All language subtitles for Warszawianka.S01E04.eng

- What's not running today?
- Bolero in the 3rd.

OK...

- And that's Werther?
- As fucked up as you.

And underweight to boot.

Scout...

Beautiful.

I think I'm going to go for the
quinte.

- He has a limp, no?
- Your dick has a limp.

Werther... Werther.

Werther... It's your money.

- You can count on me.
- Fuck off. You'll see...

He's going to surprise you.

My father used to say
that you can't win anything in
life...

but you can lose everything.

He was right.

The Marriott Casino should erect
a plaque in his honour.

Scout is leading.

Give me the fucking...

- Come on! Faster!
- Go, go, go!

Yes!

But my father was a magician.

He could draw money.

Literally.

As if he had a magic pencil.

Unlike most people.

Who spend their lives
punching the wall,

hoping it'll finally sing.

You fucked up.

Come over for dinner tonight,
OK?
We need to talk.

- I'll give you a call.
- Don't touch me! A car, watch
it.

- A fuckload of them.
- Let them hit me.

Hi. Marlboro white, soft pack,
please.

Thanks.

My father made money, lost it,
made it, and then made even
more.

I don't have shit,
but I keep losing anyway.

I don't know
who's the greater magician.

Hi.

- Where are the patrons?
- Very funny.

I wasn't joking. You called me.

I did.

Have you ever added this all up?

I can't recall.

30,000 owed to the housing
cooperative.
Fucking thanks.

30,000 not counting rent.

20,000 for catering.
Renovators still waiting to be
paid.

Is such a fuckup even possible?

Franek...

From now on I'll be your
biggest nightmare. Like I
promised.

I love you too.

I got to go.

- I'll go "Apocalypse Now" on
you.
- Stay in touch.

I'll waste you. I really will!

But apart from
magicians like my father

and desperate souls
like most ordinary people...

there's a third type:

people like me.

The deependers.

I call them that because they're
mostly occupied with going down.

They don't even notice it.

They just give in to gravity.

You could ask:
why aren't they trying to
surface?

It's simple.

The views on the way
are fucking awesome.

Fuck!

- And? Same old? - Same old.
- Unbelievable.

You're like a teenager
before his first lay.

Worrying if you smell of your
sweat
or your Dad's cologne.

Elka, I'm not scared,
I just know how it will go.

No, you're imagining.

Our friendship would be better
off
if you didn't believe I'd
change.

It would be, if you stopped
treating
all I say as busting your balls.

All right... I'm sorry.

- I got you something.
- It's past my birthday.

- I got you a job.
- Fuck you.

A steady one. With a contract.

- A copywriter at a media
agency.
- No shit?

- Come on, you've done that.
- But in '99!

- When "OK Computer" was
released.
- It's still my favourite album.

I bet you're going beat those
who were teething in '99.

- You know you're doing it for
yourself?
- Yeah, and you do something for
me.

- OK?
- OK, Computer.

Sometimes people try to help
you.
Sometimes it's even genuine.

But actually they're after
something else.

They want to change you.

They want to you be you,
but completely different.

- More sane.
- Education?

- S. Zeromski Bookselling
College.
- So... vocational, secondary?

- Almost. - Almost?
- I came late for the finals.

- Professional experience?
- Trade. Catering.

Brokerage, transport.
Money exchange.

- Small scale foreign trade?
- Meaning?

I imported stuff. Carpets from
Morocco,
octopuses from Greece.

I've organized concerts,
fashion shows...

I'd set millionaires up with
sluts
and covered them before their
wives.

And I've tended the bar for 10
years,
making the best Martini dry
around.

- Computer skills?
- Word, Tinder, Pornhub.

- Driving licence?
- Suspended.

Additional skills?

Fucking.

And why do you want to work
at our company?

You're...

Satan's tool on Earth. Babylon.

A gang of dumb, greedy fucks
who will burn this world to the
ground.

Who'll suck dry its water, soil,
and plants

so that the almighty AI

could make another quadrillion
dollars.

Welcome aboard.

Media and advertising agencies
were created around 10 000 BC.

The ancient god Mammon shat them
out
having binged on exceptional
idiots.

Terrified by the stench, he
hibernated
them in the frozen Lechite
lakes...

from which they emerged
due to climate change.

Now they live and reproduce
uncontrollably...

and will eventually
bring civilisation to its ruin.

Places that shame the devil
himself.

I'll throw you in the deep end.
That works best.

Elka said you've worked in an
agency
like ours.

Yeah, but years ago.
"Dad, shall we bleach 'em?"

She showed me your fanpage
of that cafe.

Very decent.
Good reach, nice response.

- Thanks.
- See?

Just go with your gut.

Which of these are important?

All of them.

Anything special?

- Meaning?
- Especially important?

The brief
for the Zoska Steiner campaign.

A model?

You don't know who Zoska Steiner
is?

A model, influencer, blogger.

One million IG followers,
another mil on TikTok.

- And what are we to do?
- Come up with stuff.

- Like what?
- Something creative, right?

Like I said...
- No beer? - No, just Kombucha.

They wouldn't OK anything.
I doubt they even downloaded the
brief.

- Want some?
- Thanks, I'm on detox.

You?

- Is it OK, at work?
- Green Tuesday.

A pro, I see.

Travis Scott special weed.

She's here, let's go.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

Nice...

We're looking for projects
which are different.

And that's our priority.

Zosia is a brand
which bears a mark of
uniqueness.

Relax, we've done a very intense
case study.

- So intense we dream of you at
night.
- Good dreams, I hope.

So...
"Kill Bill" was our first
reference.

Powerful, feminine, feministic
vivid, dangerous, exotic.

But then we decided to reach
to the roots of that aesthetic.

- John Woo, the killer. Bang!
- Exactly. The VHS style.

Skyscraper rooftops...
violence and nostalgia.

Danger, a dystopic metropolis...
a fast-paced cut.

We live in troubled times,

we know you're involved
in the climate change movement,

we don't want cheap escapist
pastelmania...

Showing a better tomorrow
through shattered dreams.

We've got the whole
communication,

fonts, Instagram grids...
we'll show it all on slides.

We'd shoot it in Shanghai,
we're prepared production-wise.

Any other ideas?

That's right. Anybody?

Franek, the new man in our team.

Franek. Nice name.

Zosia's pretty too.

Any ideas, Franek?

Franek... go ahead.

I'm listening

how you've been talking about
global warming, the dystopia and
so on...

and I thought that maybe
Zosia...
maybe you...

Naturally, this is just an
idea...

We're on a landfill.

- In Walbrzych.
- Why there?

It has the worst landfill.

We're in Walbrzych,
where it's grey, the smog is
terrible...

stray dogs are eating leftovers
from holes in the ground...

radioactive rods are sticking
out...

the coronavirus is floating in
the air,
and you're wearing a gas mask,

holding that beverage...

Mange Mate.

And you say:

"The Earth is dying,
it's beyond saving.

Also because of such beverages
as this one.

You could've drunk tap water,
but no...

you had to drink this sweetened
shit

the production of which has
destroyed
half of global groundwaters.

Plastic factories, the transport
of this crap all over the
planet,

all that transformed the Earth
into a radioactive...

wasteland.

The Earth died because
you had to drink this shit.

Think about it. Global warming,

the fall of nation states,
of global economy...

an apocalypse, because you had
to
drink that shit, to feel good!"

That's when you take the mask
off
and tell them to look you in the
eye.

And your face is burned,
mutated...

You'd have to hold your old
picture
so they'd know you.

And the beverage?

The beverage...

You're holding it
like a Molotov cocktail!

And when you're done talking,
you set if off and throw it.

Or maybe I light the picture,
and use it to light the Molotov?

Exactly!

I'd just have to be careful not
to hit
those leftover-eating dogs.

- You'd throw it in the other
direction.
- Or at the camera.

At the camera, bingo! Bang!

Listen, it's not by any means
an official idea.

That's a shame.

Because it's really great.

- That's how it should be done.
- We can go different ways.

- We've got it.
- I'm guessing no one will go
for it.

The client may have some
reservations.

- Have you tried this drink?
- No.

- It's disgusting.
- It is.

But... thanks.

Good bye.

Fuck, Franek, you're a mammoth.

In order to learn anything,

you'd have to listen
to people 20 years younger.

- I can listen...
- No one wants to talk you.

Nobody. You fucked a month's
worth
of their work.

When they're done hating you,
they'll mock you,

and being mocked by kids
is fucking terrible.

- You could only be their boss
now.
- I wouldn't know how.

Really? I'm sorry.

I don't want to be different.
I don't want to be cooler.

I want to be happier.

What are you doing here?

- I've got a great idea.
- What is it?

- A visit at Aunt Marzenka's?
- Can we? - Sure we can!

- Fuck!
- Dad! Language. - Sorry.

- We're in for a walk.
- You are.

Go, go, go!

Fly!

- Come.
- What's wrong?

I left my wallet at home.

- No, it doesn't work like that.
- If you won't pay, the cops
will come.

If they arrest you, I'll be
stuck here.
And I don't drive a scooter.

Take it. Take it!

- Where'd you get this?
- From Szymon. Lunch money.

I'll pay it back.

Don't you have homework to do?

- Are you feeling sick or
something?
- I don't want your mother to
kill me.

- She's got other homework now.
- A lot cooler.

- Look, Dad, I'm a pastry chef.
- Great.

Nina will go to a trade school
and Matylda will kill us all.

You're not worried about Matylda
and don't pretend it's
otherwise.

I'm broke, Auntie.

Funny. It's what I've always
wanted
and now I can't handle it.

- Staszek has tons of money.
- I've got my dignity.

- That much, but still.
- He's not a bad man.

He can tell a serious situation
from a trivial one.

- He's never had a serious
situation.
- You're having one.

You're his son. He'll always
help you,
I know it.

I'm exhausted.

We'll start baking,
and you go chop firewood.

It helps.

I've never seen dough
kneaded so well.

This place is awesome!
Why couldn't I come here
earlier?

You were too little, sweetie.

Did you play here as a boy, too?

These were all my treasures.

Dad... there's this magazine
with a naked lady.

What?

The renovating crew must've left
it
when they were working on the
house.

In your suitcase?

They must've gone through my
stuff.

- And another one.
- Give me that filth.

- This is so filthy...
- I talked to your ex.

- And?
- Nothing.

You can stay.

Awesome!

This is so cool!

- We'll give Auntie a hand, then
right?
- Yeah, sure.

Of course you will.
It's not agritourism. Come on,
kid.

- Dad, can I?
- Yes, you can.

You know, some workers left
naked
ladies mags in Dad's suitcase.

Mine?

But then again, you don't always
have to rise or fall.

You can also stop.

My father could draw money.

And I...

I can put everything on pause

I'm a magician, too.

And that's my trick.

God, it was so delicious.

I'd gladly stay with you guys,
but I'm beat.

Go to bed, little flower.

Bye, hon.

- Quince.
- Get it on.

- Sometimes I think she's not
mine.
- What?

She's too smart, too beautiful.
It's some magic trick...

The world glimmered
and there she is.

Magic trick, right...

She needs care, nurturing...

If she meets a guy like me,
I'm going to kill him.

Franek, what the fuck?
She's your daughter.

- Not your property.
- Let's just say

I have maxed out her limit
of bad and stupid guys.

Your father's bad, you're bad,
everyone's bad...

what's the point of talking
about it?
And Nina will be OK.

Come on.

I love her too much.

That's a good thing. It's human.

You're human, Franek.

Whatever. I'm off to bed.

Love you.

- Hi, Franek. Hello, Nina.
- Hello.

- Your father is in the study.
- In what mood?

- How would I know?
- Who else?

- And now, for symmetry...
- Hi, Grandpa.

Hi, pumpkin!

- There...
- Hi. - Hello.

Nina, go take a look
at Grandpa's paintings.

- Naked ladies, as usual.
- Maybe you'll give him new
ideas.

No, thanks.

Listen...

What? You pawned your phone
again?

Why, because you call us
to ask about your granddaughter?

She doesn't need to worry.

Listen, I'm having a rough ride,
starting from scratch...

A rough ride?

So what does your bad ride look
like?

What the fuck do you want?

I need 50 grand to pay off
the cafe owner.

I want to cry, looking at you.

Not tears of happiness.

- Cry then.
- I gave you a painting.

How much did you sell it for?

I wish I'd thrown it away!
Nina, let's go.

Pumpkin...

Wait a sec...

Buy yourself whatever you need.

Thank you. Bye, Grandpa.

Wait.

Wait till it dries and sell it.

- So, till next time, rascal.
- Sure.

- Don't worry, it'll be all
right.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Are you in trouble?
- It's nothing. I'll deal with
it.

- Will you?
- Don't you believe in me?

You know, if I did, then...
we'd be together.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
How's Auntie?

- Fine. She'll outlive us all.
- Did you say hi? - Sure.

Honey, dinner!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- So long, then.
- Bye. Thanks!

Yeah?

Yes, yes, I know...

- You didn't work long.
- Nope.

I opened the laptop
and got one 100 e-mails.

- Did you take a selfie for
keeps?
- Fuck you. Sorry, Marysia.

- It's delicious.
- Seconds, maybe? - Sure.

Be my guest. I just need a
spoon.
There it is...

- Hi, Celina!
- Hi. We're going to the movies.

- But not the medieval ones?
- It's 9 pm.

Theatres are still open.

I'm good.

- I'll drive you.
- Honey, come on. - Mom!

Girls, take an Uber, both ways,
OK?

I'm locking the house at
midnight
and no one gets in. Got it?

- Bye.
- Bye!

The tough guy.

All right.

- What's going on?
- Wait... - Are you guys
pregnant?

Take a look.

- What is this?
- Our business.

"Ours" meaning Piotrek's and
mine.

And yours.

OK, Franek, listen us out,

don't curse, don't get upset,
have mercy on our plates.

- You've got one minute.
- We're opening a cafe.

And we want you to be our
partner.

Not just a partner,
and it's not just a cafe.

It's everything. A bookstore,

- Q&A sessions...
- Slam, stand up.

- Concerts, everything.
- The arty underground.

We can afford it.
We make money elsewhere.

- Then open it.
- We can invest,

but we don't have the X factor.

- That thing the Warszawska had.
- It had a 100 grand of debt.

- Franek...
- I told you doesn't work that
way.

- Franek! - How does it work?
- I've got to step outside.

- Smoke here.
- Can I get some air?

For fuck's sake...

Go to him.

- Can I be fucking alone for a
moment?
- Let me have one.

Franek...

I can lend you as much as you
need.

But what's the point?

I don't want a loan
or anything from you.

But I can make it so everyone
will be better off. That's what
I do.

- And I need to do it on my own.
- Open a bar?

- No, I need to go through this.
- Go through what?

Please, try and understand.

I'm really fucking trying. It's
hard.

I love you both, you're awesome
friends.
Just don't do it again.

It's more like a feeling.

Instinct.

It's hard to put a name on it.

A need?

Knowing that you have to
see all those awesome views

on the way to rock bottom.

And complete
all the levels of the game.

And besides, you can find
something else on rock bottom.

Hidden treasures...

from wrecked ships.

- You?
- You?

- How're things at the agency?
- They fired me.

- 5 minutes after you've left.
- Good job!

- Zoska, coming?
- You said "God is dumb" in
church, so...

I always do that!

Let's get some breakfast.

Come on!

- Zoska...
- I'll join you guys later, OK?

Maybe I shouldn't use that
phrase.
"Rock bottom".

Rock bottom...

Maybe it's just a magic land?

Beyond the looking glass?

To enter it
you need to surrender to
gravity.

Fall...

and wait for the world to
glimmer.