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I've brought it!

WANTED: MALE OR FEMALE

- A little to the right.
- Like this?

Stop! Good. Come and see, Hania.

Maybe we could move it to the left...

Don't come in!

Oh, it's you, sir.

I'm curious why you're always away.

Not too keen on work, are you?

Excuse me, sir.
I'm working on the Dutch exhibition.

I take it you've met?

- Stanisław Maria Rochowicz, adjunct.
- Bogdan Adamiec.

Artist and painter.

It was Mr. Rochowicz Who
approved the purchase of my painting.

Mr. Adamiec says you agreed to make
alterations on his painting we bought...

- when did we buy it?
- January. You were involved, sir.

Have you gone mad?

You want to paint over paintings?

It's a misunderstanding.
I want to do it myself.

The use of the black colour's all wrong.
I've finally come up with a solution.

I thought the black smothers the blues,
but the blues are too soft.

If I modify the blues,
the blacks will be less pronounced.

Naturally.

Sir, it is my responsibility
to keep the purchases in safe hands.

And mine aren't safe?

Well, of course they are.
But it's against regulations.

This is my palette and my paints.
Give me half an hour and it's done.

- You promised.
- What? Impossible.

I remember what you said
when we were cruising hotel bars.

You said: "If you want, dear Bogdan,
we can go to the museum

and paint the Grunwald painting green."

Then you wanted to crawl
on all fours for a bet.

How very interesting.

I withdraw the adjunct’s objections
about the paint over. Do as you please.

If this works, the whole nation
will drop to their knees, you included.

The visitors will be intrigued to see me
painting over an exhibit.

How exciting!
We breathe life into this place!

This place is our sculpture storeroom.
Your work is in the painting storeroom.

In a storeroom? And not displayed?

You think we display
our purchased artworks?

No of fence, but... the museum
buys them to help artists out.

We bought yours not to display it
but for you to have a livelihood...

It's simply outrageous!

You deprive the society of contact
with contemporary art.

Add a second wing to the museum.
Then we'll talk.

I do it for the people!
I won't sell you my paintings any more!

- No doubt.
- How would you know?

Cause I won't buy them.

It's public money. Let's say
you paint a masterpiece like Mona Lisa.

I'll buy it, and they'll ask:
"Why did you do it?"

I'll say: "Because it's a masterpiece."
They'll say: "We disagree."

"Rumour has it you got a share from
Mr. Adamiec." And what will I say?

No, Mist...

This proves my point.
Society craves art.

Obviously, we both know that
the thief must be a refined individual.

His need to experience art was so great
that he didn't hesitate to commit theft.

Did we search the whole storeroom? Yes.
Is there another one? No.

You didn't steal the painting
and it didn't simply evaporate, so...

The papers will say: "An art lover
stole Mr. Adamiec's painting.

Here's the picture
of his latest artworks."

People will go mad!

You're responsible for the storeroom.

Even if you didn't steal it,
you'll answer for neglect.

Fine. I can bear this responsibility
if you give me security guards.

- It's too late now.
- I know. You wouldn't do it anyway.

Statues worth millions are in ruin

because there's no security. And I...

That's irrelevant.
Don't be so upset. There's no need.

If you give back the painting,
we'll drop the charges.

- But I didn't steal it! why would I?
- Sit down, please.

You know why. You wanted to sell it.

Who would buy this crap? It's worthless.

Worthless?

How much do you earn a month?

1600 zlotys.

1600 zlotys?

And a painting worth 20000
is worthless to you?

"The thief is a sensitive
and refined art lover.

He moved past all the kitsch
and went for a work of great value."

Did you hear it?

"We all know that the prices
in hotel bars are very high.

A bottle of vodka costs..."
Well, never mind.

"A member of staff was seen
walking on all fours."

On all fours? In January? In the winter?

Is that any way to behave?
I could get you arrested immediately.

But our priority is to prevent

the illegal export of Polish art.

That is why we want to give you
one more chance.

Come back tomorrow by 3:00 p.m.
with the painting...

or with your prison kit.

Excuse me, but... what
would the penalty be

if I didn't make it by 3:00 p.m.
tomorrow?

Five years.

So I suggest you start looking.

No later than 3:00 p.m.

This "masterpiece" is gone.
And I'm finished.

- But... You can't possibly go to jail.
- I can. It's a nightmare.

Until now jail was just an empty
word for me. And then boom!

Turns out it's a real place.
With barred windows.

With an iron cot and a blanket
you have to fold every day.

No, I can't take it!
I have to run away, hide, disappear.

- Who is it?
- I'll get it.

- I'm done!
- I'll get the door.

No way. Pretend you're in bed.

Just a moment! I'm getting dressed!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- May I speak to Mr. Rochowicz?
- My husband is away.

- Who painted these?
- My husband.

Are they good?

- Awful. I'm Adamiec.
- How can I help you?

- You're his wife?
- Yes.

Talk to him. We can make a deal
if he contacts me with his buyer.

What buyer?

Let's be honest. He didn't
steal my painting for himself.

- He did it for some art dealer.
- Who?

An art dealer from Paris or London.
Doesn't matter.

That guy had a nose for it.

He knew straight away

that the motif of a hand
is a great idea!

I'll paint a whole series: male hands,
female hands, expressive, comforting,

in black and white! A whole exhibition!
People will worship them!

Your husband gets 10%.
And we're all set.

But I need to contact that guy.

My husband is in a nearby café.
I'll take you there.

I didn't realise myself...

what a great idea this is.

- I can see that now.
- Let's go.

- I've primed thirty large canvases.
- I'm sure he's in the café.

What are you doing here, madam?

Crocheting.

In my flat?
Get out, or I'll call the militia.

Don't even think about it!

- Is that... you?
- You didn't recognise me, did you?

- No.
- Good. That's what I was hoping for.

Have you gone mad?

If you hadn't recognised me,
then nobody will.

I'll disguise myself
for a month or two.

- I'll forge Adamiec's painting.
- From memory?

No, why? Take a look.

Exhibit number, size, and a photo.

No one will think it's fake
with these stamps and signatures.

We'll plant it in the museum
and that'll be it.

And if the militia come,
we'll say you're my older sister.

- Why older?
- Don't be silly.

No.

We can't live together.
It may look suspicious in the long run.

I have to move out.

Let me see... It's better like this.

Take the necklace off. Don't move!

That gentleman? OK.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Good day!

How much do you want?

Let's say... maybe 500 złotys a month.

Or 300.

380. It's mid-month, you see.

All right then. 500, board and lodging.
You'll cook, clean and do the laundry.

- And take care of Sonia.
- All right, and who is she?

- Our doggy.
- She likes women a lot.

- Can I have a word with you?
- Just a moment.

Sonia! Stay!

- Quiet, doggy...
- Wait, please!

You're hired, of course.
So, what's your name?

Stan... Maria!

- Where did you work before?
- For Mr. and Mrs. Rochowicz.

Why did you leave?

Well... They split up.

But they were pleased with my work.
I'll show you my references.

Excuse me.

What a gem.
You've finally made up your minds.

She's not a looker, that one.

Congratulations. She'll probably
have her time off at night.

There's one problem.
I've lost my ID card.

So?

Well... I won't be able to register
my residence.

Good... What? You want to
register your residence here?

- Yes.
- In that case, goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- No!

Listen, we hired that woman
as a maid five years ago.

She registered her residence
and then quit her job.

But she didn't move out.

She still lives with us even though
we've moved three times since then.

Buy me a flat and I'll set you free!

I'll kill her one day.

Marysia, go to the kitchen
and unpack, please.

- All right, and where's the kitchen?
- Here. We eat breakfast at 7:00 a.m.

Kasia, I had a nightmare.
I dreamed I was a maid.

That won't be enough.
The two of them, me and the doggy...

Darn it! I think it's too yeasty.

You can let Sonia off the leash.
She and Aleks like to play together.

- I'm afraid she'll run away.
- She won't.

She's very obedient
when she's out with Mrs. Karpiel.

Why do they have such a big dog?
They must really love her.

It's the opposite. They can't stand her.
But she's their breadwinner.

- Really?
- Yes. Sonia is a three-time champion.

They get 5000 złotys
for her every puppy.

She has four or five at a time
so it adds up nicely.

A dog needs to run.

- I have to run with her?
- No.

Sit! Aleks, fetch!

Sit!

Get her out, quickly!
She'll catch a cold.

Whose dog is this?

Mrs. Karpiel will get mad!

Get a kayak! Quick!

Come here!

Careful, miss!
You'll scratch your little legs.

Wait a moment. Grab this.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Great.

- What a pretty dog.
- It's a bitch.

Yes, I can tell the difference.
Some say I'm an expert.

- Really?
- Heavy, isn't he? I mean... she.

Must be 60 kilos. Even more when wet.

- I have an offer for you, miss.
- Hands off.

Don't be so crude.

Back off or I'll punch you in the face!

You're so irritable! Don't you want
to be successful, travel, have fun?

Do you want me to call the militia?

Have you heard about Łobzówna,
the shot-putter? I made her.

A storm is coming.
I have to take the dog home.

Is it enough exercise for you?
It certainly is for me.

- Engr. Rawicz speaking.
- Can I speak to Mrs. Kasia?

- Sure. Miss Kasia!
- Yes?

Oh, it's for me?

- Hello?
- Kasia?

It's you.

Yes. Listen, I made dumplings.
But they are too hard.

Hard? Maybe you used plaster.

piaster? Let me check.

Hello? Is this a joke?

Kasia... My pork chops
are burning! Why is that?

- Did you add oil?
- What for? The meat was fat.

I can't talk now. I'm busy.

You think the phone is bugged?
Maybe you're right.

- Sure, it's possible.
- Bye.

Thank you.

What is this?

- What?
- This.

- A shirt.
- My best shirt.

Sorry. Let me...

Sonia!

Sonia!

Sonia!

Sonia! Don't let it happen again!

- What is this?
- Exactly!

Eat.

- I can't. I'll kick her out.
- Don't be stupid.

You won't find a cheaper maid.
We only pay her 500.

- She'll start stealing soon!
- Then I'll fire her myself.

- Eat.
- No, I can't.

She'll get upset and leave.

- Did you eat yours?
- No. I put it in the bookcase.

I'll throw it away when she goes out.

- I can't eat. Here, doggy.
- Stop it! You'll poison her.

- Lady, don't you know who I am?
- Who is it?

It's me. The little girl
who used to live with you.

- Wrong number.
- Mrs. Rochowicz, it's me, Stasia!

I know you very well.
I know you have an appendectomy scar.

I know that you use
baby cream every night.

Is that you, Robert?

- Who's Robert?
- My doctor, you moron.

Your doctor? All right.

What did you want, little girl?

- Bye.
- Hello.

- I've heard voices. Who's here?
- Nobody.

- There's somebody in here.
- It must be the neighbours.

But I know what I've heard!

Hello? Is it you, sir?

Yes, I complained about the lack
of hot water. A few months ago.

Can you come today?

Sure. I said I would, so I will,
all right?

- Great! No, wait. You can't come today.
- Why?

My mom may be watching my house.
Let's meet in the park.

It's nicer there. You know why.

- But what about your tap?
- What tap?

I'll take it with me.

So sweet.

I don't get it. You told me to
watch out for "taps."

Now you want to visit in broad daylight?

Is that a prank call?
Fix your taps yourself!

Hello!

Hello!

Marysia, get me a napkin, please.
In the bottom drawer.

Thank you.

- Marysia.
- Sir, I wanted to...

No excuses.

Who was it last night?

- In my room?
- Yes.

- My brother.
- Right.

Well, he won't be there tonight. I will.

But...

Marysia, open up! It's me, your master.

Come in!

There's no point looking for it.
We know what happened.

No need to call the militia.
We have no proof.

She must have taken it
out of the house. No doubt.

Let's just fire her.
We'll hire a new maid tomorrow.

Younger and cleaner.

Are you mad? It's a gold ring
with a precious stone.

- I'll strip-search her.
- Let me do it.

No way. She won't be stripping
in front of you. I'll do it.

Marysia!

Come with me, please.

Well?

Nothing. She's all right.

- Did you fire her?
- No.

But... what about the ring?

- Must be here somewhere. No big deal.
- No big deal?

- It was small and old.
- But it was antique!

Give me a break.

"Give me a break."

- Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! She's gone!
- You're right.

She must have run away!

- But I've found the ring.
- Death is too good for you!

We simply don't want
to leave Antoś alone.

He's so fragile.

Please be careful, Mrs. Maria.

Our last nanny was
a bit weak, physically speaking.

- But Antoś is quite able-bodied.
- Take the money and get lost.

Oh, he's able all right.
I advise you to wear rubber boots.

- Why?
- He tends to bite people's ankles.

Sweetie, what are you talking about...
It's nonsense.

Everything will be just fine.
We're going to the theatre.

And you, Marysia...

please...

make sure he's in bed by 9:00 p.m.

And read to him. Can you?

- What?
- Read.

- Sure. what should I read?
- Some fairy tales.

- Do your best and so on.
- I will.

Read him some Playboy.

Hey, you there! Come closer.

Move! Stop staring!

You've never seen a radio before?

Don't touch it!

It's an expensive electronic device.

Come here!

Go on, get up.

You're not on holiday.

- I'm going out at half after seven.
- Half past seven.

Whatever. I'm out.

- You're not going.
- Or what?

Your mom said
you should be in bed by nine.

And you'll read me some fairy tales?
Bullshit.

- What did you just say?
- Bullshit!

Listen, boy. That wasn't very nice.

You're gonna teach me manners?
I'm going to the movies!

Wait. I told you, your mom
wants you to go to bed.

If you touch me, I'll tell.
Mom will kick you out.

- Pick it up.
- Sure.

You...

That was lesson one on good manners.
Do you understand?

- I do.
- Okay.

- What time is it?
- 12:00 p.m.

You have to get back here
at 12:50 p.m.

Next to this board.
Now go.

- Hello!
- Hey!

Listen, if you looked after
my kid and I yours

we'd have some time off every other day.

I don't know if I'd manage.

It's easy. Antoś is a typical
product of our times.

If you bribe or threaten him,
he'll dance to your tune.

You'd have a date every other day!

- Not really.
- why?

What if I have a taste in Women?

I've learned about sexual deviations
at my course.

- But I never met anybody with one!
- I was just kidding.

- When you sit near me, I feel...
- What do you feel?

Stop it!

Well...

About that course. You should enrol!

Soon, I'll make enough money to
go to college.

I want to study art.

- History of art? Why?
- To climb up the social ladder!

- Hello, Marysia!
- Hello there.

May I have a word?

Why are you here?

- I'm working for the Górecki's.
- why?

My previous employer suspected
something. I think she figured it out.

- What?
- That I'm pretending.

But don't worry.
I get a thousand a month now!

- Really?
- Look what I got for you!

Café? May I speak with the guy
expecting a call?

Art gallery speaking.
We have a visitor. It's a woman.

Keep your distance!

You should admire paintings
from a distance.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!
I'm Bogdan Adamiec, an artist.

- I know.
- You know me?

- You've just introduced yourself.
- Right!

- You're coming back from the shops?
- I'm a housekeeper.

Marvellous! Have you been
interested in art for a long time?

Yes! I mean, no!
I was just passing by.

It's a pity the TV crew is not here.
Can you come back tomorrow?

I'll call them, and we'll reenact
this very moment all over again!

These kinds of things happen to me
every day and no one believes me!

It may be crowded tomorrow.
Can I have your autograph today?

You're very welcome!

The one from your paintings.

- How to prevent glaze from shining?
- Use a palette knife.

I mix oil paint with turpentine
to bring out the philosophical depth!

It removes the fourth wall!

The hands seem to reach out
to the viewer...

Wake up! Did you see anybody?

- A woman!
- What woman?

Dear God, they won't believe me again!

What do you want to be
when you grow up?

- A grifter!
- What?

A businessman!
My friend's dad is a currency dealer.

He's filthy rich.

He might be,
but he lacks in social capital.

I bet your friend
is ashamed of his parents!

- So strong, yet so dumb!
- Watch your mouth.

What planet are you from?
He gets straight A's.

- It means he studies hard.
- He pays for his homework!

It won't do him good.
Money can't buy an education.

Come on! He'll buy everything.
Stop nagging, I'm bored!

Bored?

Antek! I made a slingshot for you.

Don't aim it at people!

Okay. Here you are. Go!

Hello!

I had to wait for you in this heat!
Shame on you.

I'm sorry. I'll cool you down.

Don't splash me!

- See?
- Stop it!

Hello!

- Hello!
- Hello!

- Nice to see you. Care to join me?
- Thanks, I'll sit.

- A word?
- No!

- Don't be stubborn!
- Let me go!

- You're not cooking today?
- Where did you get that wig?

I bought it.

- Who gave you money?
- I had my own!

Tell Mrs. Górecka I'll come to
the party. Rawicz invited me.

- Who's Rawicz?
- My boss.

- No way!
- Don't be silly.

I'll relay the message.
Say hello to him.

- Bye.
- Bye, madam.

- What's this all about?
- You won't get it! I'm jealous.

- So it's true! How do you do it?
- Do what?

- You know... Girl on girl.
- Stop it, you're mad!

Excuse me, madam.

Excuse me...

But Mr. Rawicz...

You're a naughty one, Mr. Rawicz.

- Excuse me!
- Don't mention it.

- Isn't it too hot?
- Not hot enough!

- I'll bring your coat.
- Don't bother.

- How about tea or coffee?
- No!

We don't want orange,
tomato, or grape juice either!

How about lemon?

- Can I have a word with you?
- Yes?

Do you have a spare room here?
Give me the key, will you?

- No way!
- I'll slip you a hundred.

- That's her worth?
- How much, then?

I don't want any money.
She's married!

I heard.

- She loves her husband.
- I heard about this crook!

He was charged unfairly.

He's a very noble man.

- Stop your advances!
- Stop bothering me.

- Leave her alone.
- You leave me alone! Alright?

Fine. But wait!

Wait a minute.

You don't have to clean.

You don't have to cook. I eat out.

You don't have to do the laundry.
Do you have a fiancé?

No.

All women say that. Then, it turns out
they do. Never mind!

You can invite him to your room,
of course. And only there!

What are my duties, then?

To keep your mouth shut.

Not a word about me to anyone!

And stay away from the bathroom.

- Where will I shave... I mean, wash?
- The kitchen sink.

And there's another one in the toilet.

Speaking of your duties.

This is the city map.

I've marked all grocery stores.

Every morning,
you'll go to five stores...

to buy five kilos of sugar
and a pack of yeast.

Only once in each store!

If you run out of stores in our
district, commute further. Understood?

Is that all?

- How much for the sugar?
- 525 złotys.

Here you are.

- There you go.
- Thank you, madam.

- It's heavy! Get some help.
- I'll manage.

- Want a hand?
- No, thank you. Goodbye!

- What's this?
- I bought two sacks to stock up.

What did I tell you?

No more than five kilos in one store!
Did I make myself clear?

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

You're...

You're hurting Polish national science!

I'm working on an important discovery.

I want to determine
sugar's sugar-content

depending on local radiation!

In one store, sugar's sugar-content

is only 80% after a year of shelf-life.

While in another, it's 90%!

Saccharin has 500%! Quiet!
Saccharin has 500%!

Thanks to my invention
we won't have to grow sugar beets.

We'll have so much sugar in sugar!

Five kilos of sugar, please.

I'll take five too. Make it six!

Put it here.

- Take it easy, lady.
- Sorry!

Do you want to sit down? Go ahead!
There's room for two.

Leave me alone!

Try to be polite,
and they'll drag you through the mud!

I gave my seat up to a lady once before.
And now, I'm paying alimony!

- Let go of my bag!
- What?

It's tangled with your briefcase!

- You want me to call the militia?
- Listen, you...

What?

Wait!

Madam!

Your bag!

Professor! Professor, sir!

Professor, sir!

What's happened? Is anybody at the door?

No one. But I'm through
with public transport.

- Something strange happens every time!
- OK, I'll think of something.

- I lied.
- What do you mean?

About the fiancé.

I don't have one, I have a girlfriend.

- Can she visit me?
- Sure.

But don't let her walk around!

She goes straight to your room.

- We'll lock the door.
- Fine.

What's all this sugar for?

Professor's experiments.

How's your job?

Mr. Rawicz had an accident.

- Really?
- Yes.

- What happened?
- He got hit.

- Accidents happen. Where is he now?
- In the hospital.

Now that it's done, I've got some
money for you. My month's salary.

- I'll save it for our flat.
- Good.

What have you done? You dumped
all the sugar into one bag?

But I took notes
which sugar came from which store.

These are from the delicatessen,
and these from the supermarket.

Did anybody find it suspicious?

Did anybody follow you?
Did you have a tail?

No. Why?

I have to keep
my experiments in utmost secrecy!

Nobody can find out!

But you wanted to gauge
sugar's sugar-content!

That's right. And radioactivity!
You wouldn't get it anyway!

I told you: buy five kilos of sugar
and get back home.

Home!

Do you understand?

So take it off my salary
and I'll throw this out.

No! I'll throw it out myself!

What's going on in there?

I'm coming! Just a minute!

What happened?

Nothing, sir. I've got a toothache.

Take a painkiller.

I have to go.
I'll be back in the evening.

Fine.

I forgot my... what is this?
What is this?

I won't tell anyone! I had no idea
it was an industrial-scale production.

You're dead right!
You won't be able to tell.

Stay here!

Marysia!

Marysia!

Come out here. Come out!

Come out!

Come out. I thought this through.

There's a solution! There's a solution!

- What solution?
- You'll be my wife.

- Me?
- Yes. Let's get married!

- You don't find me attractive?
- That's not the point.

Quiet! I'll treat you well.

- It's not possible.
- Why not? I'm proposing to you.

- Not possible.
- Why?

- I can't.
- What do you mean?

Why can't you do it?

That's why!

Brilliant cover! Well done.

So you're a militia officer.

Go on, lieutenant. Call for backup.

Tough luck.

- I'll take some carrots.
- I have nice tomatoes.

I'll come back tomorrow.

- Marysia! I have fresh lettuce!
- No, thank you.

Try my delicious cherries, madam!

- Want some?
- Maybe tomorrow.

We'll wait with lunch for my husband.

I don't mean to intrude,
but what does he do?

My husband?

He's a CEO by trade!

I'd like to officially thank you
for your cooperation.

I'm moving on to a new job

in a highly volatile sector.

I'll work in...
The Central Urban Development Institute.

Thank you, colleagues.

- What exactly is your job now?
- I build cities!

You build cities...

- How much will you make?
- More than in water pipe maintenance.

More than for restructuring waterworks?

- I was restructuring the cement plant.
- What's the difference?

There, it was easy to calculate
gains and losses.

I don't need to sign on anything here.

Maybe it's for the best.

Listen to me...

Just remember... what that guy told you.

What did he say?

That all that's left for you
is the local industry.

- Good!
- I'm not moving out of Warsaw.

- Where do think it is located?
- Well, locally.

Their HQ is
right next to our Institute.

- Here in Warsaw?
- Of course!

Don't worry! I'm just starting out.

I'll reorganise it soon.

Do you know how long it takes
to build a town? Three years!

Then you have to deal with defects
and complaints. It's four years easily!

Don't say anything in front of her.

- This peasant's too dumb to understand.
- You're right.

- What are those?
- Communal high-rises.

That's the lake, sir!

Well, in that case...

We'll move the lake here.
Let it have some better surroundings!

Wake up, sir! Someone came
to see you. Shall I let him in?

Yes.

Come in.

- Good day!
- Hello.

Excuse me, you forgot to sign
the invoices. We can't cash them.

Have a seat. Let the what's-his-name...
Let Kownacki sign them!

- It's in your name.
- Let me see!

You'll get paid.

For what?

For tweaking the urban planning protect.

Oh, this! Alright.

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine.

- Any problems?
- No.

- Everything's fine?
- Yes.

- Here you are.
- For you.

- Thank you. Goodbye!
- Thanks, my colleague. Bye.

I don't think...

I don't think you should write.

Focus on oral storytelling!
Remember what that guy said?

- What?
- You know.

I have to finish it. It's not difficult.
I'll read the introduction to you.

Challenges to urban development posed by

life itself, contributed
to the expansion

of the communal construction frontier!

One example of the urbanization
concept is the district of Michałów.

I can't find the right word here.

It quarrels, opposes, or is against...

- Clashes.
- Good! Clashes it is!

No! It clashes with a larger,
broader, expansive concept.

General concept?

It clashes with the general concept
outlined in February a year ago.

- Marysia?
- Yes?

- Did you give me prompts?
- Anything wrong?

That's not the point!
I'm amazed you know such words.

You bring home so many books.
I read while I cook.

Have you read this article?

It's nonsense.

A guy wants to tear down 19th-century
buildings to set up beer bars.

Shops, not beer bars!
We're replacing the relics.

We're tearing them down.
A brave new world is coming!

Why tear them down when
they're in good condition?

They'll outlive many new ones. The idea
of tearing them down is a relic itself!

It's just as valuable as 18th-century
architecture, where we can find...

many great examples
of the Secession style.

Marysia?

I know Polish Secession does not equal
that of Odessa or Vienna, but...

Marysia!

Sorry, I'm overcooking the soup.

No! Sit down.

I got 2800 złotys for
that article you helped me with.

Let's split in half.
You'll get 1800. Is that OK?

Sure! Thank you.

We could write more articles.

But you have to find a worthy topic!

There you are! Thanks a lot.
You made a mess.

Local industry, here I come!

What happened?

Marysia came up with
a new urban concept. what's it called?

Integrating historical landmarks
with the urban landscape.

- That's a very good concept.
- That's right!

It's very good,
you said it yourself!

It's too good! It caused a stir.

Have you read the papers?

They say it's a revolution
in urban development.

Who asked you for a revolution?

It's chaos! We have to host
architects and consultants now.

Congratulations keep coming in.
TV people want to interview me!

Great! You've never
been interviewed before.

Both of you don't get it!
For many years, nobody bothered me.

I used to know people with new ideas.
They're long gone!

I won't allow it.
Take it all back, personally!

- I can't. You're good at this.
- You're a great speaker!

I can only speak on general topics.
Like, international affairs!

But when it comes to details,
Marysia has to do it!

Be there during my interview!
You'll be my science prompter.

- A female science consultant?
- Yes, but a male one!

Let me explain.

You'll put my suit on.
I can't have a woman consultant!

You're a housekeeper!
They'll laugh at me.

Put it on! We'll cut your hair.

It's a piece of cake!

We did things like that when
I worked in entertainment.

- Get changed.
- But...

No "buts." Don't be hysterical!

How long can it take?

Something's wrong. Your hair?

That's how men wear it.
Artists, especially.

Walk around the room.

Put your hands in your pocket.
No! Sit down, Marysia.

Men don't sit that way.

Men walk this way.

And they sit this way.

That's it!

Perhaps it's the tie?

Don't interfere, damn it!

Put a tie on, Marysia!

Not this one!

Pick one already!

- This one?
- Yes.

Very well. See?

It doesn't fit. Bring the briefcase
from the kitchen closet!

I keep one of my old CEO suits there.

Indeed...

If that damned maid broke her leg,
it'll be the end of times!

- What's this?
- Why haven't you changed?

- What is this?
- It's a painting. What about it?

Where did you get it?

It's not a good time to talk
about paintings. Get changed!

Where did you get it?

I don't know. Where did we get it?

Remember when you were the CEO
of the Central Museum Management?

A client came in to see you.

How did it get here?

- What?
- This painting!

The wall was bare, so I decided
to find something in the storeroom.

How can I help?

- So nobody stole it?
- Stole what?

Nobody stole it!

I had it taken down.
It was scaring off our clients.

- Now what?
- Didn't you sign a receipt?

As a CEO? I had people for that!
why aren't you dressed?

Exactly, why?

What's that about?

Marysia!

Marysia! Marysia! Come out!

It's your master speaking.
Open up this instant!

Right.

- Very well!
- What?

- An excellent disguise!
- Goodbye.

The glasses are perfect. Come here!

- I have to go.
- Where?

- Home.
- What home?

- To my wife.
- Marysia has a wife?

- Of course!
- Any kids?

- Not yet. But I want to.
- Ilonia.

Now, I have to find a good name for you.

- I already have it.
- what is it?

- Stanisław Maria Rochowicz.
- Nice one!

Very good.

- Marysia!
- Marysia!

How do I get to Powiśle?

Straight through the thoroughfare.

- It's you! My poor darling, at last!
- What's going on here?

I moved our stuff to our new flat!

Did they tell you they dropped charges?

- They did.
- why didn't you tell me?

- Marysia! I beg of you.
- Don't call me Marysia!

- Listen.
- To what? Why didn't you tell me?

Didn't I tell you?

- No!
- Listen.

You said that when we're financially
stable, you can do your research.

We're going to have a baby.
I want you to work as a maid.

- A maid?
- You'll work mornings.

Are you mad? What are you saying?

You want me to humiliate myself
so you can buy more rags?

I've been making a fool of myself
for six months!

- Let's go to our flat.
- Leave me be!

Do you think I'll calm down there?
I won't!

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I already did!

- No!
- Yes!

You told me nothing!

I make a fool of myself
dressing up as a woman.

Nice! A pleasant breeze.

- I'm turning right.
- Why? Go straight.

- Why?
- Cause I want...

But, why?

- I want everyone to see us!
- Sit down!

- No! Go straight!
- Don't touch the steering wheel!

- Easy now!
- That's how you do it!

A new car. You'll ruin it!

- You're...
- Stop it!

- Come on, help me.
- Alright, fine.

There you go.

Push it in, like that!

- Now the top.
- Don't pull!

- Look at the time.
- And?

Nothing!

Nice drive!

- Nice guy.
- Must be a grifter!

Of course.

Hello!

Do you think you can drive over
people's feet? I'll show you!

Good morning, madam!