All language subtitles for IN AN OLD MANOR HOUSE

Cold eyed time was dripping

In the middle of strange night

Luring you to the other side

An odd entering-heaven-alive affair

In the middle of strange night

You'll wake up on that other side

Where pure strangeness
dressed as humans

Will feed you with such nonsense

You're entering a physical sphere

And you hold eternity in your hand

But when life's bad eye
stares at you

Then you'll wake up terrified

IN AN OLD MANOR HOUSE

or
THE INDEPENDENCE OF TRIANGLES

How's it going, Ignacy?
Alright?

Great, Mr. Nibek.

The prices are going up.
Good for us.

Time for a break.

Let's have some tea.

Beg.

Beg.

We should inform the Traxoxs Company
about the new deal.

I've already send them a note,
Mr. Nibek.

It's been taken care of.

What would I do without you, Ignacy?

Without you I'm like a man
with only half a brain.

I couldn't cope.

Girls!

It's ready!

Zosia

Marysia

Where's your mother?

She went into the woods with Jezory.

Dad!

Step away from her, Jezory.

Move away!

Don't go!

Move!

I've had enough, Anastazja.

I'll put an end to it.

Think it over, Dyapanazy.
You're going to kill his mother.

Stepmother, Anastazja, not mother.

What's the difference.
He's attached to me.

Just accept everything I'm doing,
and go back home.

Dad, don't do it.

Shut up!

I won't let her destroy your life
the way she destroyed mine.

But dad, I love her.

La la - two small kittens
both so grey

La la - three small kittens
their brains eaten by grey maggots

La la - four small kittens
dad went away to a wretched woman

La la - five small kittens
our mom feels an urgent need

La la - six small kittens
capture infinity in your cup

So, how did it happen?

Let's think of it as a stage play.

Well then�

What excellent tobacco.

Anyway, it's a simple story.

My second wife, Anastazja, died.

The end.

It's hard to talk about it.

I understand.

I'm sorry
for your loss, Dyapanazy.

The death of Edgar
hit me terribly too.

Was it an accident?

You could say so.

My husband was bitten by a tiger,
in the jungle.

Edgar always wanted
to act so bravely,

and there you have it.

He died two days later.

Poor Edgar.

Aneta...

We're just two souls
in bad times.

We must help each other out.

I agree.

That's the only thing left for us.

Let me introduce you to my son
from my first marriage.

Jezory, this is our cousin
Aneta Wesiewiczowna-Nevermore.

She's Edgar's widow.

Dad, we've already met.

As kids
we'd to sit under the table.

Aneta showed me her tongue,

- And I showed her mine�
- Never mind.

She'll be staying with us.

Like us, she's mourning.

Yes.

I know.

Poor Edgar.

I wanted to...
paint a picture,

or write a poem
about his bravery.

But for some reason...

I couldn't manage it.

Zosia, Marysia...

...say hello to your aunt.

Hello.

They're so beautiful.

I've come to replace your mom.

I'll be telling you
some strange stories.

We'll be taking piano classes.

The conservatory
gave me a medal.

Who cares about your medal.

And we don't need any replacement.

It won't do any good.

Marysia,
what's the meaning of this?

Just leave it, Dyapanazy.

What do you mean
'It won't do any good'?

Let Zosia tell you.
I can't find the right words for it.

When mom was buried...

...we buried our dolls.

Our mom was the biggest doll.

And so� Well...

Don't ask me anymore.
I won't tell you nothing.

That's right,
it's a matter of heredity.

That's enough girls.
Go wash your hands before dinner.

They're nice, and smart too.

What was Anastazja like as a woman?

I always wanted to meet her.

You know, she was�

She was brilliant and beautiful.

What dad did to her was terrible.

Jezory�

I don't understand.

What did you do to her, Dyapanazy?

Well...

What did he do?

He shot her.

You don't consider that terrible?

This soup is superb.

My compliments to the cook.

Dear god.

Why is my own father
such a bastard.

Watch your tongue, you sissy!

Yes, I killed her.

I shot her like a dog in heat.

I married her
against the family's wishes.

And she was lying to me.
Can you imagine?

I couldn't stand it.

To make things worse
Jezory was her lover.

My wife's lover.

And that's why I killed her.

It's not true, Dyapanazy.

I died of my own free will.

I wanted to die...

...and I died.

You see?
Lies, nothing but lies.

I see, you couldn't bear to be dead.

I'll bring an extra plate.

Looks tasty.

You're alive?

Anastazja, it's you?

I don't know.
I'm not really sure.

And what is
this lady doing here?

I came to�

Dyapanazy asked me to come.

I could look after the girls.
They're so nice.

Edgar died.

She's our cousin.
Edgar's widow.

I know.
I've met Edgar recently.

He didn't talk highly of her.

What? You met him?

Where, if you don't mind me asking?

Unbelievable.

Her hand is weightless.

Or is it just my imagination?

Anastazja... I feel so lonely.

You cousin will find a way...

...to ease your pain, Jezory.

I don't understand.

So you didn't kill her after all?

She's dead. I shot her.
Jezory was there.

She was his lover
and that's why I killed her.

That's a lie.

I never was Jezory's mistress.

My lover was Ignacy Kozdron.

Kozdron?

She's still lying, dead or alive.

What about me then?

You didn't love me?

No.

Impossible.

Don't you remember our first time?
I read you a poem.

A poem?

"Bloodless pale face
Sublime death mask

Candles burning in the final hour�"

"�Someone is giving
a dull and boring speech"

Sure I remember this poem.

But it was only a poem.

There could have been more between us.

But it never happened.

That's a nice poem, my son.

But there was more to it, right?

Right. There was more.

The poem was just a beginning.

My happiness, my suffering.

Yes, I suffered,
but I was writing poems.

I was painting like a machine.

Good evening.

Sorry for being late,
I had a job to do.

Mr. Nibek, prices are going up.

Good for us.

This is Ignacy Kozdron,
my best employee.

And my Romeo with abacus.

What? ... Me?

You're not getting away with it.
I was and I am yours.

But Mr. Nibek, she's dead.

I have nothing to do with this.

He claims he was never with you.

Yes, he's a coward.
That's what I love about him.

I don't believe it.

You're ousting me, a true artist...
...for him, an ordinary Kozdron?

Well, well. Watch your tongue.

You used to be mine, Anastazja.

Can't you remember the nights...

...we spent together
when dad was away on business?

I still regret it.

And we stayed poor
the way we were.

It must be one of
your artistic delusions.

You've never had me.

I did. Stop lying.

Calm down. Let's talk it over.

We have to clear this up.

It seems we've all been lied to.

This is just terrible.

No doubt.

That's it!

I've got business
with this young man.

He offended me.

Stop it!

You're drunk, and suddenly
very brave. Sit down!

Mr. Nibek, all the female dogs
are in heat.

What should I do?

Calm down.
We'll do something about it.

Calm down, come in.
How about a drink?

Thank you.

Good evening Mr. Maszejko.

It's you!

Good evening. How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

I missed you.

This must one of your jokes. I�

D'you know what
this idiot Kozdron just did?

He was my wife's lover.

And now, he's scared.

I love him for his lack of courage.

That's not true.

You're right.

Say something Maszejko.

You helped me
organize meetings with him.

Well, to be perfectly honest,
I don't remember much.

It was autumn. In the kennel.

Say no more...

...or I'll go mad.

You see? That's the proof.

Ignacy!

- I must be going. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

And if you ever feel like
a female dog in heat

just let me know.

Stop those stupid jokes.

I don't understand anything.

Why all this pretending?

- We're all pretending.
- Not me.

All beautiful and healthy women
lie all their life.

The way you all talk.

It's some kind of nightmare.

It's all boring and not true.

You can't say what's true
and what's a lie.

The only certain thing
in the world is a lie.

You're so cynical.

It's amusing.

You don't lie at all?

Never.

Only hunchbacked and
crippled girls don't lie.

Perhaps they want to...
but no one believes them.

That's why they're so frustrated.

What now?
I understand everything.

But calm down.
Let's leave it for a while.

Was she or wasn't she your lover.

Is she dead or alive.
Is she or isn't she an illusion.

Please, treat us all like family.

I'd rather be dead
than see something like this.

It's a splendid evening,
the air is crystal clear.

And somehow I feel like...

...everything was
covered with black dust.

God, I wish I could stop thinking.

My dear Ignacy.

Even if you were her lover.

Who cares. It happened.

I killed her and that's that.

Not another word, please.

I feel a little lightheaded.

We must live as usual.

I won't let you leave us.

Not now. The prices are going up.

We can make some serious money.

It's you who stops me being myself.

But I'm strong.

I could stand against anyone.

And if I don't do it�

Why the hell am I not doing it?

You're just a dreamer.

Lost in reality.

Don't be afraid.

Why should I?

You're mine.

Nobody loved you the way I did.
Not even Kozdron.

You still paint?

Not a thing since you went.

No inspiration? No spirit?

I see nothing spiritual in painting.

One must paint without emotions.

How about living
the mystery of existence,

which can be found in painting?

A mood. A trance.
Metaphysical ecstasy.

Perhaps that's what you need.

Spirituality?

No, no.

Well, I don't know.

Perhaps there's
no such thing as real art.

The most beautiful and
powerful art is the art of lying.

All artists should be aware of that.
Honestly...

I never liked you as an artist.

But it didn't stop me from loving you.
And you?

You were the only one I loved.

And I'll love you forever.

Now you're telling me all this.

But if I kissed you right now...

...you'd despise me the next day
or betray me with somebody else.

Deep down...
you know I'm telling the truth.

Yes.

On second thoughts, no.

One part of me agrees with you.

But when I say this,
I don't believe it.

It's all so gross.

Thank you.

I can't live without you.

I'd rather die...

...than be away from you.

Let me die.

Not now, you'll ruin everything.

If you really love me.

Would you do this? Please?

Make a move with Aneta.

Aneta?

She'll be your inspiration.

Whatever happens,
you'll always be with me.

Remember this.

Why are you still awake?

We need rest
after the atrocities of today.

That's nothing but bullshit.

The only atrocity I know is boredom.

And a need to paint a picture...

...I know nothing about.

Right now.

And a need to write a poem.
But nothing crosses my mind.

It's torture.

I lost a pin.

Go to her. Go!

You remember when we were kids?
It's just the same.

I remember.

We sat under a table
like we were inside a cave.

There are such caves,

where you don't
go there in any direction,

but into the truth.

That little hole through which
God tries to give us a hand.

Tries? Can't he do it?

You're the only women I liked.

Don't' lie.

You were her lover, weren't you?

That's irrelevant.

Thanks to you
I could be an artist again.

I'll be painting and writing again.

You tell that to every girl.

No. It's love. I'm sure.

Love?

What's love?

Love?

Yes.

We'll be together.

In the morning,
I'll wake you with kisses.

Then a bath and coffee.

I'll be painting and you'll be
reading books and playing piano.

Then lunch...

...and a walk.

And work again.

Then there's dinner.

a few important conversations...

...and then back to sleep again,

satisfied, but not tired by pleasures.

Will that go on forever?

Yes, my love.

Let's start living
like this from tomorrow.

Let's start right now.
That's even harder.

There it is.

This must be it.

Let's drink it.

Mom told us it'd be like a dream.

I'm scared. What is it?

Bitter but good.

What are you afraid of?
Just drink it.

Whatever.

If mom says it's good
it must be good.

The sisters drank green poison
from their glasses

Unknowing,
they drank a deadly venom

Soon they'll die,
their hands already shaking

Theirs necks will
bend like slender stems

Their heads will fall
like wilting, dying flowers

And it's supposed to be such fun

after an aperitif

in a country house

A manor hidden in the woods

Dad, why did this happen?

I don't know. Anastazja's revenge.

I hate her.

Murderer!

You loved her, remember?

That was my biggest mistake.

Now I despise you.

They were your children.

You'd seduce them if it wasn't for...

...your cousin who was
ready to seduce you first.

Don't talk about her like that.

I love her.

Dad, I love Aneta.
I want to marry her.

You're wrong.

Oh no Dyapanazy,
That would be too easy.

It's only the beginning.

Mr Nibek, the prices are up to 128.

Good news for us.

Silence. Can't you see
the girls are dead?

But why now, when trees are 128 each.

I could be rich and
have given them everything.

Breakfast is served.

Breakfast? I see.

We must go on.

Start a new life.

Let's eat.

Dad we can't leave it like this.

I have to finish the job.

Me!
For you, for everybody.

Without it there's no fresh start.

Calm down,

It wouldn't do any good.
I've killed her once.

What now?
You start a new life with hunting?

I�

What is it?

I must be free from you.
For good.

If that's what you want.

It'll be a remedy,
for all my troubles.

Go ahead and shoot.

I can't continue my old life.

Mom, we're bored.

Go play in the field.
I'll be right with you.

Go on, Jezory.

It doesn't matter.

Let's leave this cursed place.

You've changed you mind?

God, you're so small.
In every way.

I know.

I'm not a minister,
a do-gooder or a general.

I've done nothing.

I have no job or future.

You're right. But you can
achieve something, right now.

Killing me is not such
an easy thing to do.

You'll see.

What if it's just another mistake.

That it was all about
not killing you, but going with you.

Oh, this wretched relativity.

What's irreversible is great.

The greatness of first love...

...the lost of virginity,
Death too.

Shoot me now or I'll despise you
forever like you were dog.

I'm the one despising you.

You're nothing but
my illusions made flesh.

Go to your papa.

Are you really my dad?

Anastazja, Did I? Did we?

Can't you remember?
The nights we were together?

Right. I might be his father,
though I hate children.

Where are you from?

I don't know.
The shots woke me up.

I wanted to tell you so much.

Dad, what's happened to that lady?

She's dead.

Dead? What does that mean?

It's like a sleep.

- But she won't ever wake up.
- Ever?

It's like an eternity.

Do you mean eternity?

Yes.

I see.

I feel sorry for the lady.

She was pretty.
I wanted to tell her that.

Me too.

Now it's too late.

Let's go home, son.

Dad, what are you?
I mean, who are you?

Well, to tell you the truth...

...I don't know.

I get it�

No, you don't.

That woman stopped me
from being myself.

That's why I killed her.

You shot her?

It's so funny.
As if you were hunting.

Don't laugh, it's a tragedy.

How come?

It's more like bugs
eating each other.

People are like bugs.

And eternity calls them
with the voice of the mystery.

Where did you read that?

I don't know.

I shot her.

Finally and definitely.

He saw it.

Well, did I?

I'm impressed.
A little bit impressed,

because what you did
was low and dirty.

Am I right?

I'm not sure.

Where did you dig that worm from?

He's Tadzio.
He came out of the ground.

Amazing.
Then again it's not my business.

Do you like it here?

Something's missing here.

Smart one.

Leave him be. I adopted him.

You can call me mom.

And you can call me grandpa.

Great.

Well grandpa,
she's gonna be my mom?

You're such a pretty lady.

What a grandson...

...whatever you call him.
Come, come.

I tell you son,
you're going to be an artist again.

It's just the beginning.
A promising one.

Yes.

Finally I created my own family.

I started a new life.

But can I stand this?

Are you happy, cousin?

Yes. Please call me daughter.

Mom, talk to me. I'm sad.

I don't know how.
I've never had kids of my own.

Go to Katarzyna.

I don't like good folks.
And evil ones make me tired.

Are we evil?

I don't know...

...but you make me tired.

That's what I like about you.

Long live the newlyweds.

Cheers!

Good fortune!

Music!

I wish I was walking in their shoes.
I'd take the virginity of their girls.

I'd sleep in their beds, eat their food.
I'd be overwhelmed by their spirit.

It's not for us.

We're just manure.

Manure, perhaps.

But they're nothing but maggots...

...on the carcass of some prize cow
from the past.

We'll create a new order.

But we won't use anything
they already made.

We can do better. Everything new.

New machines, new paintings,

Symphonies, poems, dances, everything.

Don't talk nonsense.

Easy now.

Enough of that.

You lead a comfortable life,
eat what you like.

And we do the dirty work.

You can emancipate
only through your work.

Society�

Society is a woman.

She needs a male to rape her.
Am I wrong?

What d'you think, huh?

Managers and clerks
will always eat their own food.

Their work calls for
different diets, different brains.

When the system fails,
we won't need anyone like you.

We'll have real directors fed on pills.

Enough of that talk.

Mr. Ryszard Korbowski -
our new manager.

As you can see, my son is working.

He didn't even looked at us.
But that's alright.

We know what inspiration is.

- Korobowa�
- Who's that?

My only friend.

Without him I couldn't have
lived through Edgar's death.

Where did you two meet?

I met him -- never mind.
We went through the worst times.

You wouldn't believe
how inventive he is...

...when it comes to
controlling the situation.

Yeah, right.

Please behave yourself.

I'd prefer you to
treat me with respect.

Why is this bastard
so familiar with you?

I won't allow it�

No, it's me that won't let some
cheap painter tell me what can't I do.

I'm her lover.

And thanks to her dead husband...

...I have a salary too.

You're a pimp.

Come now, please.

Why don't we eat.

Mom, I forgot, how is he my dad?

Don't worry. We can't always tell
why things are as they are.

But why he is my dad?

I want to know where I came from...

...and where I'm going in such hurry.

The future is now.
New quasi democracy's byproducts...

...should be redone by us
consciously and according to plan.

And what comes next
should be achieved by experiment.

Mr. Nibek, we have to shoot Fifi.

Mr. Ryszard here has
new unconventional ideas.

We could be rich.

Labor... The future is labor.

If we don't change...

...future generations will be
nothing but crawling insects.

Efficiency and dumping.

Sales at lowest prices.
That's what it's all about.

Competition will be forced to
shut down their companies.

Besides, a new order will
give everything to the people.

It will be a new form
of so called democracy.

But how?

That won't be hard.
A few dogmas and a few laws.

But what if it's not practical?

Not a chance.
1, 2, 3 new laws, and we're done.

And if you don't want to work,
a bullet in the head.

What a risky experiment.

Perhaps.

But we'll have to
sacrifice ourselves.

Like Judas who sacrificed himself
in order to sell Jesus.

Without him there'd be no salvation.

What social order do you mean?

How blunt d'you want me to be,
Mr Nibek?

It would be a so-called democracy
but without parliament's bluff.

What people need is
a true fictional religion.

Not some kind of substitute dream
of a general strike.

People yearn for a new religion.
But we must control it.

Make it a social matter.

I think I get the idea.

Thank god.

What about truth and beauty?

Truth and Beauty?
The future won't have any need of that.

They'll be happy. Isn't that enough?

Anthony.

- It's me.
- It's you milady.

I was just thinking about Fifi.
I'll have to shoot her.

That's the only way.
You're brave...

That's what I always liked about you.

Stop these jokes milady.

You know why I used to
meet Kozdron in here?

- Because you watched us.
- No

Yes you did.

So I did.

I'm in the mood.

Why d'you have to tease me, woman.

Are you in love with Aneta?

- Don't even talk about love.
- Answer me.

I'm just a marionette.
I've nothing to do with that.

I see myself moving,
but I've no control over it.

So my death hasn't changed anything?

I'm in pain. Worse than ever.

I've started a new life.

No, just different.

Your papa still wants
you to be an artist?

Yes.

But you have no talent.

That's right and
I'll never develop one.

What'll I do Anastazja?

Let me tell you Jezory...

...you don't suffer enough.

Me?

Can't you see how pathetic my life is?

I do, but what's the difference.

You're only useful
when you're tortured.

Without it you won't achieve anything.

Isn't that enough?

Korbowski is picking up my wife.

I hate him yet
I have to put up with him.

It's some kind of penance
for something I haven't done.

I don't even know
if those two sleep together.

I don't even ask about it.

But you don't love her.

You're a woman.
You'll never understand.

All you care about is love.

You can't understand any suffering
more complex than that.

It's not enough. How's your son.

I'm attached to him...

...but he doesn't love me.

I hate Korbowski,
my father annoys me...

...and day by day
I care less about my wife.

Less and less.

This whole mansion
is just a tormentorium.

I've painted nothing decent in a week.
Isn't that enough?

It's absolutely nothing.

How come? What's worse than this?

How about prison? Torture, pain.

Perhaps that would heal you.

Pain?

You could be on to something there.

It didn't even cross my mind.

Remember, don't
deceive yourself with it.

Even though I don't know who I am...

...I still know what I do.

Now I'm in charge of myself.

I act on my own
without any outside help.

Jezory, Have you lost your mind?

I used to be nothing.

I've just decided to become something.

I'm suffering.

Something new and terrible
is growing inside me.

Aneta, I want you strongly
like an American tornado.

I'm afraid the time's sleeping
through our hands like pampas

blowing over eating antelopes.
Don't laugh.

I'm deadly serious.

I'm tired ...
like a shirt in a whirlpool.

Nothing you say makes sense.

I know.

That's why I'm saying it.

I work day and night.
My mind is dizzy.

Have you slept with anyone
since we parted?

Don't even ask me.
Not in that cold manner.

Leave him.
It's not a place for you.

Dad, don't scream like that anymore.

Talk to me.

I feel so lonely.

I've got all I ever wanted.

But without you...

...it's meaningless.

I'm in pain.

Jezory is in pain too.

I don't give a damn.

I don't want to suffer anymore.
I don't.

So leave.

But I can't.

I don't want to be without you anymore.

You said it pretty smoothly
Mr. Korbowski.

- Go to sleep.
- No way.

You're a beautiful stranger,
but it's my home.

You're a stranger like me.
Go to sleep.

He's right, go to sleep.

If I knew why Jezory was my father
I'd give you proper answer.

But it's a secret.

Not at all.
Your father shot your mom dead.

He's a murderer and
he'll probably be hanged.

It's a lie!

My dad could be
someone important if he wanted.

I've heard that before.

Go to hell and
take your importance with you!

I hope you burst.

I have to find the strength.

Once this machine is on,
it can't be turned off.

Working or not, my brain is used up.

And the machine is still on.

What did you gain?

Haven't you understood anything?

Yes.

I did.

Keep on trying Jezory.

The life of an artist
is nothing but blind chance.

Yes, perhaps there's
no invention in art...

...no playing with form.

An artist must express
metaphysical strangeness.

Constructions of being
that are strictly formal...

...that logic can't describe.

Metaphysical disquiet.

Living the secret of existence.

Seeing the same in the other.

The harmony of colors
and composition.

A composition...

Form. Pure form.

It might be brilliant in its own way.

Yes

You look like a woman
who was everything to me.

She's dead.

Who is?

Who are you talking about?

About her.

I don't even know anymore...

...did I kill her...

...or was it the other way round.

This eternal question.

Who killed who.

Are you the executioner's assistant?

Alright. Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Jezory Nibek.

Jezory, Calm down.

Save me.

What happened?

Father and Anastazja
have turned against me.

I can't fight anymore.

I have no talent.

Don't talk like that.
It'll be all right.

Defend me against art.

I hate art. It tempts me.

I'll defend you.

Tonight I feel like I really love you.

I'm just afraid that�

We'll it's all so small and irrelevant.

Only lies are great, Jezory.

So, you're against me too?

What a terrible life awaits us.

I won't leave you or your son.

And we'll be sentenced
to each other till death.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You look so good.

What are you doing?

Nothing. I'm studying

They torture me with maths
though I know nothing about it.

Even your grandpa tried...

...to turn your dad into an artist.
As far as I know he failed.

So far

I don't know what my dad wants from me,
but he's a loser.

...I'll be under his thumb,
but not for long�

I like you.

Don't say that.

I feel like I'm loosing a mask
I've worn for too long.

I don't even know what a woman is.

Do you like me?

Definitely.

I love you.

Is that so?
What about other women?

They mean nothing.

This is my first kiss ever.

Tell me you love me.

I do, my innocent one.

Be the best in
whatever you choose to do.

Leave him alone!

I'm in love with her
and I want to marry her.

I woke up. I need to�

Shut up. I won't let you marry her.

He's suffocating here, with you lot.

His soul is beautiful.
With me he'll become great.

A beautiful soul and greatness as well?

You're attracted to him that's all.

With you he'll became great...

...just like me.

Well, well, well.

Do you have any more news
about my husband?

I'm not interested in him anymore.
The past is dead.

I love the boy.
You'll just ruin his life.

And isn't it you
who ruined our cat's life?

You used to feed him lemons.
But the cat died!

And we need to live.

I won't allow you to experiment
on my son.

He'll be a scientist.
It's the last decent occupation.

I won't be a scientist. I love her.

Let me marry her or I'm leaving.

Shut up!

You brat!

You must understand this�

Mr. Nibek, listen...

We're ruined.

There was nothing I could do.

It's begun.

The new government has
made all private companies illegal.

All bank accounts are frozen.

So how much money do we have?

Not a dime...
except what you keep in foreign banks.

Then we're broke.
What about our land?

Nationalized.
It's begun.

The revolution is here!

Yeah, yeah. You can refer to it later.

My son, you're at
the turning point of your�

Don't you interrupt me!

When will you know dream from reality?

Finally it's arrived.

The revolution is here.

We can still move on.

You were the only one I loved.
Leave this loser.

He's got no future.

Please. You and me,
we could have a great future.

What are you doing?

To think that I left Ryszard
for such a moron. I despise you.

You deserved it.

You're repulsive.
Neither musician nor painter.

The very sound of your name kills art.

Great! How can things get any worse.
I couldn't sink any lower.

Like you achieved anything
to begin with.

You painted a few pictures and
think you can treat people like shit.

You're pathetic!
Impotent!

Now I see what you're like.

Now?

Filthy spy.

Peasant's mistress.

He's strong.

I'd prefer the evilest man to one
chickenhearted like you. Painter!

As far as I'm concerned
I knew it would end like this.

Oh, come on.

Can't you see the higher purpose
in what's happening.

Aneta, let's go.

I love you and I admire you too.

To respect a lover
is all I can ask for.

I love the revolutionary muse.

Mr. Stemporek!

Stop moaning or
I'll beat the shit out of you.

Goodbye Mr. Nibek.

Servants will always be servants.

It's time. Goodbye gentlemen.

If you're leaving with her,
you're lost.

You only say that
because you're jealous.

I'll do as I please.

Freeze. Don't leave.

Step away from her.

Dad, I love her.

I said step away.

Calm down.
You'll kill his mother.

So be it.
I'll put an end to it.

Well I'll be damned.
Her head's smashed in.

She's dead.

We've seen that before, haven't we?

I see.

Now I see all your lies.

Your fake crimes, fake people,
fake emotions. Everything's fake.

I won't be like that.

I won't.

I'll never forgive you.

I loved Anstazja so much.

I won't forgive you.

You didn't love her.

Only I did.

It was a long time ago,
when your mother was still alive.

But I loved Anastazja.
She was beautiful...

...and alluring.
Everything went well...

... and then ... it collapsed.

Why didn't you kill me too?

I hoped you'd write, paint.

I couldn't let her destroy your life
the way she destroyed mine.

You have to be an artist.

That was your mother's wish.

A genius without his domain is nothing.
My mother used say that.

So be it. We're broke.

But we abide.

Now you'll surely become an artist.

I always knew you would.

No.

I suffered,
but it wasn't artistic suffering.

The last thing left for me
in this life is death.

The last thing to do.

Stop it.

You're all right.
You could write a play.

Come here, let me hug you.

I'm busy right now.

Goodbye.

Art!

Jozef, bring me a deck of cards
and some wine.

Good evening my children...
Anastazja.

Cheers.

To three failed generations.

They're knocking.

Who is?

Let them in.

Right, I'll have to talk to them.

Will the new life invading us...

...show us the meaning of death?

Or will it be death...

...introducing us to a new life?

Listen, what are you afraid of?
They're garbage not your masters.

We, the people,
don't need this democracy.

We can govern ourselves.

We'll create a real paradise.

Without leaders and work.

There's no room for
individuality or personality.

The self has no place.

Long live the masses.

Long live the masses.

If I could paint I'd be scared less.

But all this has no form.

Only zigzags...

...in eternal space.

Cold eyed time was dripping

In the middle of strange night

Luring you to the other side

An odd entering-heaven-alive affair

In the middle of strange night

You'll wake up on that other side

Where pure strangeness
dressed as humans

Will feed you with such nonsense

You're entering a physical sphere

And you hold eternity in your hand

But when life's bad eye
stares at you

Then you'll wake up terrified

Screenplay/Directed by
ANDRZEJ KOTKOWSKI