01x09 - Episode 9

[bunniefuu]

Chin a bit higher, ok? Great.

Relax, look at me.

Great...

Happy?

I know, it's like losing a fixed fight.

But it's the best option, trust me.

Get up for a sec. Get up.

Get up and give me
a stronger pose, OK?

- Something authentic.
- Authentic? It's all just an act.

I'll wire you a 100 grand, today.
It'll keep you going for a month.

Great.

- You're a f*cking act, clown.
- f*ck! - Let him be!

f*cking as*h*le!

- See you.
- f*ck! - Stay like that!

- I'll f*cking k*ll you!
- Stand still...

m*therf*cker.

You're welcome.

But there are rules.

We do the dishes
every other day.

Once a week we wash toilet,
scrub the floors and tub.

All right...

One party can be exempted
once a month on account of...

hangover, sickness, whatever,

but then they buy the other
beer and cigarettes.

And... separate shelves in the fridge,
no f*ck' stealing.

- Unless we face starvation.
Clear? - Jawohl.

- Coffee?
- Yes

- And we knock...
- Of course.

Nina feels lonely
and she also feels neglected.

- We're doing our best.
- Maybe we could do better.

- Or differently.
- Right.

Like not telling her
to keep huge secrets.

We talked about that.

I'm talking about Nina's
feelings, not the objective truth.

Do understand: when you broke up,
Nina's world collapsed.

My partner and I are doing our best
to create a good home for her.

No one's judging you.
We're talking about Nina's needs.

She needs to know her parents are
listening by listening to each other.

I don't understand.

Your relationship is crucial to her.
She needs to see you're playing fair.

Your conflicts make her feel guilty.

She thinks: "It's my fault,
I'm redundant, I'm the problem."

And with you expecting
a child with your partner,

such feelings may be escalating.

I don't know, maybe we should try...

pretending.

- Pretending what?
- That it's better between us.

Spend time together.

That's good.

Maybe except for the pretending part.

You don't have to pretend.

You do have a good relationship,
compared to

- other divorced couples...
- f*ck, no!

- What?
- It's Szymon. Your mom's at our place.

- What the f*ck?
- Your mother is at our place.

You have to fight.

Sucking up won't get you anywhere.
Because they'll k*ll you.

- Ma'am Grandma...
- Always. Attack. First.

Always!

- I'm 11 years old.
- The things I did when I was 11?

My little boy!

- I take it you don't live here anymore.
- What are you doing here?

Visiting my granddaughter,
having coffee.

And you: tea or coffee?
Szymon, could you?

You could've announced yourself.

- What is this, the Windsor
Palace? - You've been gone for 7 years.

Matylda, come here. Come, child.

- Hello, ma'am.
- "Ma'am"? Since when?

The gentleman who made you coffee
is her new husband.

- She will always be a daughter
to me. - 7 f*cking years!

Stop! If this lady is my Grandma

why don't you give her a chance?

- Drive me to your father.
- I'm not your chauffer.

- Franek! - What?
- Take your mom to your father.

Did you hear that?

Let's go.

Goodbye.

- Bye. See you soon.
- See you.

My suitcase!

- It's good for you all, right?
- Because you'd know.

Being here all the f*cking time.

- I called.
- Sure.

Two years ago, drunk. To Matylda.

Speaking of, the guy seems nice.

- Calm, reasonable. What's his name...
- Szymon. - Right.

Probably a good earner. Excuse me,
could you turn it down?

No, turn it up. I love that song.

Let's catch up, Mom.
Where've you been all this time?

- How is your father?
- Great. You'll see in a bit.

- Turn it down!
- Turn it up!

A bit louder. Thank you.

Why are you staring? Mommy's
back.

Hello.

f*ck me.

- Marysia is back.
- What?

You can get down.

f*ck me.

Marysia.

Hello, Stan.

- What do you want?
- Do I need to take part in this?

- Yes. You are our only son.
- Bringing you here ought to be enough.

Well?

Stan, during those recent years,
I've had a chance to think...

And where did that thinking get
you?

We should set our matters straight.

How much do you want?

Why talk about money? Let's have
a conversation like a family.

Did you have
some neurological issues lately?

- I want half of the house.
- Take an axe and chop it off.

You've been too much for me,
for years now.

- And I need a room for a few nights.
- f*ck!

You pray for loneliness

because it means
they'll all f*cking leave you alone.

You'll finally be alone.

Being alone means
starting from scratch.

There's no one left.

You decide where to go from there.

I'm sorry for being an as*h*le.

Don't bother.

How've you been?

My mother is in town.

So is mine, somewhere. I guess.

I haven't seen mine for 7 years.

So, you want to hide, huh?

Did I choose a wrong address?

I don't know. Just remember
that I have feelings too.

Wow, you have feelings.

It's just...

this is so... innocent.

Old movies are innocent.

- Maybe that's why I don't watch them.
- Maybe.

I believe old movies
have some truth in them.

Life is more innocent
than they want us to think.

Maybe yours is.

Let's go to your place this time.

I've got no conditions.

Have you got a bed?

- Sort of.
- Sort of?

- I've got a matrass.
- Then you've got conditions.

Czuly, know my golden heart.

I've got two Portugal wines,
pizza is on its...

Hi.

And...
I have the Wi-Fi password for you.

- Cool.
- Cool.

- Girlfriend?
- f*cking wife.

My roommate.

Phew.

- Total bullshit. Did anyone buy
it? - It is all truth.

Terribly vulgar.

You're some stallion.

I was younger.

Right.

So, I'll be...

staying over.

Hello, can I order breakfast in
bed? Chinese instant soup will do.

Thanks for the scrambled eggs.

- Scrambled tofu.
- Whatever, it was yellow and warm.

- My Grandma was right, after all.
- About what?

- That clothes don't make the man.
- That was mean.

It's not how I meant it.

You just met me at the wrong time.

Not necessarily.

- Bye!
- Bye.

- May I?
- What?

My tofu? Bread, butter?

Tomatoes?

What else? Coffee for
my awesome piece of a*s?

There! Help yourself!

How about we warn each
that we plan to bonk someone?

Peace offering?

No, thanks.

What dinner?

What family?
What are you talking about? Mom...

Mom... Mom!

- Can I f*cking say something?!
- Another guest to see you.

- It doesn't work like that.
- You bet. I'm off to work.

- No, I'm not seeing anyone.
- Hi. - So long.

I'm supposed to find a
girlfriend? To bring to your dinner,

my long-lost Mommy's...

Is... is that all?

It is on my part. Bye, then.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- What's up?
- I wanted to check your place out.

Buzz off.

What? It's cosy.

Isn't it?

How are you getting along?

- You and Gryzelda?
- We're not a couple to be getting along.

Don't bite.

It's fine. And how've you been?

- Shitty but stable.
- As always.

- But...
- But what?

Nothing... I've got a feeling
something is going to happen.

Dude, I haven't slept a wink.
Even benzo didn't help.

Will you go to a family dinner
with me?

- It's just paranoia.
- No. I can tell the difference.

Here, this treats paranormal states.

Czuly, I just dropped by
to ask you to be careful.

But I never am.

All right. Evening dress?

- That's better.
- Isn't it?

You'll see for yourself.

All right...

Why did you want me to come?
Really?

I didn't want to be alone.

But you wouldn't be.

You get what I mean.

My dears: rabbit. Or rabbits, rather.

Rabbits?

Yes, but the kind for eating.

Not the cute pets.

I don't know if I believe you,
Ma'am Grandma.

Vegetarians will get grilled veggies.

You can't even make a cup of tea.

I can do everything now.

My Mom left me when
I was about 10 years old.

I was sitting at this same table.
In the evening.

Communism was ending
on TV and in Poland.

And they were arguing, as always.

I don't recall them
doing anything else.

Bon appétit, my dears.

I know we basically
never got together like this.

But maybe we should start.

- We're family, after all.
- Why didn't you invite Aunt Marzenka?

- She said she wasn't feeling well.
- How do you mean?

Sometimes seniors don't feel well.

Mom voted for Mazowiecki,
Dad loved Walesa.

He believed him and Lech
were twin brothers separated at birth.

They met later and became buddies.

Walesa was a great excuse
to yell at each other.

They'd yell, and I dreamt
of being alone.

I prayed for their disappearance.

I thought about Indian cuisine
at first.

Next time, maybe.

You're planning a next time?

Yes, why wouldn't I?

I'd repeat in my head:
"Please, God, if you exist,

I beg you, make them stop yelling,

throwing plates, make mother
stop destroying father's paintings,

make father stop burning
mother's clothes on the living room floor,

put an end to this,
make one of them disappear."

Marysia, why don't you tell us
a story from your life.

What about?

What were you doing
while loitering around the world?

And if the AT won't storm in here
to bring you in?

Relax, Stanislaw.
You're not in any danger.

I know it's been a while
and I also know that I'm no angel.

But I'm happy to see you.
Let's have a chat.

- I missed you, let's talk.
- Okay, Mom.

Matylda and I divorced each other,






Great.

Divorces serve the family,
it's bigger now.

And beauty. You look good.

Thanks... Mom. I mean...

Daughter.

- Szymon, right?
- Right.

- What do you do?
- A boring job with an English name.

We can handle it.

I'm a senior account manager
for content marketing.

- It sounds like a well-paid
job, no? - We can't complain.

Are you planning a child?
Of your own? Another one?

That night I said it out loud:

"Get out, go! Leave me alone."

- Mom, it's none of your business.
- Yours even less.

I said it, and that's when my mother
threw whatever she was holding,

I don't remember, a plate or a cup...

Any taboos we can't talk about?

If you ask me,
I don't think it's a good idea.

Honey, if there was a baby,
you'd love it.

Him or her.

And how would you feel?
If they had a baby?

Me? But it's not my business.

Your feelings are your business.

What's this bullshit about
feelings? Are you a therapist now?

- I've got my years.
- Marysia...

f*cking leave them alone.

She threw it and left. For good.

And you? What do you do?

- The name is Agnieszka.
- Nice to meet you.

She didn't come back in a day,
a week, a month.

I'd ask Dad about her and each time
he'd come up with something different.

I quickly realised he had no idea.

I'm a model.

Still?

And it was good.
The sudden serenity. The stillness.

The house alive with sounds again.

I appreciate that. I like spite.

- No spite there.
- No one likes spite.

I wasn't being spiteful.
I just asked, woman to woman.

I still am. Although moving
to the MILF category now.

- What's that?
- Google it.

- I know what a MILF is, Antek
told me. - What?

It's when a naked lady
dresses like a teacher,

in glasses and stuff.

- That's the sessions you do?
- No, but I think I should.

- Is there money in it?
- I'll ask Antek. - Thanks.

So, I started listening,

and soon I understood
what was I listening for.

And that feeling came
and it wasn't so nice anymore.

- And how is your writing,
Franek? - Good.

- I'm writing the last part.
- Nice.

- I had no idea. - It's a fresh thing.
- What about?

You know it too:
that faint pain in your stomach.

It appears when someone you love

goes to another room
and slams the door.

When they don't text back
or come home at night.

It's about old age...

- loneliness, death.
- Don't write about such stuff. No...

Write about life. You've got
a f*ck of it ahead of you.

Not so much about death,
but a midlife crisis.

There is no such thing.
Just the crisis of life. As a whole.

Will you publish it as yours,
this time?

The feeling of being a piece of sh*t.

No, another writer
will take credit for it.

- Someone else?
- It takes years to give it a name.

- This well-known writer.
- Another known writer?

But even named, it doesn't go away.

Yes, another f*cking known writer.
Am I speaking Chinese?

No, OK, we understand.

- Is there something in it for
you? - 300 grand.

Nice. Just don't f*cking blow it
in a month.

I've got this guy,
a f*cking investment broker,

- I'd give you his number.
- Thanks.

It stays forever. Like a dark friend.

You'll give away your prized
possession for 300 grand?

- Whose idea was it?
- And you pray to be all alone.

The publisher's. And I agreed,
because I need money.

But you never will be. Your dark friend
stays with you for good.

Do you know who you are?

Telling you that you're worth sh*t.

- I'd love to find it out.
- A wh*re.

It's not the appropriate word.

Oh? So what's appropriate
for selling yourself?

No, you're right, Mom.

All wh*res I've met have been
abandoned by mothers in childhood.

Mom, do we need this?
Should Agnieszka be listening to this?

- Not to mention Nina.
- Yes, you should all listen to this!

- Look at your father-in-law!
- He's not that any more.

You used to be great!

Like Picasso.
Unstoppable. A phenomenon!

Destroyed by potboiling and
money!

Have you ever done anything
to help our son? Once?

For f*ck's sake!

I know how you humiliate people
who ask you for a slightest thing.

- Enough, I'm out of here.
- Where to?!

f*cking far away from you.

You never could accept truth.

You know what?

You show up at my home,
out of the blue...

and you f*cking start with
all of your c*ck bullshit?!

You f*cking c**t, you!

- There's a child here.
- This is the child! Here!

A sulking child!

- You're not the youngest one here.
- What's she talking about?

I'd apologize, but I don't know
to whom and for what!

- I don't need a counsellor.
- It was about him, not you!

Then why mention me?
Talk about you two!

- If you have to be here at all!
- He left me with nothing!

He left you?

- Franek, I need to go too.
- We'll go together.

- I've got work, sorry.
- A sh**t?

- Right.
- Great.

I'll call you.

- Thank you, bye.
- Goodbye.

f*ck!

Just like Daddy.

You're like him.

You're like fat peacocks!

Strutting around the zoo, thinking
all animals are staring at them!

But animals have their own
stuff!

Doing what animals do:
lying around, lousing.

And they don't give a sh*t
about fat peacocks!

Someone has to wake you up.

And it better be me
than somebody else.

- We need to go.
- Why? Don't.

- I'm still eating.
- We'll take a doggie bag.

- Bye, Ma'am Grandma.
- The two of you should talk, alone.

Dad, don't yell.

Bye.

You're like a ghoul, you know?

- A ghoul?
- Yes.

Like a ghoul.

Seemingly dead, but no.

Still haunting me, hurting.

You just f*cking won't leave me alone.

- Make your mind up: am I here
or not. - Make your own f*cking mind up.

I left because...

it was impossible
to live with your father.

He was a womanizer,
and he didn't even hide it.

Was it impossible to live with
me, too?

It is now, obviously.

Give me a f*cking break.

And did anyone give me a break?

Right,
because it is always about you.

Everything is only about you.

Look who's talking.

What do you actually know about
me?

- More than you know about me.
- I was f*cking 10!

But now you're 40.

I'm going to bed.

I'm tired.

I've never left this living room.

I'm still sitting here.

Still listening.

It just seems to me that I'm
alone.

I still hear them.

They are still yelling.

And they'll never leave me alone.