01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[muffled clattering of horse hooves]

[carriage creaking]

[crow cawing in distance]

[unsettling music playing faintly]

[horse snorts, neighs]

[horse neighs loudly]

[horses snorting, huffing]

Why have we stopped?

[ominous music building]

[mud squelching]

[carriage door closes]

[music intensifies]

[horse neighs]

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

[unsettling string notes play]

[dark orchestral music playing]

[Izabela breathing heavily]

[moaning]

[moan echoes]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

THE DOLL

- [muffled boom]
- [high-pitched ringing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[officer] Inspector?

The Count is here.

He owns the barges.
The ones that burnt down.

He wants to talk to you, sir.

[distant rumble]

Couldn't someone else take a statement?

The commissioner has said that you

must take charge of this matter
from now on.

And why is that?

[sighs] Well... everyone else
has too much to do.

Well, I too am busy.

[footsteps thudding in the distance]

Erm, what are you up to?

[breathing heavily]

[distant rumbling]

Will you see him?

Yes.

[footsteps receding]

- [church bell tolling in distance]
- [horse hooves clopping]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

There was a fire.

- At the wharf.
- [Florcia gasps]

[grunts softly] I don't understand.

Burning.

An inferno.

I am aware of what a fire is.

How will it affect us?

[Florcia grunts softly]

[Tomasz grunts]

Essentially...

I, er...

Now I'm not going to be able
to build that small factory

that I was counting on.

[Florcia grunting softly]

Well, that might be... a good thing?

Mm. It's possible.

After all,

you'll receive, erm, money from the...

insurance policy.

- And...
- [Florcia] Mm-hm.

Instead of the barges, we will have money.

- [Florcia and Tomasz] Mm.
- Correct?

- So we will have money. Hm?
- Sure.

- [Izabela] Mm.
- [Tomasz] Hm.

Yes, yes, yes. We will have some money.

- [Florcia] Mm.
- [Tomasz] All is good.

[Tomasz sighs]

[footsteps receding]

[door closes]

[whimpers softly]

Maybe this will be good.

- I'm sure it will.
- [Florcia] Mm.

[man] I have orders, sir,

not to let you in
until last year's debt has been settled.

[melodic string music playing]

- Very well.
- I thank you.

Who'd have thought
that I'd gain entry to this restaurant

thanks to a man who doesn't know

that one must never
order beef shank with fish.

[Ignaś] Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm.

You know how and what to eat, sir.

Affording it, however,
is a real problem for you.

[Stan laughing]

A debt of 161 roubles,
to us, is a drop in the ocean.

[Kazimierz] Mm-hm.

[inhales] How many of your ancestors
could you feed with all this?

- A large number.
- [Kazimierz] Mm.

Do you not want to wrap up all the scraps
for your many little siblings?

Or your mama?

So what do you want?

[inhales] What could I want, Mr Wokulski?

I gave it to you.

[chuckles] Well, I need some more.

You must be prepared for some expenditure

if your sights are set
on a count's daughter.

I'm sure you think you can buy us all off.

Well, you can.

[scoffs]

[inhales deeply] So, tell me
what you've got this time.

Well, have you heard
about the catastrophe?

- It would be hard not to.
- [Kazimierz] Mm.

I think that blaze was a gift from heaven.

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying that it's baffling.

- [Stan chuckles]
- [Kazimierz] Mm.

And most fortunate.

At least for you.

[inhales] For 161 roubles,
rounded up to an even 200,

I could advise old Tomasz Łęcki
who he should turn to for help.

To dig himself out of
this deep pile of sh*t he's fallen into.

Hm.

[pensive music playing]

I asked you, Father,
not to play the admiral. [laughing]

[Tomasz] Stop it, Izabela.

[intriguing notes play]

Our money is all gone, do you understand?

[music fades]

[sighs] We didn't insure
the barges in time,

and we... we have nothing.

[sighs]

What are you saying?

All that we have has gone up in smoke.

And my dowry?

[breathing shakily]

It's all gone.

We're left with nothing.

[Izabela breathing heavily]

- [footsteps treading]
- [grunts]

[Izabela] So what am I supposed to do?

I'm going away.

My ticket's been ordered. What am I to do?

You can't travel now, for goodness' sake!

You're to stay home and help!

[inhales deeply]

It is your role...

It is your duty
to provide for your daughter.

I was not brought up
to provide for anyone.

- [Izabela sobbing]
- [sombre string music playing]

[wails, sobs]

[Florcia] Bela.

You should get ready
for the charity collection.

- Bela...
- [Izabela screams]

[sobbing]

Who puts cake on silverware?!

Forgive me, miss, I thought the butler
had polished it especially. I'm sorry.

[dramatic music building]

You are not a real maid,
of that I am sure!

[dramatic music playing]

Come back here.

Now you will tell me everything.

Like at confession?

I sell my body to men.

I sell it to them.

I give them what I was supposed
to save for my husband.

I've heard that's what maids do sometimes.

I shall play deaf and dumb.

[smacks lips]

[smacks lips]

Now do your duty...

and ensure my luggage is packed forthwith.

[dramatic music continues]

[Florcia] Stop! Put that away.

Ms Łęcka?

[Florcia] Stop! Bela!

- Are you sure?
- I'm positive.

Stop! Bela, this is for when you marry!

[gasps]

Sometimes in life, Florcia,

you have to sell off items
that were kept for your dowry.

[Florcia grunts]

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

It's all counted.

[man] Here you are. Thank you, Baron.

[doorbell jingles]

- [man] Everything is in order.
- [Krzeszowski] Mm.

- [man] Good?
- We have it all.

Shall we?

Mmm.

[doorbell jingles]

- [door closes]
- Good morning.

Well, that is your opinion.

[door closes]

[Marianna] They have no money,
but keep more staff than the Vatican.

And now Florentyna sends me out to beg.

I go to, well,
the bakers and the colonial goods store.

The count's drunk all the time,
and the miss wants to go on a journey.

Except all the money's gone.
They haven't got a penny.

Well, not since the master's business
he had with the baron burned down.

That's why the miss went
to pawn the silver set to the Jew,

although Florentyna strongly objected,

but the miss insisted,
because she really wants to go,

and she bought the tickets,
because she can't stand Warsaw any more.

[inhales] Then they were meant to go
to a collection being held at the church,

although the young miss
didn't really want to,

and by this time,
Florentyna strongly insisted.

- I think they finally agreed to go--
- Which church are they going to?

[door opens]

[Ignaś] Stan, Łęcki's here to see you.

[intriguing music playing]

- He's here? Seriously?
- [Ignaś] Yes. Here now.

- [Stan] Mr Łęcki.
- [door opens]

- This is a surprise.
- [Tomasz] Good day, sir.

Er, I was just in the area,

and, well, I thought
I would drop in to see you.

Hm.

A fine shop you have here.

It's impressive. Really.

Something in particular
you're looking for?

[Tomasz inhales]

Do you mind
if I'm completely honest with you?

Not at all.

And you're... employed as a maid
for the Łęckis?

Yeah.

[Ignaś] Mm.

And do you like it?

Well, erm...

Have you been a maid there for long?

Mm... Well, not too long.

My associates... Is that what they are?

It's near enough. Let's call them that.

They are rather distrustful of, well...

new people.

That is not to say they are unkind.

It would be to your benefit
to give them a second chance.

I don't hold grudges.

Music to my ears. [chuckles]

[Ignaś] And before that, miss, er...

where did you work?

Here... and there.

Ah.

I'm a little like that.

Except I've only worked here...

for almost my whole life.

Mm.

In this haberdashery.

[sighs]

Have you ever considered
doing something else?

In life.

Mm-hm.

Is that so?

What is it you want to be, then?

Do you play cards at all?

I mean, do you play cards for money?

I belong... to a card society.

I'd be happy to bring you along.

- I don't play very well.
- Well, you know what it's like.

You deride the loser,
and you detest the winner.

But, my good man,
you must still play your hand.

- [Stan inhales deeply]
- [Tomasz] Hm.

[piano notes playing softly]

[man] Maybe the lady would like to buy it?

I can't afford it,
else I would've bought it out of pity.

I was never taught how to play, anyway.

Ah. Miss, you could buy five pianos

for the same price
as this set of silverware.

That set, my dear Mr Szlangbaum, is worth

a thousand such pianos.

Monarchs dined off it.

Polish monarchs as well.

This silverware's witnessed
our nation's history for 300 years.

And did it like what it saw
through the ages?

- What it saw was hideous.
- Eh. I assure you every age is hideous.

[indistinct chattering]

[Izabela] What took you so long?

That was so humiliating!

Did he pay?

Give me one for the collection.
Hide the rest.

Someone might see
we're doing business here.

Not a word to Father, understood?

This is all so hideous.

Every age is hideous.

You should help your father in his plight,
not spend money on travel.

- Education!
- [Florcia] That's even worse!

This trip is nothing but a mere fad.

Whom do you wish to impress, my dear?

It's not my responsibility
to clear up this mess.

It would be untoward.

We used this set
each Christmas and Easter time.

I... have lost count.
There are lots and lots of memories.

Has it really gone forever?

What is happening to us, Bela?

- What are we to do?
- Persevere.

[uplifting, optimistic music playing]

Pray for me, will you?

And you pray for me.

[music fades]

Aunt.

Do you promise it's a real banknote?

I heard about the fire, my girl.

And how you let the whole family down.

I am not to blame
for the actions of that imbecilic Alfred.

He's insane.

Despite his feelings for me,
he's still... insane.

I am told you assisted the birth
of little Nienacka.

An absolutely hideous affair.

And I hear that the poor woman
was royally... butchered.

[inhales] Now, Aunt,

I see that you are not familiar
with modern medicine.

If not for that surgery,
then the child would've been stillborn.

Ah, we don't know that for certain.

Then ask Stasia about it someday.

Impossible.

You see, sadly,

Stanisława Nienacka
sadly passed away today.

[sombre music playing]

And it is my opinion
you k*lled that woman.

[footsteps receding]

[music intensifies]

- [Izabela gasps]
- Don't you dare, girl.

[Izabela panting]

[music fades]

Life can be cruel.

And that's why I never had a baby.

To avoid the pain.

And who is this heading our way?

Oh no...

[dramatic music playing]

Esteemed ladies.

Good morning.

Please accept my sincerest condolences
for the death of Stanisława Nienacka.

[in French] Why is he here?

He lacks elegance and good manners,

but people say he could buy
this church with most of the people in it

if he so wishes.

Make him go away.

But you danced with him
in front of everyone the other night.

Make him go away.

[in English] Mr Wokulski,
we must rest after the charity collection.

[Izabela exhales sharply]

[dramatic music continues]

[Florcia] Bela?

- Bela! Bela, what is wrong, huh?
- [breathing heavily]

Just leave me alone, all right?

[breathing heavily]

I demand an answer! Why did she die?

I don't know. I don't know.
I made the incision by the book.

- A book with the wrong instructions!
- I've done this procedure many times.

And this has never happened.

Perhaps they should
take back your diploma!

I don't have a diploma.

How can that be possible?

Because she's a woman.

I did my training in Zürich,

yet in Warsaw,
they refuse to acknowledge my diploma.

I am not going to be implicated
in this death!

Then you should go back
to your theatrical dolls' house.

You'll be of no benefit here at all.

[exhales heavily]

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[forceful music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

[passerby] She's in a hurry!

[door closes]

Florcia!

Florcia, give me the money. I am leaving.

I'll send you a postcard from Paris.
Have the footman bring down my luggage.

I'm not staying here a moment longer.

Ah! And tell Father
I've no idea how long I...

Florcia?

Florcia?

I don't have any money.

I'm not asking you to give me your money.

You don't have a penny.

You tell me that practically every day.

I'm talking about my money
from the silverware.

You were looking after it.

Well, I don't...

I'm not in possession of it now.

Pish!

I remember entrusting it to you, Florcia.

Florcia.

Oh my God, I'm leaving soon,
so just give me my cash.

[Florcia breathing shakily]

I no longer have it.

Your father has it now.

[whimpers in distress]

- [door opens]
- No...

- [Izabela] Papa!
- No, no, no! Enough now!

You mustn't hide money any more!
It is pathetic!

It's absolutely vital
that you stop doing that!

Because you have lots of debts
your father was afraid to tell you about.

Don't look at me like that!

You have so many debts, and you would

squander all the money
you have! [inhales sharply]

So you could impress everyone
with the latest fashions--

Where is he?

- Where has he gone? Tell me this instant!
- [sobbing] He's gone!

He went to Baron Krzeszowski's
to play cards. [sobbing]

I honestly didn't think
he would go and play cards. [sniffles]

I swear.

[dramatic orchestral music playing]

[music fades]

[chuckles] I am told you are very...

good at business.

- Let us see how you fare at cards.
- I don't play a lot.

So then, pray tell me, what do you do?

[laughing] I'm just joking.

Even we know, gentlemen,
that we are entering a new dawn

and people are now building their fortunes
through hard work and industry.

I'm out.

I am out as well.

It is indeed a new dawn,

but the winners stay the same. [chuckling]

[Stan] Hm.

- You mustn't be too hasty, Baron.
- [scoffs]

Because it seems, er...

newcomers at the table
take their share too.

[Krzeszowski sighs]

He's right.

Pour me another.
I have to settle my nerves.

I'm a little wary now Mr Wokulski's here.

I didn't mean to offend the host.

[Krzeszowski] Oh, to hell with manners.

Leave manners to women at teatime,

because gentlemen,
here, they do not exist.

Just play mercilessly, and that is all.

Of course.

When you address me, you must say "Baron".

[inhales deeply]

Of course, Baron.

[laughing] My good sir,
I'm only pulling your leg!

[men laughing]

Maybe Mr Wokulski should drink some vodka,
to relax.

Why not?

[Krzeszowski] Hmm.

When I have recovered my losses,

I would like to...
renew our business arrangements.

[Stan clears throat]

Making money is his passion.

Well, then, maybe you have...
well, something else,

mm, other than money to invest.

And what is that?

[inhales deeply]

I don't know, I just thought, maybe...

Bela, he means. I'm sure.

You have good manners, I admit.

- I wouldn't presume.
- He wouldn't presume, no! [laughing]

I'm going to send you to the ladies
for a cup of hot chocolate.

- [laughs] They'd be delighted.
- [Terlecki laughing]

Do you think that we nobles talk like...

[speaking mockingly in French]

No, no, no. We're all friends here.

Bela, though?

Well... [chuckles]

Bela appears to have entranced you.

Have damages been paid?

Hm.

But... [scoffs]

...but you did insure the barges, gentlemen?

Mm. We wanted to,

but I didn't have the opportunity.

Anyway, insurance would not have helped.
They don't pay out for arson.

Deliberate, then?

Well, if so,
I'm contemplating who would profit

from this whole situation.

It could bring shame
upon the whole aristocracy.

Who would?

Well, there are some I could name.

Your father invited him to a card game?

But why?

I don't know.

She didn't tell me.

No one tells me anything.

Everyone keeps things from me.

Why are you looking at me?

[Izabela laughs softly]

I saw Wokulski in church today,

and he was gawking at me, staring at me.

Can you show me how?

Like...

[both laughing]

Well, not exactly. [laughs]

Mm... It unsettled me.

Like the dream I keep on dreaming.

- Who is in your dream?
- [Izabela] He is.

And he stares at me.

Ugh.

Mm. I really don't like
thinking about him.

You danced with him at the ball.

- Everyone saw it.
- [Izabela scoffs]

That's why I danced with him.

[Kazimierz] Hm.

Oh my God.

What?

I know now what he wants.

[money rustling]

[Stan sighs]

[breathes deeply]

[Stan inhales deeply]

Ksawery.

Go on.

Baron, the safe is empty right now.

If you bet your horse, it'll be enough.

Margo.

She's a racehorse. Beautiful.

Exquisite.

She's too expensive for him.
There's not enough on the table.

[Tomasz inhales deeply]

I'll write a promissory note.

That horse is priceless.

And you try swindling
with a promissory note.

Sir...

My suspicion is that it is your intention
to buy your way into the nobility.

Just like you married your late wife
to inherit her little shop.

[clicking tongue]

You'll have to put in
a lot more time and energy.

Then, you just might get there.

How about I wager the shop?

[breathes deeply]

Let's see your cards, then! Come on!

[laughing] I...

was just pretending to be sour.

Because I have a strong hand.

[laughs]

Oh...

[intriguing music playing]

[Terlecki] Mmm.

I'm sorry, Baron.

But it does seem that now
I'm going to have to buy...

[music stops]

...a stable.

[Tomasz laughing]

[music resumes]

[Tomasz laughing]

Won't I, Baron?

Mm.

[huffs]

Well, in that case...

I need to get home.

- [music stops]
- What the f*ck?!

[music resumes]

I am the Baron.

- [Ksawery] But this is your house, Baron.
- Shut the f*ck up!

[body thuds]

- You bring me the worst f*cking luck!
- [Ksawery groaning]

- [Krzeszowski grunts angrily]
- [cane clattering]

[Ksawery groaning]

[grunts]

[door slams]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[pensive horn music playing]

- [glass thuds on table]
- [gulps]

[Tomasz] Oi!

[drunkenly] ♪ Whether we die in battle ♪

♪ Or rot in Siberian taiga ♪

♪ From our toil and hardship ♪

♪ Poland will rise and live on ♪

♪ From our hardship and toil ♪

♪ Poland will rise to live on ♪

[Izabela] Good evening.

Good evening.

Eh?

[laughing]

I came, I saw,

and I... Ah! [laughing]

You better tell me
you came back with the money

that you took from Florentyna.

Do you want to see
what I came home with, daughter? [laughs]

Do you want to see
what I came home with? [laughs]

Come on! [laughing]

Giddy-up! [chuckles]

[mimics horse snorting]

- [footsteps stumble]
- [Tomasz grunts, laughs drunkenly]

[tapping on window]

[Izabela] A horse?

[Tomasz] A horse? A horse?

Bela!

That's not a horse!

That's a Pegasus! Eh?

Just wingless.

But that's all right!

I mean, it doesn't matter one jot.

The son of a b*tch doesn't need to fly!

So you bought a horse, then?

She's my prize. I won her.

What about the money?

Ah. [inhales]

[exhales sharply]

Daughter, I'm so very sorry.

I've ruined your life.

I'm sorry.

[takes deep breath]

You don't want a husband because...
I brought you up that way.

With all this enlightenment,
all this... this liberalism,

this stupidity, I hurt you.

Will you forgive me?

I understand, I really do,

why you didn't want the first, the fourth,

the fifteenth suitor I presented to you.

Believe me, I'm very sorry, Bela, but...

you can't...

reject them forever.

One day, you'll have to say "yes".

Huh?

And now is a good moment to say "yes".

A chance may not come again.

Take it.

Where did the horse come from?

She was given to me.

You said you won it.

At cards?

No, no, no, no, no.

I won it in a card game.

Does it really matter?

And who was it who gave this horse to you?

[liquid pouring]

Wokulski?

[laughing] Who else would...
would give me a horse?

Come on. [laughing]

And what did you promise him in return?

[smacks lips]

No-- nothing.

Nothing?

[sniffles]

Nothing.

[sighs]

Nothing.

[laughs softly]

[smacks lips]

It's good...

that my adored and much-missed mother...

wasn't here now.

She was lucky enough to miss her husband...

trading her only daughter...

for a horse.

[crying softly]

[footsteps ascending stairs]

[door closing]

[in French] Horses.

[inhales deeply]

DICTIONARY

Race. Hm.

Horse race. Horse race.

[breathes deeply]

Do you know how to ride a...

[mispronounces] ...horse?

[inhales deeply]

[pronounces correctly] Horse.

[in English] f*ck.

[trumpet playing fanfare]

[horse whinnies]

[indistinct chattering]

They used to write poems about horses.

Would it not have been better to sell her?

Now Margo will inspire someone
to write us a poem

of her great victory!

Margo! Margo!

I'm racing her for the first time today.

[indistinct conversations]

Baron Krzeszowski.

- Good day.
- Ah.

Please could you tell me,
is what I have heard true?

That you have sold your beloved
and most prized horse to Count Łęcki?

We'll see if she really was
of the highest calibre.

[man] Mm.

Because another of my horses
is making its debut here today.

Oh!

Pardon me, Baron.

- So, which one is it?
- There it is. Pluto.

An excellent stallion.

- Black. Like soot. [chuckles]
- Pluto.

So do you think he'll beat Margo?

We shall see before too long...
[chuckles] ...Count Zaruski.

Well, I don't know.

I must say that I've seen
many horses race over the years,

and ones such as that Margo
are one in a thousand.

I'd go further. One in a million.

[breathes deeply]

I would imagine that

she must have fetched
a handsome price, eh?

- She must have earned you a f--
- For sh1tting f*ck's sake!

I know this horse, huh, Count Zaruski.

And I don't appreciate
your praising her in such a fashion.

I apologise profusely, Baron.
It is only that Margo is--

Shut up about Margo.

You keep going on about
"Margo, Margo, Margo!"

Will you kindly stop talking about Margo
all the time, for goodness' sake?!

[glass shatters]

[indistinct chattering]

Alfred.

Good to see you looking so healthy.

The world does not end in one hour.

Changeability
is the essence of its spirit.

May I present... Klara Kamiński.

- She is my fiancée.
- [Klara laughs]

[Izabela] Mm.

And my heart is like

A lamp that's been extinguished
In a temple

But for you, it will burn bright again

[laughs giddily]

[laughs shyly]

Isn't he wonderful?
He can speak like that all day.

So poetic.

Earlier... Alfred,
do you mind if I say? [laughs]

Earlier today,

he and I... he and I wept.

Oh...

I will have a husband who, to me,
is closer... than my best friend.

[laughs emotionally]

You're a sensitive soul.

Marriage?

- Congratulations.
- Yes.

We won't waste any time.

- And, erm, Alfred is taking me to Paris.
- [Alfred] Mmm.

Oh.

How lovely.

[Tomasz sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

Come sit next to me, would you?

It seems that gentleman
came here to collect payment.

He's not here at my request.

I swear.

You must hire me a chaperone

if your intention
is to marry me off to that man.

Cease! Now you must stop that, daughter.

Good day, Mr Łęcki.

Ms Izabela.

- It's the perfect weather for it.
- [Tomasz] Yes. Yes.

My new horse is competing.

- [Stan] Yes, I know.
- Margo.

I'm aware. I placed a bet on her.

[Tomasz] Good. Very good.

Good.

So did I.

[Kazimiera] Mr Wokulski.

Would you be so kind
as to help me place some bets?

I have a feeling I bet on the right horse,

but I'd like to be sure.

But of course.

[Kazimierz chuckles]

He's sniffing around you again, I see.

[Krzeszowski exhales heavily]

Go on. Sit down, then.

[Kazimiera] I don't know if you're aware,
but you've just made a mortal enemy.

The baron you defeated
cared more for that beast

than his own wife.

For whom, by the way, he could not abide.

How do you know, madam?

That you won that beast
from the baron in a card game?

Or that you gave it to Lęcki? Hm?

I admire your determination, I really do.

Even though it's a Sisyphean task.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying no amount of money
can compensate for a void in the heart.

A void presumably caused
by an absent mother.

I must tell you something about him.

[trumpet fanfare playing]

[horses neighing]

- [spectators cheering]
- [thrilling music playing]

He bought your silverware back
from Szlangbaum.

I think that man is the devil.

What good does he do?

I don't know.

[music turns dramatic]

[horse neighs]

[screams]

Margo! Margo!

[spectators cheering]

- [Tomasz] Margo!
- Margo! Margo!

[Tomasz] Margo! Keep going!

Margo!

[Izabela moaning]

[moans]

[horse huffs]

[moans, cries out]

[laughing]

[mournful music playing]

[laughs, shouts emotionally]

[music fades]

[laughing]

Congratulations. She ran very well.

[Tomasz] Thank you. She was exquisite!

You promised me something.

I promised you something?

You allowed me
to seek your daughter's hand,

and she won't even look at me.

Try harder, then.

I said you could seek her hand.

I didn't mean
that I'd sell her to you, did I?

- Like she's a horse!
- [Stan] Mr Łęcki!

Is there a single situation
in which you can behave well?

You should change your tone,

and stop moaning about Izabela
and ruining this joyous moment.

[laughing]

[continues laughing]

[bright orchestral music playing]

[glass shattering]



- [door opens]
- [officer] Inspector?

[music fades]

We have a witness.

A witness to the arson.

He is a 12-year-old boy,
but he says he saw the perpetrator.

For 20 kopecks, I'll describe him for you.

For ten, then?

But, sir, I'm telling you, I saw him!

Go on. Describe him, then.

I could do you a drawing of him.

I can sketch really well.

Uh-huh.

And then you'll believe me.

[inhales sharply]

I'll do it for ten?

[sombre music playing]

METAL AND STAMP PRODUCTS STORE

[horse neighing]

- I need a pocketbook. Do you have any?
- [door opens]

Could you show me a selection
before I decide?

Yes, sir. Follow me.

[client] I have to be certain.

I must speak to you
for a moment, Mr Wokulski.

To what do I owe this visit, then?

It's "to whom".

My cousin told me something
that worries me greatly.

You look a little bit concerned.

[Stan exhales deeply]

Will you tell me what he told you?

Your cousin?

THE IVY
ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY FOR WOMEN

[chuckles softly, inhales]

That is a women's publication.

There are articles for men.

My cousin has told me
that you've recently bought

my set of silverware from Szlangbaum.

I cannot contradict him.

Why do you want my silverware?

[inhales]

It's a lovely set.

And the price was fair.

But primarily, it was business.

I buy and sell.

And multiply.

[Izabela] Hm.

Mm.

I'm admiring your shop.

Thank you for coming.

[Izabela] Mm.

It is your pride. Mm.

Hm.

You are obsessed
with impressing the aristocracy.

I think that it's they
who want to impress.

Including you.

Do you know what I read recently
in a book about the social system?

That you cannot turn a dog into a lynx.

According to a new scientific theory,

some creatures will develop over time.

And those who don't
will some day be but doomed to extinction.

Others may not know
what's about to hit them.

A new dawn is beginning.

Though don't be too eager,

as some things stay the same.

We will never accept you.

We're not equals.

[melancholy music plays softly]

You're the butt of many jokes.

And the more you try to persuade them all
to stop laughing at you,

the more...

they will do it.

A little shop like this is simply

perfect for you.

Sell the silverware back.

[sombre music playing]

DEAR

RÓŻA

[pen clatters]

[unsettling music playing]

[drawer opens]

- [drawer closes]
- [music fades]

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades to silence]