01x07 - Episode 7

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- Franek, what the f*ck?
- I'm alive.

All work and no play
make Franek a dull boy.

No play...

Lots of play.

They say you should confront pain.
They say only losers run from it.

If you ask me, it's a load of crap.

You should fly from pain,
not run from it.

- We're going to our place, OK?
- With supersonic speed.

- You'll rest.
- Naturally, people can't fly.

They just fall.

We'll order some food.

But falling is like flying.

For a brief, beautiful moment.

Enough of that doomsday ball.

Because of some underage model.

She is not underage.

She's 20.

I've never touched an underaged,
even in elementary school.

There, look.

A f*cking bimbo?

Please, she's totally not your type.

The f*ck you...

- You don't read women's eyes.
- I read my wife's.

She'll give you a piece of her mind.

Take me home.

No way. You'll die there.

Nina is coming over,
I need to get in shape.

- Can't you call it off?
- I don' t call off my child's visits.

As you wish, sir.

Hi! It's me!

Rise and shine!

Surprise!

- I got off school early. Happy?
- Yeah.

- I'll make coffee.
- I'm out of coffee.

I did shopping.

Rascal, I told you not to.

I can spend my money however I like.

That's milk. Cow's.

You pour it on flakes and eat it.

Interesting.

- How about that coffee?
- Absolutely.

Three...

Four!

I won.

- Rematch.
- As you wish.

You got drunk last night, right?

How do you know?

Because of that girl?

She was just a friend.
Don't worry about it.

You don't worry. Maybe
she'll still fall in love with you.

What counts is that you love me.

- Rematch.
- Rematch.

f*ck.

- All right, we're going to school.
- Without a shower?

People your age don't stink.

But they do in yours.

- Get ready.
- Can I finish? - Sure.

m*therf*cker...

Czuly?

Czuly!

They cut my water off.

You haven't been paying for what...


I don't know, maybe.
But I have to shower.

May I finish? I feel a bit awkward.

I feel a bit awkward too.

I don't quite remember why.

- I mean, I remember vaguely.
- So do I.

- You do what?
- I remember vaguely.

It's not like we can do anything
about it now, right?

- Worse things happen.
- And f*cking better ones, too!

I need to f*cking shower! May I?

I'll make us some breakfast in a bit.
For f*ck's sake...

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Bon appétit.

Have some coffee at least.

There's this interesting deal.

Just promise you won't hump
anyone's daughter. Or wife. Or...

- Whatever.
- Ganges... sh*t from China, again?

Our own Polish stinking dump.

- Thank you.
- I love it when you're poetic.

Be f*cking grateful I'm even
telling you about any deal.

I am very grateful.

Excuse me.

Yes, Uncle?

Franek, come over to your
father's. And be quick.

- Are you two at my Dad's?
- Yeah, it's nice.

I'll call you later, OK? Bye.

- I'm very grateful.
- Right. OK...


work.

We just need to find
a secluded place, like...

one no one would raise sh*t about.
And we're f*cking...

Can we have our breakfast in
peace?

- Go on, have some horseradish.
- Sure.

Sonny's here!

I'll get you a plate.

Have a seat, dear boy.

Take a look at that! Polskie
Jadlo!

Catering,
they bring me stuff all the time.

- I've just eaten.
- So have we, but look!

Herring, liver, patties.

- Look at that pork!
- All right, all right.

Uncle, how've you been?

- Excuse me. Hello?
- And meanwhile let's...

- Yes.
- For 1/4 of the book

you'll get a 1/4 of the money.

That's about 20 grand.

- OK, got it.
- Don't blow it on bullshit.

- And treat it like motivation.
- Right, of course.

Thanks.

All right...

Well, Uncle?
How come you're so sad or what?

- I'm not...
- But I can tell.

You know...

The old warhorse...
He's way past his prime. What?

The shovel, right?

Or even better,
move there altogether.

It's windy as f*ck, but it's
America.

Exactly. You could find yourself
a good job.

- And how's Marzenka?
- She'll outlive us all.

How would you know?
When have you last been to her?

I don't need to go to her.

We've slept in one bed
all through our childhood, right?

Remember, that f*cking flat in
Wola?

Stealing potatoes,
because we had no food?

- I didn't steal!
- Because you were the youngest.

- Bring me some food
- Mother locked you in a shed.

So that no one would steal you!

Franek, what is this?
Taking photos to remember

what real food looks like?
Make it quick

Yup.

Don't fret, Uncle.
Aunt Marzenka is fine.

Everyone's fine.
And f*ck Aunt Kaska, right?

Keep your chin up!

I just don't like leaving Poland.

Old warhorse,

so stay with us, then!
It doesn't get any better than this!

- Anything else, sir?
- Food, drink, everything!

- Can you pack me some for take
out? - A bit of everything.

- Why are you fiddling with...
- A friend is texting me.

- Hey there.
- Hi.

- Boy scout.
- Be prepared.

I'm Czuly.

You must be, since you showed up.
With the food.

And you look like on Tinder.

- And you're...
- Lotna.

It goes without saying.

Like the horse.

What horse?

- Do I look like a horse to you?
- No...

Never mind. You've very beautiful.

Horses are beautiful, too.

But they're not on Tinder.

Will you come in or...?

Sure.

I need to change.

Novelty is the best cure.

Excitement by the unknown.

That feeling fills your whole head.

It erases anxiety, regret, guilt.

And of course I'd rather be with her.

But she's not here.

What?

Nothing. It's great.

Let's do somethnig crazy.

- Yeah?
- It's a start, right?

Absolutely.

Miss, where to?

- Towards the sun.
- I need to enter a destination.

Write something nice. A poem.

When I had too much money,
I did that, too.

How much is too much?

Enough to make you
lose your insight.

You either have insight or you
don't. Money's got nothing to do with it.

To get what I consider money,
you need fluke.

Insight, fluke... just words.

Don't philosophize,
just say I'm right.

OK, don't slap me around.

Besides, look who's talking:
I sucker Tinder dates for food.

Meet them in restaurants.

They guy will pay,
you'll eat your fill.

I'll what?

Look at me, baby.

I'm a 10 out of 10. In any scale.

I always eat for free.

I'm inviting you wherever.

Have you ever wanted to...?

- You know...
- I know.

No, that's not me.

I meant if you ever wanted
to f*ck on a bridge.

You know, so that everyone
in the passing cars would see you.

But they wouldn't actually see
what they saw. Only for a sec.

But I also see in you
that other thing people do on bridges.

It's glimmering in you.

I sense the lonely ones right away.

By their eyes?

By their smell, wino! Take a shower.

Sometimes, if you're lucky...

the game itself is the best.

You simply meet someone
and there's a connection.

You don't really care
what it is, exactly.

It's just as if you've been
doing this since forever.

Good morning!

- Are you here?
- Hey!

Will you come down?
Or should I come get you?

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

It smells delicious.

You're some badboy, boy scout.

Badboy or boy scout?
I'm confused here.

You're a piece of work.

So are you.

So, will I see you tonight?

Tomorrow?

Relax, it's not about love,
I don't believe in that sh*t.

You can f*ck other chicks.
If you have the stamina, that is.

- I'm working tomorrow.
- Where?

At a bar. The Piach.

That hipster dive?

- But hipsters are gone.
- It's a good thing, right?

Yeah!

- I think you need to go.
- Yup.

f*ck!

f*ck...

Next, please.

Come in.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I wanted to check my balance.

But can you do me a favour?

If it turns out I owe more...

so much you need to call the police...

Oh, no, sir... Your ID.
We never call the police.

Just wink at me twice.

And I'll just go.

- OK?
- All right.

Franciszek Czulkowski...
That's right.

Did you wink?

- No, it's just a tic.
- Are you sure? - Yes.

Right, sir...

- you've got 3 maxed out credit cards...
- That I know.

And the balance of your
checking account is 0 zlotys 13 groszy.

And I was supposed to have money.
I know a lot of people say that...

That's right,


was transferred yesterday.

And I spent it all last night?

There was...

- a seizure of your bank assets.
- What seizure?

That's all I can see in the history.

- You really don't know?
- I really don't.

That's all I see
in the account history.

But you're supposed to be
taking care of my money! f*ck!

All right.

- How could you?
- I told you I'd be your nightmare.

f*ck, Olka, I'm penniless!

And I'm not.

You still owe mi 40 grand. Bye.

For f*ck's sake...

- Yes?
- Hello.

- I'm a Jehova's witness, thanks.
- I'm from a real estate agency.

- Representing the owner.
- Show him some other place.

- Warsaw has lots of flats.
- The gentleman likes this one.

It's for sale.

No... it's not. This is a mistake.

This is number 6.
People often take 6 for 9...



Apartment 33A.

May we?

Yes.

Come in.

Uncle, why the f*ck didn't you
tell me?

What gate? I f*cking live here!

- Franek, you, here?
- You f*cking knew about it!

- About what?
- Teddy selling the flat!

- What do I care?
- Get the f*ck out.

This is my place, you know.
You get the f*ck out.

Now what? "Dad, for once
in your life, help me out"?

Yeah, I have 20 apartments.
But you can't live there.

- Why not?
- Because they're all rented.

I don't get you.

I've always believed
you'd get better someday.

You'd grow up to be a man.

But it'll never happen.

f*ck you.
f*ck you, you f*cking prick!

Get your sh*t together.

What?

- That interesting sh*t deal...
- What about it?

- Is it still on?
- It is.

- It is, come over.
- All right. See ya.

I don't care where you dump it,
but if they catch you, it's on you.

Right.

And what's the fine
for something like that?

To other day, in Lomza, it was
one mil. For the property owner and the driver.

So, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Yeah...

- And what's in there?
- Who cares? How does it work?

You open the valve,
lift the hose, and it flows.

- And the cash?
- When it's done.

It's all such dull circumstance:

Kindness, generosity,
Ethical stance.

Playing the good-natured fool,
All the troubles that ensue.

Franek finds it so f*cking drab,
because this world respects the bad.

- f*cking bored or what?
- What place is it, exactly?

My Aunt's land.

You're dumping this by her
house?

Not her house.
She's got a few hectares.

But still, bro, f*ck...

Now you're f*cking empathic?

All you care about is money.

So long.

Yo... This is it?

No, I stopped for a cig.
Yes! Come on.

This kind of sucks.

- OK, go on.
- What?

You're the one he showed how it works.

f*ck you.

- Open the f*cking valve! -
Where? - Up your a*s! In the back.

- The red one?
- Yes!

- Now?
- Now.

f*ck...

What the f*ck is that?

- Get the other one.
- Is it sh*t? - The other one!

It's that writer... Mostowicz!

- I don't know him.
- No? He wrote, wait...

"The Blind".

- Haven't read it.
- No?

- I don't read living writers.
- Do you read at all?

You like him so much?

Sir, excuse me!

My friend here's a fan, she'd
love an autograph, but she's shy.

Sorry, I don't even have
your book on me.

Jakub... Sir.
What would you like?

- The same.
- OK.

Yo... Do you know her?

Have we met?

- Go, or else it's blood in the Piach.
- My friend... you have to.

I'm going, I want to live.

What is it?

Do you need to be someplace?

Rest. Relax.

It can be different, you know.

It can be nice.

You fly away from pain.

First there's the upwards climb.
It's the best, so exciting.

But that's when it's easy to crash.

And then the plane levels out
at the designated altitude,

and it just flies, lightly and softly,

with occasional turbulence.

But if you're a frequent flyer,
you stop paying attention.