. They've got nothing to do with it.

Sit down!

Well, well.

The man who has been detained is Czystek.

He's wanted for assault and rape of a minor.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

We'll classify that as a citizen's arrest.

Of course, there's also…

- A cash reward. - I'm sorry?

For detaining a dangerous wanted criminal.

You're all crazy. The boy is a reprobate.

Mark my words, your days are numbered.

- You'll get expelled from the school and… - Shut up!

Quiet.

Sir, perhaps we could exchange the cash reward…

for an urgent favor. We're supposed to be taking an exam soon.

- Do you think you could give us a ride? - Hey, everybody. They're coming!

Hey, let's take this exam!

I don't know if you'll give me a second chance.

But the main thing is that somebody gave me a first chance.

Nobody can give you self-belief, and you can't learn it, either.

We get it from people who believe in us.

What was in the exam? Mickiewicz, the Bard himself.

What did you write?

Screw the Bard.

Okay, keep on writing.

Amen!

It's good to see you.

We've got some more free copies.

So, Take this, all of you, and eat from it.

Come and get them signed!

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Congratulations.

I can see the book is a real success story.

Unlike my own books, unfortunately.

Jan, this is your success, too!

In that case I teach better than I write.

And we're still one Polish teacher short.

Sorry, excuse me.

Dante, how are you, my man!

Hey there.

So, are you going to read it or not?

- Hello beautiful. - Hi.

She's waiting for you over there.

- I'm coming. - Go.

I'm sorry, my apologies. I'm really terribly sorry.

It's mine.

But I bought it!

But I wrote it.

Seriously? Are we going to fight over a book again?

Hey, I never asked you for a dedication.

This is not a dedication. It's an offer.

"You think I'm a moron, but love ain't being clever."

"We're doing stupid things together, forever."

"Give me another chance."

Let's go on a date.

This is not a good idea.

Why?

Because every time we meet one of us ends up in intensive care.

Besides, "Love is the eternal satisfaction we take not from the way things are,

but from the way they might be."

Good luck.

Dante!

Screw the Bard!