01x06 - Episode 6

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Franciszek Czułkowski.

I just have to ask:

why does Varsaviana
reveal himself now?

Varsaviana is one thing,
and I am another.

But you have admitted to
writing those books.

True,

but...

this novel,
that is the new phase.

I've grown to accept myself
as a writer. As an artist.

That's a big confession.

I wouldn't want it to sound
too serious.

But I stopped being shy about it.

Treating my writing
as something incidental.

Did someone help you with that?

Someone saved me.

Waking up from a nightmare
is no biggie.

You just open your eyes, relieved.

The real nightmare is waking up
from a beautiful dream.

One in which you felt happy.

In which you loved.

And knowing...

Coming!
...it will never come true.

- Come on in, I'm cleaning up.
- Hi.

Hi.

- You stink.
- I know, I'll deal with it.

Ah.

For pizza and the movies.
Come on...

Bring her tomorrow at 8 pm, sharp.

- Bye, sweetie! - Bye!
- Thank you.

- Well? Shall we go for a walk?
- How about we clean up, first?

- I'll help you.
- All right.

It's not like we're in a rush.

Come.

Is this a wedding or a bad X
trip?

Check out the window.

What about it?

GRY... ZEL... DA.

Janek, man.

He is trying so hard.
Buying tickets to concerts, every day.

She's got to be heartless,
the way she...

Ignores him. And who is that?

Kid! Come, meet someone.

Karol, new barman. Czuly.

It's an honour. You're a legend.

Get me a beer.

- Am I fired?
- Sadly, not.

A bottled one.

We're could still use someone.

- On your tab?
- On your d*ck.

Every day's a lesson, kid.
There?

Yup.

- Well, well!
- f*ck!

Stop or I'll quit, I swear.

- Come on, it's nice!
- Then you go out with him!

- How's your running going?
- I'm hydrating as we speak.

Oh, yeah. That's very wise.

Beer is great after practice,
ask any coach.

- Have you ever talked to a
coach? - Have you?

- Come to my run!
- Sure thing!

Janek.

Don't give up.

You mean...

you want it to be seen from a
distance?

I'd like someone to see it when
I raise my hand on the finish line.

All right then, I guess...

I could paint it red.

- Or pink, even.
- Just the outline. That's it.

The outline.

As you wish.

- You think it's stupid, right?
- Heart on your sleeve, that's you.

I mean the marathon.

Well...
the first time is like death.

No matter how fit you are,
it's like a rite of passage.

Have you been practicing?

Constantly.

- It's all I've been doing.
- Don't move.

f*ck!

A fun fact:

when you sleep, the brain
paralyzes your body.

It turns it off.

It does it for your own good.

So that you don’t jump out the window
while dreaming of flying.

It works kind of like a hand break.

Only I don't have that break.

I dream in real life.
Ever since I can remember.

I jump out of the window
and wake up only during the fall.

I live like a sleepwalker.

Hello.

Hi, I'm terribly sorry, I'm here now,
but they cramped me with photo shoots...

- Cool.
- I love you for that "cool" of yours.

Cool.

- Will I see you at the run?
- On Sunday?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

Love you.

I'm stupid.

Where by stupidity I mean
a state of excess.

Too much power, happiness,
weakness, sadness.

Stupidity as a state of overload.

Stupidity as faith.

She's my life.

- How old is she?
- 20.

Lucky you.

- I love her.
- Big words.

Take me: I f*cking love scotch.

- And I'll never taint it with Coke.
- Give it.

Hello.

- Hey, will you visit me today?
- Not now, OK? Not now.

- Not now, OK? Not now.
- But you promised.

Yeah. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Will you call...?

Sorry. It was Celina.

I said I'd catch a movie with her.
I've been promising her for 2 weeks.

Go to her,
if she's waiting at the cinema...

She sitting at home.

So, about your young chick?

I'm in love for the first time ever.

Nonsense.

- And Matylda?
- She was a friend.

- Friends don't make babies with friends
- I'd like to have one with you.

- f*ck you.
- Let's hire a surrogate. - f*ck you.

Give it.

Hey, I hear you're running some
f*cking marathon?

Hey, it’s Krzysiek, leave a message.

- The whole distance.
- Krzys, can you Uber over here?

- I'll send you a pin.
- I'm running the marathon.

Whatever, Franek.

I'm running it like a
m*therf*cker, tomorrow.

The 12th edition of "Run Warsaw"
is about to begin.

It's a fixed date for runners
from all over the country.

"Run Warsaw" is more
than your typical run!

A big hand for all the
participants! Way to go!

You're the best!

Only minutes left,
in a moment you'll be off.

Just a few minutes to the g*n
and you'll be off!

We are getting ready
for the next starting shot

in this fantastic event.

Warm up, guys!

We suggest some jumps,

to be 100% warmed up before the run.

- All together, hop, hop, hop!
- Jump!

That's right, throw your hands
up! Let us see you!

Now we see you! That's it!

OK, guys, let's count down.
All together!









The 12th edition

of "Run Warsaw" 2020 has taken
off!

Shout out to the runners!

Run, Czuly.

There's a kingdom at the end.
A princess to marry.

A rainbow and a pot of gold.

Run to life.

If you make it, you'll both live
happily ever after.

Zoska will save you.

You'll have a wedding.
No, two weddings.

Or three. Nina will have
a sister and a brother.

It can still be great.

Come on, it's the last stretch!
Don't give up! Keep going!

Run!

A 100-year-old pops is faster.
Tough, keep on running.

Because every dream can come true,
if you want it hard enough.

Run, Czuly.

Run to life, man.
To the love you've dreamt up.

You’ve got no other option.

There's a kingdom at the end.
A princess to marry.

A rainbow and a pot of gold.

Run to life.

Franek!

Franek!

- Will he be OK?
- Yeah. He’s just unconscious.

How many fingers do you see?
How many fingers?

I'm not Fingers.

We'll take it from here. Up.

Czuly... You're the cats' cat.

- Thanks.
- What for?

Sorry, couldn't make it.

Seriously?

You f*cking tried to impress
her? You could've died.

I don't know...

- Who?
- Franek's got a girlfriend.

- That's a good thing, right?
- We made bets,

- convinced you'd quit half-way.
- At best.

You're my motivator.
Now I'll be running every day.

Maybe using one of your


- Maybe...
- It's not worth it, bro.

Don't you feel that awesome
rush of endorphins

running through your body?

I feel that everything f*cking hurts me
so much that I just can't... I don't know.

- Let's go. Celina...
- Do you need a lift?

Elka will be here in 10 minutes.

- Could you drop me off at the
Piach? - Sure.

- Bye!
- I'm off.

- Borygo changed my roster.
- Why?

Why?

- Oh... Janek.
- Janek.

Why don't you just talk to him?

That's all I do. I don't work,
don't sleep, I just talk to him.

So...

- Take care.
- Bye.

You could've died.

Nonsense... Lots of people
run marathons, no one dies.

Doing so much booze and coke?

I don't remember when
I've even done coke.

Two weeks ago?

I'm 18.

I'll be fine, OK?

- This is for you.
- Sure it is.

So, she didn't show up?

Don't cry.

- Answer it.
- It's Nina.

Hi, honey.

Hey. I just wanted to ask,
how did it go?

- I won.
- Yeah, right.

Seriously, I was first.
And how are you?

I've got this feeling
you want to tell me something.

Am I right?

No, I was just wondering.

- Are you sure you're OK?
- Yeah, Dad, it's all good.

Okay. Love you, sweetie.

Love you too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I need to get to work.

What?

You mean the couch.

- Going for a run?
- Buzz off.

- Coffee?
- Yes, please.

You got a text.

I did?

What is it?

- What's going on?
- I need to go to the airport.

Because...?

Zoska is flying out to New York.

Ah. So...

It was nice meeting you.
Send me a card!

- Hey, sorry...
- When is your flight?

- Listen, I’m good. I’ll be...
- What time?

- In an hour and a half. But please...
- 30 zlotys.

Don’t forget your magic spell.

- My spell?
- “Cool.” It’s cool, right?

I’ll put it on tab.

May I? To the airport, step on it.

- Can we speed things up?
- Love?

- Yeah, love.
- Let's rip, then. Love is a priority.

Fasten your seatbelt.

- I can't help it.
- I know.

Go! Go! Go!

- What is this?
- No idea.

f*ck!

Okay. I'm off.

Run, Czuly.

Run to life.

Hi, this is Zoska. I can’t talk right now,
but leave a message and I’ll call you back.

I'm running away, as always.
Don't call me. Are we cool?

f*ck!

Hey, wake up... Get up.

Enough.

Look around.

The place looks familiar.

You're on the Walbrzych landfill.

Uranium rods, stray dogs...
Remember?

What were you saying lately?
That love is the ideal thing? A feast?

Go see a shrink.

Or better, go drown yourself.

Hey... you just took a shot
and missed.

No reason to break down.

Or maybe I hit the bull's eye.

- You shot yourself in the foot.
- At least I'll remember it.

Czuly... you played a movie
in your head.

Like Janek?

Oh, the Cuntess.

- Poor you.
- Say, what?

- Poor him.
- f*cked up, not poor.

You deserve someone who'll care.

Gryzelda, no one deserves anyone.

It how it is.

You'll forget in a month.

Czuly! I'm so proud of you, man!

You've glorified this place and
me!

And I intend to finish
what you started.

- The fire of Rome.
- Oh, no!

- Oh, no!
- Are you sure?

As sure as I am of 42 kilometres
and 195 f*cking metres!

- So many?
- f*ck, you ran a marathon!

- Fire of Rome meaning what?
- Last time was when your son was born.

- Long enough.
- But what is it?

Fire of Rome is when the staff

drinks no-holds-barred, till we drop.

And you're the staff now.

- I always drink till I drop.
- Yes!

Ladies and gentlemen!

I hereby announce the fire of
Rome!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...

Go dance, Pawel.

Great!

See? It's never as it should be.

But life goes on!

f*ck' A!

Life goes on.

Although the world
is a great meat grinder.

It grinds you into pulp, every day.

Starting from the heart.

Are you familiar with the art
of cutting meat?

You know... along the fibres?

Life goes on.

Although you’re born stupid,
and it gets worse with time.

Life goes on.

Although everything is a joke.

Especially you.

Janek!

Hey, hey!

Hey, man!

Man! You’ll k*ll him!

- This won't get you to a
wedding! - What f*cking wedding?!

Janek!

Cool it!

Cool it.

Hit him and he's going to be on soup
for the rest of his life. Get a grip!

- What?
- I f*cking love her!

The more so. It's not worth it.

Can you hear me? Look at me.

Look at me!

You don't want this.

You don't want this.

I love you, man.

But she does what she wants.

She disappears if she feels like it.

I know.

But you can't control it.

There are no stupid or wise people.

There are no blind ones
and ones with a map.

The classification is different still.

People are either good or bad.

And you always know who is who.

The good guys are sensitive and loyal.

Their hearts are beautiful

and rare like endangered bird species.

Everyday another one goes extinct.

And the bad guys?

The bad guys are all the rest.

I drank to the health of
the good guys and was still sober.

Too sober.

Disappear...

Forget.

Take me home.

She was all I needed.

And I was everything she wanted.

It’s so simple.

It’s enough to say “yes”.

Take me home.

I have no home.

Neither do I.

I’m not generous. I’m not sensitive.
I’m not loyal.

I never have.

I, Franciszek Czulkowski...
I am a m*rder*r.

f*ck you all!