01x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

[mournful music playing]

[priest] Together with the death
of God's son, Tomasz,

we lose not only his wisdom,
his prudence, and his brilliant wit,

we also lose a part of the old world,

one of tradition,

which is slowly but surely
being demolished

by various trends from Western Europe

with the aim of shattering
the divine order.

[crow cawing]

[priest] They wish to fall,
like the guillotines fell

on the necks
of innocent aristocrats in France,

on the eternal order of things.

[voice fading] That's why
it's so important...

[inspector] So, one more time, Miss,
so that I understand correctly.

You claim

the respected and well-regarded merchant,
Stanisław Wokulski,

is responsible for burning
the barges and machinery

which your father is a co-owner of.

Was.

[priest] Now, in Tomasz's name,

let us pray for our sins. Let us beg...

[inspector] And that he, in fact,
risked his reputation

in order for you to become his wife.

What else would make him do it?

And I know it was him.

Like I said.

Right.

Well, we'll look into it.

Thank you very much for coming.

Thank you.

Ms Izabela.

Does this Stanisław Wokulski
remind you of the man in this drawing?

[unsettling music playing]

That's him.

I know!

[priest speaking Latin faintly]

[mournful music continues]

[priest] Mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa. Amen.

THE DOLL

It is now time for dessert.

[music fades]

Excuse me for a while.

I know what you all think of me.

That it would be better
if I disappeared somewhere.

And then I would stop being such a...

social problem.

I know what you all think.

"What's with Bela?
Silly Bela! What's with Bela?"

Excuse me.

[silverware clinking on glass]

- [Krzeszowski] Ladies and gentlemen...
- Bela, come. Come this way.

- Come. Dessert is served.
- All right.

[Krzeszowski] ...a toast to the deceased.

Don't worry. I will set aside for you
the largest slice.

- [quiet conversations]
- [cutlery clattering softly]

[Krzeszowski] My dear...

My dear girl, my deepest

and most profound condolences.

Thank you.

[Krzeszowski] I just wanted to say that

you have never, ever,
and never will be, a problem for me.

You have my word on that, Ms Izabela.

Thank you, Baron.

[Krzeszowski] And if...
you ever need anything,

and I mean anything at all,

then, well, you know where to find me.

Unfortunately,

I must leave now.

Duty calls me away.

Anything.

- Anything at all.
- [chair clatters]

I'm sorry.

[priest] Ah, as the Bible says,

"There is a time to laugh
and a time to weep".

[door closes]

[priest] "Let the dead bury the dead".

[sombre music playing]

[priest] Mortuos suos...

[Izabela takes deep breath]

[Terlecki] I'm so sorry.

- My condolences.
- Sympathies.

- Ms Izabela.
- [Florcia] Gentlemen.

[music fades]

[sighs] My dearest.

You must surely not have thought

we would have left you with no support.

Hm?

After all, you took it upon yourself,

without any pressure,

that upon the death of your dear father,

you would place yourself
under Duke Rudnicki's protection.

Yes.

[aunt] It might just be
the only sensible thing

that you've done this year.

My dear, we worry about you, honestly.

[inhales] You are still one of us.

But it has to be said
that your various behaviours

led us to a sad conclusion.

Neurasthenia.

It is often the result of leading
an intense and modern lifestyle.

Dr Mitchell,
a world-renowned specialist in the field,

strongly advocates a treatment
of lying down regularly, isolation,

and the suspension of all activities.

Even reading.

We will send you for your own good,
to rest and recuperate,

to the convent of Carmelites.

How long will I stay there for?

Until you have convalesced and recovered.

The Prioress will decide

when you are fit
and able to come home to us all.

This can't happen.

Dear Izabela,

yes, it can.

Pack your things, my dear.

The Prioress and the Duke
will escort you to the convent soon.

Did you know of this? Auntie, wh... what?

Can you not do something?

[Kazimiera sighs]

[clock chiming]

Florcia?

- Yes?
- [door opens]

- [door closes]
- [Izabela inhales sharply]

[melancholy string music playing]

[Stan] Oh! May I...
Can I ask you a question?

Of course, Mr Wokulski.

Er, being a waiter is a good job, huh?

[chuckles] I can't complain, really.

Mm. Well, I'm pleased to hear that.
[laughs drunkenly]

What on earth do you mean, though?
That's not true. You're a f*cking waiter!

- [Ignaś] Stan!
- Sir, I know I am.

- [Ignaś] Calm.
- [laughing] Hey! Hey, you!

You play something nice for us.

How do people...

You know, how do they be happy
with who they are?

How can you fall asleep at night

and not question whether
you're an utter piece of sh*t?

How does one do that?

I want to do that!

[inhales] But I never do,

and I never will.

Even as a boy, I wanted...

I wanted to be like
those rich, freer, higher-up gentlemen.

So rich.

But I... But I couldn't.

Well, I did what I had to do.

Oh, f*ck.

I did everything.

I tried so hard to be like them.
Like all of them.

- Like those people... people...
- [glass clattering]

And at the end of the day,
it was too much.

Mm. Hm.

And... Ah! There was too much malice.

[groans]

She'll never call me "Stan" again.

She'll never call me "Stanisław".

[Ignaś] But you didn't do anything, Stan.

- I mean... you did, actually.
- [Stan] Mm-hm.

[Ignaś] Nothing that would make
Ms Łęcka not want to see you.

I destroyed
what took you so long to build.

I wasted your efforts.

- [Stan sighs drunkenly]
- [Ignaś] I'm so sorry.

- I'm so very sorry.
- [Stan] Ignaś.

- Ignaś. You fool!
- [Ignaś sobbing]

Ignaś, I don't blame you for anything.

I put everything on your shoulders.

The shop and the auction...

- [Ignaś] Stan. Stan...
- Huh?

- Stan.
- [Stan] Mm?

[Ignaś] You should leave.

I should leave for a hole in the ground.

Have some peace and quiet.

[discordant music playing]

[Ochocki chuckles, sighs]

I'm wondering...
what the headstone should be on my grave.

- [wails]
- [body thuds]

[distorted voice] Dearest Stan...

- [Stan groaning]
- [Ignaś and Ochocki] Stan!

- Ah, Julek!
- [Ochocki] Stan, get up!

- [Ignaś] No, no, no. Up, up, Stan!
- Up you get...

- [Ignaś] Not like that. Not like that...
- There you are!

- [Ignaś] Stan, no!
- [all laughing]

- [Stan] Everything's all right...
- [Ignaś] Grab on! Let me take Stan!

[Stan laughing drunkenly]

[music ends]

Bela...

you didn't eat your dessert.

I purposely saved
the most exquisite piece for you.

Thank you, Florcia.

You can tell the Prioress
that I will be ready in a moment.

Oh... are you going away, then?

Yes.

Haven't you heard?

No, I must have missed that.

So much has happened today.

[sighs, laughs softly]

It's dawned on me where you are going.

Mm. To Paris, hm?

Hm? Tell me.

I'm right.

- [Izabela laughs softly]
- [Florcia] I guessed right. [gasps]

Yes, Florcia.

[laughs softly]

To Paris.

- Phew, phew.
- [Izabela laughs]

[whispering] Don't tell anyone though.

- I won't.
- [Izabela laughs softly]

[door opens]

[softly] Miss is going away.

[intriguing orchestral music playing]

So I'm dead, am I?

I'm sure I must be.

[music stops]

[intriguing orchestral music resumes]

Don't let me interrupt you. Carry on.

Ms Izabela.

If someone asks you, you never saw me.

Thank you.

- [crickets chirping]
- [dogs barking in distance]

[suspenseful notes play]

[horses snorting, neighing softly]

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

[dog howls]

[men shouting indistinctly]

[man] Help the homeless, miss.
God bless you.

[indistinct chattering]

- [men shouting raucously]
- [Izabela breathing heavily]

Good evening. Is Zofia Dobska here?

She works here.

- No, ma'am.
- [Izabela] Zofia Dobska.

No, ma'am.

Do you know where she is?

[man] Not here.

Is there a bed here for the night?

[sighs] You want to sleep here,
do you, lady?

[men laughing]

[people coughing]

[hushed conversations]

[woman] ...the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name...

[woman coughing]

[man shouts]

[praying indistinctly]

[men shouting]

- [sombre music playing]
- [people wheezing and coughing]

[hushed conversations continue]

[man snoring loudly]

[people coughing]

[crying]

[music building eerily]

[man grunting]

- [man continues grunting]
- [woman moans]

[footsteps running]

- [music fades]
- [birds chirping]

[man slurping]

- [indistinct chattering]
- [dishes clattering]

[Izabela clears throat, gasps]

[liquid pouring]

What are you doing here?

[indistinct chattering]

What will you do from now on?

I don't know.

[Zofia sighs]

W... Well, you could always stay with me,
if you'd like to.

- [children laughing]
- Hey! Stop running in here!

[children speaking indistinctly]

[sighs]

Stay with me. Well, until you find
something more... appropriate.

I owe you.

[Zofia] And now I have to get to work.

Come on. You can help me.

Get up. Get up!

- [indistinct chattering]
- [sheep bleating]

[children laughing]

Hey, hey, hey. Come.

Why are you limping?

[sighs] Show me your leg.

Oh, God. All right,
come with me to the poorhouse.

I'll dress your leg there.

[boy] You'll hack off my leg,
not dress it, ma'am.

Hey! More like your head.

You'll have to manage without me.
I won't be too long. [clears throat]

[Izabela] All right.

[liquid sloshing]

[breathing deeply]

[child 1] Wait for us!

[child 2] Where are we going?

[children laughing and squealing]

[dog barking]

Look.

It's real gold. [laughing]

- [grunts]
- Hey!

- Give that to me.
- [girl] No, it's mine. I found it.

- Where?
- [girl] By the river.

That's a barefaced lie.
I'm sure I had it on me the whole time.

[girl] If you had it on you
the whole time,

you would have it now, wouldn't you, miss?

- That's my necklace.
- No, it's mine!

- Give it back, you hear?
- [girl screams]

- You can't just take it! Give it back!
- [children shouting]

[woman grunts]

- [blow lands]
- [Izabela grunts]

[people exclaiming]

- [intriguing percussive music playing]
- [Izabela panting]

[men shouting in distance]

[people laughing]

[dog barking]

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- [lock clicks]

[music ends]

You sleep in my bed tonight.
I'll think of something else tomorrow.

[Izabela] What about you?

I'll be all right.

Are you awake?

- Are you awake?
- [Zofia moans]

[groans] Well, I'm awake now.
Now that you prodded me.

- I just can't sleep.
- [Zofia] Mm-hm.

Everything's sore,
and I think I've got a broken nose.

[Zofia] Mm.

[chuckles softly] It's not broken.

It hurts badly.

Badly? [sighs]

On a scale of one to ten,
tell me how badly?

- Ten.
- [laughs] It's definitely not ten.

Well, maybe not ten, but it's really sore.

[Zofia sighs]

[Zofia sniffs]

- [liquid squelching]
- [sombre music playing]

[Izabela winces]

[breaths echoing]

[Izabela] Can you sleep with me tonight?

[Zofia] All right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I don't have anyone else.

Only you.

[bell ringing faintly]

[Zofia] It'll be all right.
Everything will be all right.

[knocking on door]

[bell ringing]

[sombre music continues]

[fly buzzing]

- [knocking on door]
- [Florcia moaning]

[bell ringing]

[Florcia moans, cries]

- [knocking on door]
- [Florcia moans]

[whimpers]

[crying]

[door closes]

Why are you opening the door yourself?

Where are the servants?

They're not here.

[laughs softly] We have all
been excused today.

A bit like...

the carnival. [laughs]

And Bela?

[Florcia laughs] Bela's whole life
was a carnival.

Where is Bela?

In Paris.

Where in Paris, though?

Just Paris, I don't know. Haven't been.

[dishes clattering]

Kazia, have some cognac.

Florentyna, you must recover your senses,
for God's sake.

[Florcia breathing shakily]

[crying] I, erm... really must, I know.

[whimpers]

[cries]

I'm a bit... out of sorts.

And I'm alone.

They've gone.

[sobbing]

Marianna.

Yes?

Will you go to the circus with me?

- I'm busy.
- [chair scrapes floor]

Has something happened?

What do you mean?

I feel that you've changed.

What are you saying?

Lately, you've...

been inaccessible.

[Marianna sighs]

See a wh*re, then.

They are always accessible.

[bell ringing]

[glass slams on table]

[bell ringing]

[door opens]

- [Kazimiera] Is Wokulski not here?
- Can you tell me what you want with him?

- It's about Ms Łęcka.
- Mm.

Then it's better for him not to know.

[Kazimiera inhales]

How could you know
what's better for him, tell me?

[inhales] I will sit here and not move
till you tell me where he is.

[intriguing percussive music playing]

And I don't want to lose my dignity.

RÓŻA

BELOVED RÓŻA

MY RÓŻA

DEAREST RÓŻA

SWEETEST

[door opens]

- [officer] Inspector?
- [inspector] Yes?

I did some checking up on Wokulski,
that lead we got from Ms Łęcka.

Uh-huh.

[officer] And it turns out that

he has simply disappeared.

- Oh.
- [officer] Yes.

He hasn't been seen in Warsaw
for two weeks now.

[inspector] Mm.

[officer] But that's not all.

Nobody knows where he's gone.

Mm-hm.

It's a bit strange, isn't it, sir?

Indeed.

[grunts softly]

[inhales] So maybe
we should widen our search?

[sighs heavily]

And where would you start this search?

It's a tricky one.

A conundrum.

We could just wait for him to come back.

Mm.

Mm. I agree with you. Yep.

[pen clatters]

- [indistinct chattering]
- [machinery clanking]

There may be some geodetic obstacles
in our way.

Slopes or recesses. It could be anything.

The oil is here, though!

We're walking on it.
It's just a matter of...

Look at this.

Let's assume this is our reservoir,

and here, either the rocks
are not porous enough,

so, low permeability,

or it's pressure.

Do you see?

So, on the safe side,
I'd try drilling further over there.

Now, I could be wrong.

Although, I don't think...
[cries out, laughs]

Right. Mr Wokulski,
we will work for the rest of the day.

But without pay,
we won't come back tomorrow.

I'll pay you when we strike oil.

Well, we want an advance.

If you strike oil, I'll pay you 25% more.

And whoever hits it first
will get an extra 50 roubles.

[worker sighs]

Ah, f*ck it. A hundred.

[worker grunts]

- Well, give us your word then.
- I promise you.

[Ochocki] Leave him be.

- Work, work, work!
- [worker 2] Yeah, all right. Come on. Go!

[workers shouting indistinctly]

There are an awful lot of swamps
in this place.

I could drown.

This is why I hate the countryside.

[Ochocki] But your rain boots
are very stylish, Auntie. [chuckles]

When are you planning to return to Warsaw?

To Bela?

Not anytime soon.

I managed to entice him here
when he was inebriated,

but just take a look at him now,
would you? He's so happy.

Well, that's something.

But it's time to return.

Bela has run away.

- She isn't here with me.
- Oh, well, I thought as much. [chuckles]

But sir, you might want
to join in the search for her.

I don't think she'd be very happy
if I was the one that found her.

[Kazimiera exhales sharply]

People can change, mind you.

[Stan] Only for the worse.

[Kazimiera chuckles]

Am I to assume
that you lack the courage to return?

- Perhaps.
- Auntie, will you stop it?

He's just managed to forget,

and here you are,
like a wasp in his ear, reminding him.

What about you? Is he easy game?

You may know about society, Aunt.
Though not machinery.

Nor heavy industry.

- Nor oil!
- Hm, yes.

It's easier to drill a big hole
in the ground, trust me,

than to take care of a woman.

I'd rather learn about oil
than the aristocracy.

There's no contest.

[inhales] And that's because,
unlike the aristocracy, oil has a future.

There.

- [expl*si*n]
- [Kazimiera gasps]

[laughs] Checkmate!

[workers shouting in distance]

As far as I remember,

you discouraged me
from investing my feelings

and my money in Ms Izabela.

Can I be completely honest with you?

The fact that you lost your head
over Izabela doesn't surprise me at all.

There were many before you,
with better pedigree.

[chuckles] And better looks too.

And some of them
were even richer than you are.

And yet, one by one,

they made absolute idiots of themselves

and threw their money away,
or tried to k*ll themselves,

like that poor soul at the ball.

I really hoped
to spare you from such an end.

Well, that's very noble of you.

[inhales] I, unlike others in our society,

have often thought
that you two would make a good match.

[Stan] I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh, but it is a compliment.

[Ochocki] Head further!

I honestly couldn't say the same
about many other gentlemen.

- [worker 1] Hey!
- [worker 2] Give it to me...

[Stan] Hey, are you bored?

[worker 3] Oh f*ck. Come on.

[worker 2] Better watch it now.

I did not come here
to seduce you, however.

You see, I've known that
it's a hopeless case for some time now.

[chuckles softly] Well... [inhales]

I haven't had that much experience
of being a man's second choice.

And I don't wish to make a habit of it.

As I said, the fact that somebody
has lost their head over Bela

is nothing new to me.

It's a familiar story.

And yet, for her to actually
lose her head over someone...

I thought such a phenomenon
did not exist in nature.

However...

you've captured her heart, Mr Wokulski.

She may not express it well.

Though she will learn...

if life gives her one more opportunity.

[tools pounding]

- [man groaning]
- [Zofia] I know it hurts.

- It's sore.
- [Zofia] I know it hurts. I'm sorry.

- [man groans]
- Er, morphine, Bela.

- [man groans]
- [Zofia] I know.

- [man wincing]
- The syringe as well.

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

[door closes]

The morphine, Bela.

[sheep bleating]

[dog barking]

The morphine, Bela.

[Izabela sighs]

Morphine.

[liquid sloshing]

Morphine?

Morphine?

[music distorts eerily]

[Zofia] Move aside. Let me through.

Let me through!

Izabela? [pants] Hey.

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[quiet, rhythmic pulsing]

[pulsing grows louder]

[unsettling music playing]

[blood squelching]

[breathing heavily]

- Do you want to buy it, Miss?
- [screams]

[discordant music playing]

[breathes deeply]

Darling, I'm here. I'm here, I'm here.

Shh.

[breathing deeply]

[frightened gasp]

[inhales sharply] Finally.

You've returned.

[music fades]

[sighs]

[inhales deeply]

It took you two days
to recover from the state

in which you were brought back to us.

What do you mean?

It was your low-born friend
who brought you here.

[inhales] You may have joined your father
if it wasn't for her.

Oh... I didn't want to...

My dear girl,
this event confirms our suspicions,

and it strengthens
the merit of the Duke's decision.

Prioress, kindly help the young lady pack.

In the convent, my dear,

you can take your time
to rest and recuperate.

[footsteps approaching]

[inhales] There is another option.

All Bela has to do
is sign a contract obliging her to marry.

- But who?
- Yes, who?

I'll never marry him.

If you marry him,

then I'm sure you can annul
the Duke's guardianship.

- You must be mad.
- This is your one opportunity.

I am not that cheap.

- Bela...
- [Izabela] Absolutely not.

Bela, I'm sorry for everything.

- I've been such a fool.
- [aunt] You certainly were.

My lady... has made up her mind.

Now please go.

Leave, leave, leave...

As it happens, this apartment,

as well as the whole tenement,
belongs to me.

And I kindly ask you to get the f*ck out.

- [aunt] You... you common boor.
- [Kazimiera chuckles]

You too, Your Grace.

If you'd be so kind.

Get the f*ck out?

It would please me greatly, Your Grace.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

The young lady
is under the protection of Duke Rudnicki.

If we are to leave,
it will only be with her.

Bela, for God's sake,
you must sign the contract.

It won't take a moment.

I demand a proviso.

I'll do anything.

Buy me The Ivy.

All right, then.

- Swear you will.
- [Stan] I swear.

[pen scratching]

[aunt huffs]

[Kazimiera blows]

[majestic orchestral music playing]

[Florcia] Ugh.

My dear, it's time
to start preparing for... marriage.

We must send out the party invitations,

and tell all the newspapers as well.

There's no point.

[laughing] What are you talking about?

Everyone will need
to be given plenty of time.

Florcia, this will be a quiet
and simple engagement,

with no fuss whatsoever and no party.

You simply must have a party.
It is tradition.

There will be no party.

Wokulski will buy me The Ivy,
then I'll break off the engagement.

I won't have a wedding,
but The Ivy instead.

We'll buy The Ivy.

And by that, I mean me.

Though I can't actually do that yet.

But soon, it will be bought on my behalf.

For us.

How?

We'll begin a publishing cooperative,
if that's the term.

We will all have a say,
and we'll all make an equal contribution.

Together, we will shape The Ivy's future.

It's not going to work.

Supposing what she says is the truth?

[Izabela inhales]

The investor isn't me.

It is... my...

He's my future husband.

And as we all know,

a husband can help in certain ways
in our emancipation.

It's just a magazine.
How much can a stupid magazine cost?

Stan, I'm not saying it's unprofitable,
even though it is, and, well, you know it.

I'm not saying you shouldn't do it,
not that you would listen to me anyway.

But what I am saying
is that we cannot actually do it.

Stan, no! Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop, stop, Stan.

Stan.

There is nothing in the bank.

And it could be worse.

There may be even less than nothing.

If there is no return

and no oil flows from
your drilling interests very, very soon,

then... I don't even want
to finish that sentence.

I'm afraid to even
finish the sentence in my head.

I'm petrified
by the mound of sh*t we are in.

We're in a sh*t-filled quagmire!
Knee-deep!

[Ignaś breathing heavily]

Stan.

Stan... Don't go...

S WOKULSKI
DEPARTMENT STORE

[sombre music playing]

[music swells]

Why are you procrastinating
buying The Ivy for me?

Well, I'm working on it.

- You will do it?
- Yes.

So what are you waiting for?

Well...

Can we talk about this tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?
- [Stan] Mm-hm.

[music fades]

[hushed conversations]

[Stan] Izabela.

If I may,

I will join you in a little while.

As you wish.

[sighs]

[instruments tuning]

[Ludwika] Do you think I don't see it?

See what?

The way in which you stare at your cousin.

I'm not the only one.

Whenever she shows up anywhere,

to me, it seems
you are priming your d*ck for her.

[instruments continue tuning]

[hushed conversations]

[curtains rustling]

[conversations fade]

Ladies and gentlemen...

as some of you no doubt already know,

I had the distinct and unique pleasure

of inviting
the star of this evening's show

to this wonderful theatre.

And I am not talking about
any of the great actors

we're about to see perform here.

Rather the, er,
spiritus movens of tonight's event.

A woman whose love of art
at times makes me jealous.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I ask you to give a round of applause
for Countess Izabela Łęcka.

[audience applauding]

[Stan] This is an important moment.

Maestro, if you please.

[bright string music playing]

Adam Asnyk, "Adoration".

[Krzeszowski and Terlecki chuckling]

"Even when I die...

I shall forever worship you"

"Whether I am in hell or in heaven
I am yours for all eternity"

"For you, to me, were not an idle dream"

[Krzeszowski and Terlecki laughing]

[Stan] "Not a rainbow
Burst of futile senses"

"But you were the spirit's
Refreshing desire of eternal love"

"You did not engulf me
With dreamy caresses"

"And even your flames did not envelop me
As they blazed within this longing heart"

"You did not lead me to a bed of roses"

"Where bodies
Only in sheer rapture, shower"

"But you gave me a true desire for beauty"

"An eternal flame"

[music ends]

[scattered applause]

[applause building]

- [Stan] Izabela.
- [applause subsides]

[audience murmuring]

[gasps]

Will you marry me?

[breathing deeply]

[man 1 coughs]

[man 2 clears throat]

[softly] Yes.

[man 3] We can't hear you!

[in normal tone] Yes.

- [man 3] Louder!
- [Stan laughing emotionally]

Yes!

[audience applauding and cheering]

It's a wonderful day.

[Ludwika] Well,

that doll will not be yours now, will she?

No, she won't.

Because she belongs to a gentleman
whom you really can't abide.

While deep down,
you wish you were like him.

You are pathetic.

Pathetic, pathetic, you hear?

You and me are over.

You are a d*ck.

[Stan] Will you forgive me?

Will you forgive me, Izabela?

I did it out of love.
I couldn't wait any longer.

[audience continues applauding
and cheering]

[sombre orchestral music playing]

[Florcia, echoing] Finally, Bela.
I'm so happy.

[Stan] Is it too much?

Is this all too much for you?

I... I understand if it is.

Everyone will remember this night.

Izabela, I know...

that I should have bought The Ivy
before doing this.

But it all takes time.

[clicks tongue] You can't...

just make it happen overnight.

Come to bed.

[sighs shakily]

[sighs heavily]

[inhales deeply]

[pensive music playing]

[Izabela] Undress.

[yelling] Undress immediately!

Undress.

You must have something to hide.

Show me!

Show me how brave you are!

Undress!

Is this what you imagined?

Well?!

[yelling] Come back here!

Don't go!

[breathes shakily]

[pensive music continues]

[music fades to silence]