All language subtitles for Wojciech Has - Jak być kochaną (1963) [Cannes 1963]

l'm a sister of the lonely
and a wife of the widowed.

lf one day l write a memoir, l'll title it

''from Ophelia to felicia
or how to be loved''.

''Lord''. This is how l referred
to king 20 years ago.

''Lord, we know what we are
but know not what we may be!''.

We don't know who we will be in a year time,

we forget who we were before.

All those things were like evil,
crazy and vain play,

in which l performed a role
of a comic tragic actress,

and now l'm hidden
behind the scenery.

Love and family are matters
easily replaceable.

We only should not think
over the meaning of our life.

lt's better to pretend it's logical.
lt's better to have a phonogenic voice.

lt's necessary.

... you haven't seen her for years
and now she's inviting you to Paris,

i't's a reason to be happy.

But who will do the laundry for you?

Your drawers are in poor condition.

You've been waiting so long for this

meeting and now you're hi'di'ng
behind my drawers.

And your herbal tea?

Tomorrow l'll drive you
to the airport. that's it.

l know l'm being stupid
but try to understand me.

The world seems too big, frightening.
Different countries, people.

People? What can they do to you?

You must approach everyone
in a proper way and then i't's easy.

We have finished the episode...''

My mother even cried once.
She wants to write to her.

Mi'lli'on people already know
about my trip.

A glass of Madeira
in the Café de la Paix.

Lone/y strolls along Seine River.

Two weeks is too little
but it is better than nothing.

Pity, that it came so late.

l didn't realize that the end would look like that.

l had a feeling l was becoming
a part of the background.

Part of what was happening
behind my back.

Move towards this background,

look at your trodden place
from this perspective.

lt's very important.

HOW TO BE LOVED

Screenplay

Starring

Co-starring

Music

Director of Photography

Directed by

We wish you a nice flight.

l wasn't born to rise into the air.

A glass of cognac
would be good for me.

l don't mind gadgets
but no acquaintances.

l didn't take off in order
to have adventures in the air.

Healthy look, electric massage,

orange juice, porridge.

l'm sure he was a pilot
during the war.

He doesn't have a ring
but he's certainly married.

ln the morning. ''Good morning, dear''.
ln the evening. "Good night, dear''.

He's smiling to her again.

People born during the war and later
belong to some better species.

l don't eat ham.

What did you say about motorbikes?
That they are like horses?

Bikes in Poland are like
a new type of horse riding.

It belongs to our noble traditions.

After all
you should visit the countryside.

With pleasure.

Could you bring me
a glass of cognac.

Peasants on motor bikes
l'm in a plane to Paris.

A country, yes, maybe, l don't know.

Everything that happens to us
at the beginning we call life.

Only after some time,
it turns out it's a country.

l didn't choose anybody. Even him.

They told me.
''You'll drive him to a safe place.

He's wanted''.

Do you believe that l can be saved?

Nothing will happen to you.

lt's not far from here.
You will be safe there.

Perfect beginning for a screenplay.

In life such moments
are more di'ffi'cult to go through.

Are you feeling bad?

No, l'm all right.

What a rich vocabulary, o la la.

He didn't recognize my handbag so
he didn't spend much time in Poland.

Why is he doing this? Isn't it
enough that we are already flying?

finally.

Thank you.

No improvements backwards.
l couldn't anticipate

what would happen
but at least l paid all my debts.

this gentleman
wouldn't understand much out of it.

You had to go through it, my dear.
Just imagine

frail Ophelia considered
during rehearsals to be fasci'nati'ng.

They said l had light inside of me.
Maybe l had.

But l also had bad luck.

''White his shroud as the snow...

Larded all with sweet flowers.

Which bewept to the grave didn't go,

With true love showers.

How do you, pretty lady?

Well. God dild you.

They say the owl
was baker's daughter.

Lord, we know what we are

But know not what we may be.

God be at your table.

Conceit upon her father.

Pray, let's have no words of this;

But when they ask you,
What it means, say you this.

''Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,

All in the morning bedtime,
And l a maid at your window,

To be your Valentine.

l hope, all will be well.

We must be patient;

But l cannot choose but weep
to think

that would lay him
in the cold ground.

My brother shall know of it,

and so
l thank you for your good counsel.

Come, my coach. Good night.

Good night. Good night.

l don't understand these words.
Especially about an owl.

Dear, during the 30th performance...

they will become clear to you.

30th? Have a look at it.

Turn off the lights!

Everybody downstairs!

In few days
this city will be full of Germans.

Finally we must take some decision.

The last time l took a decision
was when l played with my friends

thieves and policemen in a park.

Since then l haven't decided
about anything.

l played, people applauded.
l bowed.

l continued playing.

And how do you know, Peters,
Germans will be here in few days?

Statements are positive.

The president spoke on the radio.

If l were in your shoes,
I'd sit in a shelter.

So we aren't going to play anymore?

You that look pale and tremble,

That are but mute, audience to the act

Has l but time
as this fell sergeant,

Death, is strict in his arrest

l could tell you.

But let it be.

Is it your first important role?

You're unlucky then. But you'll wait
and have another chance.

In your age, you can wait.

What can l bring you?

We're closing soon.

- What's your plan for Christmas?
- Nothing special.

Just think, it has no sense.

There are other men. This one?
He's not good at all.

All men and all women
drive him to despair

if they are not seated in rows
applauding him.

What he needs is audience.
And he doesn't have it now.

You know?
He doesn't have it. Period.

I'm telling you.
Don't expect anything.

I'm not expecting anything.

It will be the last one?

In your age you should know,
that this word has a meaning

onIy in the last word
over somebody's grave.

When you're alive you say next one.

Good morning, Ophelia. In this role
l haven't seen you yet.

Me neither.

Three coffees
and a bottle of cognac.

Three coffees and cognac.
He's even nice.

- People talk.
- Maybe he simply is German.

Good day, Peters.

l can see you've decided?

Go away!

What's going on? Scandal!

- I'll finish him.
- Please, forget about it.

It's nothing, really.

Little misunderstanding.

As it happens between friends.

This swine
can't stop our discussion.

There's luck in leisure.

We'll talk again.

Let me pay, Hans.

- Three coffees and cognac.
- Yes.

Here you are.

You shouldn't be working here.

Sooner or later this club
will be in jeopardy.

Help!

So?

l know him, of course.
Everybody knows him.

But he hasn't shown here
since that time.

- Since what time?
- Since that... incident.

- He's handsome.
- Very handsome.

Could you read it. Here.

Aloud.

''Helping or giving shelter...''

Enough. And here?

''Is punishable by the death penalty''.

l want you to remember that
according to what is written here...

you are also concerned.

Quickly!

- Profession?
- I'm teacher and this is my wife.

- I'm asking him.
- I'm a student.

Today is our wedding anniversary.

All the best. Pay and leave.

- What time do you finish work?
-At 6pm. Where is he?

Listen, please.

At 6:30pm you'll stop in a hall,
as l told you.

When she comes, say'.
''God save the King''.

Stupid. But it was his idea.

''He needs help''.
This will be her answer.

Why did you choose me?
Did he want it?

You look good and you're a woman.

Sister Noela gives you the address.

- You, against the wall.
- But we were to leave together.

- Son?
- No.

So what is this fuss about?

l didn't know the price
l would have to pay.

l only knew it was a bad sign.

''God save the King''.

''He needs your help''.

Follow me, please.

Trust me. Everything will be ok.

Remember, 8 Kataryny Street,
2nd floor, right in the hall.

- Tell them l gave you the address.
- Right. Thank you.

Do you think it will work?

Beside me you are safe.

We'll be there in a minute.

This is the only chance
to be in a carriage with you.

But it's not Kataryny Street.

l know. They told me
to take you to a safe place.

- One more cognac?
- With pleasure.

- We are perfectIy on time.
- Really? l didn't expect it.

Yes, weather conditions
are exceptional.

You don't live in Poland, do you?

l live in USA. l came to Poland
for the first time after 25 years.

It's been long.

Yes, it has.
Poland changed incredibly.

- It's not the same county.
- You put it well.

I'll put mysterious smile.
l know how to be delicate.

l came to Warsaw
for a congress of bacteriologist.

I'm interested mainly in vaccines.

And now you're coming back to...
USA?

Now I'm flying to Geneva.
l have few presentations to make.

Pity I have nothing
to say about vaccines.

l can imagine him talking
to one hundred similar guys

with his voice disinfected
and deprived from any doubts.

In Poland there are outstanding
specialists in a field of vaccines.

- l was surprised.
- Really? That's interesting.

After my lecture
we had a very good discussion

in the Academy of Science.

Perfect knowledge of the newest
facts concerning serology.

Somehow... l didn't notice.

l have an impression...

that Poles underestimate
the new chances which they have.

Do you agree?

Maybe you're right but...

l understand.
It seems to me that the partitions

and of course, the war
cast a shadow over polish mentality.

Yes. l was in Poland during the war.

Yes... l was a pilot in RAF.

It's hard for me to imagine
your ordeal and torment.

- You know, it belongs to the past.
- Your approach is different.

l respect women, who spent that time
in their place.

''In their place''. Beautifully said.

Then everything
was much easier than today.

Easier. l said like one of these

hussy intellectuals to a foreigner
in Bristol Hotel. Easier!

At night l reached the worst,
during the day l used to run

to fortune tellers to see
if he was going to get mad or die.

Somebody grassed on them.
l though you knew.

- A tea please.
- Double?

But he was taken abroad.
In the very last moment.

Disguised as a priest.

- Coffee for you.
- l ordered tea.

I'm sorry.

It's simply incredible.

- Is it sure?
- More than sure.

- Coffee for you?
- Yes, please.

- l heard from eyewitnesses.
- He died in a very stupid way.

By accident some Germans
stopped near the house,

where he was hiding.

When he saw them
he jumped out of the window.

-And?
- It's not enough for you?

He was buried
under the execution tower.

- Excuse me. I'll be right back.
- It's not a problem.

- Why you are always so busy?
- Pardon?

You've never invited me to your
place. It could have been nice.

l don't know. l live with army family.
They don't like when l invite men.

l could come disguised as a woman.

There's something in your life.
Something l don't know about.

- Right or wrong?
- Wrong. I'm simply tired.

Two coffees.

Pardon. How are you doing?

Listen. Maynel has turtles. Alive.

- Don't you know what to do with it?
- No. Table number three.

Bon, ma cherie.

She's always late
and has no charm doing so.

So is it something or someone?

Am l getting closer?

-Are you cray?
-Am l cray?

You're waiting. It's your way.

Our times have its way too.
Just think if it has any sense.

Even if he was back

If you could have him,
it would end up bad.

Bad for you.

l brought dinner!

And l have good news.
Come out, please.

You said you have good news.

What's the news?

The news is you're dead.
You jumped out of the window.

Some people know it from

a reliable source that you're buried
under the execution tower.

They buried you, huh?

Can you hear me?

l heard it in the cafeteria.
What else do you want?

The best conspirator
wouldn't make it up better.

Listen!

If I'm dead, if the whole city believes in it,

it means I'm finished.
Ty to understand me!

It's very simple.

If l died
if everybody accepted this fact,

then they consider it
to be the truth. It's logical.

And if this is the way things are...

l can't count on anything to happen.

They will never take me out of here.

Why would they?

If I'm not here? If l died?

Before they promised , didn't they?

Tell me. Did they or didn't they?

And then they said... you must wait.

And now?

Now they won't even talk to you.

Who would they talk about?

About a guy who is buried?

Do you realize
what this means to me?

l can't stand
living like that any longer.

Wait, wait, wait...

l constantly hear l must wait.

l really can't stand
living like that any longer.

Can't you understand that?

Understand me. l just cannot.

l hate...

this dreary place...

where no one knows l exist.

l have to go out!

At least for a while. To see people!

They'd recognize you straight away!

You're lying.

Nobody will recognize me now.

I'm rotting here alive.

Look! Look at me.

Look carefully.

You wanted to have me beside you,
yes? You wanted, didn't you?

So you have me now!

Are you happy?

Is it my fault that you were drunk
and slapped Peters in the bar?

Is it my fault
he was a volksdeutch and was shot?

Is it my fault l agreed to help you?

How do you think, who spread
this rumor about your death?

You?

They did it. They told me about it.
l talked to them.

- We talked for 45 minutes.
-About me.

Mainly. Unfortunately we didn't have
more interesting subjects.

What did they say?

That you should be calm.
They remember about you.

They even wanted
to give me money.

-What else did they say?
-That the war will be over in spring.

There were horrible bombings
in Germany.

What were you doing today?

Me?

l was standing by the window...
and looking at people.

There's a bar at the corner.

People are coming in... and out...

Then l lay in bed.

lt was cold...
fire died in the stove.

l covered myself with a blanket
and l fell asleep.

l dreamed that...

that l was standing by the window...
and was looking at people...

entering the bar...

and that soon l would lie in bed.

And that l would get cold

because of the fire dying in stove,

that I'd cover myself with a blanket.

Mr Zenek!

Hurry up!

- What's going on?
- Don't come closer.

Are you feeling bad?

Try to breathe deepIy.

It helps.

Could you ask a stewardess
for a glass of cognac for me?

A glass o cognac for the lady, please.

- Are you feeling better?
- Much better. I'm sorry...

There's no problem.

l experienced many storms
over the English Channel...

With every tiny shake l feel a small
kangaroo jumping inside of me.

Until today l can't understand
how l managed to survive.

-You spent the whole war in the air?
-In the air?

You may say so. l volunteered.

l had my training in Ottawa.
Do you know Canada?

l don't. Is it a rocky county?

No. In the winter it...

Maple leaf... Ottawa in the winter...

What animals live there? Kangaroos?

Tell me
about your squadron now.

Where is your husband?

Husband?

l don't have a husband.

RealIy? So may we enter?

You wanted to say, pretty,
that your husband is not at home.

- Do you understand?!
- Yes.

- You see.
- Booze.

Look at him and how nervous he is.

He's in a very sentimental mood.

He's always waiting,
for such moments

when husbands are out.
Do you get it?

For you
and your absent husband.

Bottom up.

Pretty, don't resist.

I've got no time
for your pranks and moods.

You're even pleasant.

If you want, tomorrow night
I'll come to you again.

Obviously, l won't be that official.

Darling, show me your knees.

Dandy.

Faster, faster!

Or it'll be the last trick you played
in your fucking life.

Everything's in order.
Nobody's here.

Speciality of the house.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Go out! It's over.

Go out. The window is open.

there's such a saying,
that a man chooses a woman

so that his defeats have a face.

He didn't even choose me.

So he had the right
to take revenge on me. It's simple.

l was his only spectator
during those 5 years.

Dumb. l didn't understand anything.

He considered me to be
the source of his problems.

Today l understand,
that it was inevitable, but then?

Who was he to accuse? Fate?

l was his only fate.

First years after the war
he would have... other women.

l knew it already then.
But l knew he would be back.

l was sure
he would come back to me.

l gave him hundreds times more
than a woman can give to a man.

You aren't sleeping?

l can't sleep.

Do you think after the war is over,

we'll compensate for
this filth and poverty?

We'll open a theatre...

You'll play all your roles.

Can you hear me?

There must be a reward
and a punishment...

Otherwise the world will be over.

There are days when l go out
to the city, l walk slowly,

or l sit on a bench
and I'm happy I'm alive.

Mr Karol, we're closing.

Then l tell to myself, well...

After all, it's not great,
but it could have been much worse.

What time is it?

7pm. And you know,
it's difficult to say...

But very often
l feel l miss your presence.

l think about you.

I'm not joking. l think...

if we were together...
because l need you.

Of course.
If a man needs something,

it's for sure a woman in bed!

Only after you may think
about other details.

l need an ausweis.

You got a certification with a stamp
confirming you're working here.

l need a better one.
The one l can hang on my door.

Everything has its advantages
and disadvantages. Ausweis too.

You can always get hired
in the german theatre.

They are looking for actresses
for some musical.

They would give you perfect papers.

But remember about the risk
it brings.

Did you lose your mind? It's absurd.

Being absurd sometimes pays.
Everything depends on circumstances.

Matches, please.

l decided to do it.
And l consider this fact

to be an honor for me.
l was trying to save his life...

Then l was tried.

l did it for him,
for him to stay alive.

- Would you like anything else?
- No, thank you.

What is he dreaming about?
A battle?

A wonderful man
who always knows how to! behave.

Reasons, effects

deci'si'ons, results.

A classy guy, who has never lain
covered with mattresses.

Curious, how he would behave.

Do you know a story
about Winnie-the-Pooh?

First, l don't feel well.

Second
l don't read books for children.

- When l was a little girl...
- l knew it...

from the very beginning.

I'm not sure but l think so.

If today l became
a wife of this gentleman,

l would have to despise him a bit
for knowing much less than l do.

for saying sometimes,
this is humane

and some other times
this is below an acceptable level.

l would prefer him to wake up

and tell me something
with his beautiful, calm voice.

Where is Zakopane Street?

Run away, they are here!

Good morning, sister!
On this festive day.

Let me help you.

Sasha, pull the gun.
Maybe you will be rewarded.

l brought you cigarettes.

Maybe l could get more tomorrow.

Victor.

Fasten your seatbelts, please.

We're about to land.
Next flight is in 35 minutes.

- The trip was a bit unpleasant.
- It'll be my first landing.

Pilots say
that during the first flight

we tend to recall all our past.

l didn't know about that.

And what happened next.

Suddenly, he simply
he took me from behind.

- And what did you do?
- Nothing.

You were right, he's disgusting.

Old pervert.

Nothing. No satisfaction.

l thought I'd feel something.
And l don't feel anything.

l didn't mean to take a revenge,
but to have no impressions?

l was looking for you to say
good-bye. I'll keep good memories.

You're the last Polish
to whom l talked to

- before coming back to the West.
- Will you remember me?

- l like your voice.
- My voice?

Yes. You have a voice
which gives confidence in'life.

l wish you successes in conferences

and many new vaccines.

- Would that be right?
- l don't know. There younger

and more talented people. Maybe
l wasn't chosen to succeed.

I'm sure you will.

Maybe we could have some cognac
just to say good-bye?

With pleasure.
For your presentation.

You look like a man

who is perfectly prepared
to every situation. Am l right?

Not really.

Only here l understood
that l was defeated.

It's clear, l lost.

If we can't shout with triumph,
it means we lost.

- But who beat me?
- Do you have famiIy in Paris?

l thought
Your condition during the flight,

was caused
by some mental discomfort.

The very first flight, then...
It's a good reason.

I'm sorry,
l really can understand many things.

People,
who survived the war in the air

are maybe preserved better
but they know less about life.

Is it important anyway?

It's better to pretend
Everything is OK.

We should fill our life with duties

and keep going piously. Amen.

You must have a beautiful wife
a kid...

Last year l lost my son.
He committed a suicide.

- He did it because of a woman?
- Not only.

There were other reasons
which l didn't understand.

The whole flight l was tormented
by thoughts about him.

I'm thankful to you
l can talk about it.

I'd like to come to Poland
and stay there longer.

Maybe we will see each other again some day?

Maybe.

They say the owl
was baker's daughter.

- Pardon?
- What? Don't you understand?

Never mind. l don't get it either.

-Are you feeling bad?
- I'll be OK in a moment.

Let's go. I'll help you.

- Coffee will be good for you.
- Thank you.

You didn't have to play.

And now you can't say
you weren't aware then.

You were among the actors.

You worked in a bar
they often visited.

- Did you realize the consequences?
- Consequences? Of course.

l wouldn't consider
this particular case

to be political collaboration.
It was about verses and couplets.

- Sir...
- Obviously, l understand.

l agree with my colleagues.

When the best boys of our nation,

were dying in forests,
on the streets

and in Gestapo dungeons,
this lady...

- Telephone for you.
- Thank you. Will you excuse me?

What was she looking for? Fame?

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Does anybody else here
want to take the floor?

As we know, in Poland there were
no real collaborators

therefore each manifestation...

You don't defend yourself.

You onIy make it worse.

You made a very bad impression.

They will be very critical
towards you now.

It's a long-distance call.
We can't block the line.

Coming. Excuse me.

Please, come closer.

This Service Court has decided
to suspend you from performing

your profession of an actress
for the period of 5 years.

You'll receive the verdict
in writing.

You can appeal.

Good morning. Would you agree
for an interview for ''The Voice''?

- It's a mistake.
- Miss Felicia, only 3 sentences.

A short sociological essay titled'.
''From the King Stas to Ms Felicia''.

Your dinners
will also go down in history.

Where do you feel better?
In the air or on the ground?

l can't answer such questions.

- Everywhere things can happen.
- Great answer.

You'll be very successful.
Perseverance in your job is...

A half of a success.
The second half is being insolent.

Great answer.

Our readers would like to know
how did you become Ms Felicia?

A character from
radio dinners at the Konopek family.

Before that l used to be a witch
in a Theatre of Tales.

Then there was a radio contest.

Someone said that my voice
arouses confidence in people.

The broadcast became popular.

When l say to Mr Tomas'.
''Eat, my dear, eat,

this piece with a bone is for you''.

l feel grateful to the listeners
and l know

that again I'll receive many letters.

It turned out that the whole county
listens to our programme.

People say your voice heals.

l think people want to be sure
l will deprive myself,

so that he can eat.

Be sure I've never betrayed him..

and if l ever loved anybody else,
l disowned him quietly.

Great answer. Will you let me
quote this sentence in my interview?

Soup, meat, a bone.
Chunk of real life.

They'll be green with envy
in Express.

Some complaints and stories.
Hearth and home.

Usual, everyday matters.
People love listening to it.

Maybe they're right. Who knows?
Maybe it's the most important.

Would you like to say something
to the our readers?

Maybe regards.

Please, write
that l need them very much.

And that l couldn't live without
them. And give her my best regards.

Thanks, also on behalf of our
readers. Let me introduce myself.

Zenon.

Thank you. l am very sorry.

Do you like jazz?

Everything depends on ambience.

I'm completeIy cray about jazz.

Good morning. Have you been
living here for all this time?

Why did you come?

l came by a taxi.
It's waiting downstairs.

You popped in
as you were passing by.

l came to talk to you.

These 5 years you condemned me for
haven't finished yet.

l condemned you?
l wanted to help you then.

But you were stubborn.
But that's not what l came for.

So what do you want?

Dear...
We've known each other for so long.

l have my own opinion about you,
regardless what other people think.

- Then you had different opinion.
- l thought you were innocent.

But l couldn't do anything
because of the atmosphere...

Me neither. But l was accused.

You should have known then
that if l did it

l must have had reasons.
You knew me.

But for a wimp like you there is
no place in a Service Court.

- Why didn't you tell me about him?
- l couldn't!

If l knew, you hid him,
l wouldn't let them touch you.

- They would find you innocent.
- l couldn't. He didn't know anything.

l told him
l was working for the Red Cross.

-After you could tell him.
- No! He was with this bitch!

Was l to call and say'.
''Do you remember l saved your life?

I'm in trouble, so maybe
you could confirm in writing,

that l did it for you?''. Idiot!

What if she answered the phone?

He's not with this woman any more.

He's with another one.

Since when hasn't he lived with her?

For quite a long time.

He's exhausted.

He doesn't play. He drinks.

A lot?

l saw all his recent roles.
Very bad. He's no actor.

It's overdone. He's empty.
He's here with me.

l think he needs your help.

What should l tell him?

Nothing. l don't want to
hear about him. Go away!

- Wouldn't you like to move out?
- Where to?

To Warsaw, for example. You always
liked beginning anew.

It's enough to listen to your voice.
It arouses confidence in people.

What does my voice
have in common with going to Warsaw?

That's why I'm here.

In Warsaw radio
they're preparing a new broadcast.

Just imagine.

Not a very young couple once a week
will be talking over dinner.

What about? Everything. Life.

I'll be the husband.

Just think it over.

Once a week, in the old age
we would sit by the table

like a married couple.
No other responsibilities.

My dear. l really think,
we should get rid of this girl.

A woman
who doesn't respect herself...

What do you mean ''a woman,
who doesn't respect herself'?

- I'm not puritan but...
- l can hear the papers rustling.

OK. We'll start after:
''l don't respect''.

Attention!

My dear. l really think,
we should get rid of this girl.

A woman
who doesn't respec't herself...

What do you mean ''a woman,
who doesn't respect herseIf'?

I'm not puritan,
but a child born out of wedlock

will always be illegitimate.

Admit, this doesn't happen
to every woman.

What do you know?

- Maybe she loved him?
- Whom?

This illegitimate husband of her.
Not all men are like you.

She was to say. ''If you think so,
tomorrow I'll talk to her''.

She trusted him the same way
l trusted you then.

- What is she talking about?
- Should l stop it?

- No, let it go.
- Just think about those times...

Please. Do as you feel.

We are all the same.
Who respect himself,

when he is deeply in love?
Eat, my dear, eat.

This piece with a bone is for you.

The end.

Stop.

- Shall we listen to it?
- Yes. Just the ending.

They will kick up a row again.

l didn't know how to get out of it.

Please.

You changed the words again.
The authors will be upset.

- They shouldn't write this rubbish.
- But...

What do you know?

- Maybe she loved him?
- Whom?

This illegitimate husband of her.
Not all men are like you.

She trusted him the same way
l trusted you then.

Just think about the times...

Did you find an apartment?
How long can one live in a hotel?

You're doing very well in Warsaw.

You're not planning to come back?

l don't think so.

l have someone who could help you.

- I'll manage on my own. Thanks.
- You've always been that stubborn.

In the first run I'd bet on Hasan.

- Thank you.
- You'll bet everything

on one horse again.
Where will you take money from?

Letters for you. And an invitation
from your daughter from Paris.

- l don't have a daughter.
- You never know.

Thank you.

I'd accept this invitation.

You're exhausted.

We've just registered the 27th
dinner. And this unbearable heat.

''When l listen to you
l feel like your daughter.

Come to us to Paris.
My children speak Polish.

Jean will be happy''.

Some cray.

You know

Just after we arrive, I'll drop
a bouquet off lowers to the Seine.

What for?

Can you see the ruins up on the hill?

Your enemy is hiding there
like a rat.

You have to grab his neck

And shoot him down
from these clouds.

So they rushed into fierce battle.

They went to avenge and to kill.

And they went stubborn as ever.

To fight and gain their honor back.

Reed poppies on Monte Cassino.

Instead of dew drank Polish blood.

Polish soldiers
Marched and died on these poppies,

Stronger was their wrath
from the death.

The years and centuries will pass,

the memories of old days
will remain.

And all the poppies on Monte Cassino

Will grow redder,
On Polish soldiers blood.

Wake up. Tell your story again.
Tell us how you shot that guy.

- This old legend again.
- Don't interrupt.

- l like listening to this story.
- Come on, tell us!

You, sleeping beauty, tell your story
when a lady is asking.

He was a character actor

l was a lyric hero.

He was mainly killing,
l was mainly dying.

- He was mainly dying!
- Don't interrupt. Listen.

One day we changed.

He had to die, l had to kill him.

It rained a lot then
and people, who gave me a gun,

told me to shoot
straight into his heart.

l shot when he was opening the door.

He fell... l said

''l'm sorry, Peters''.

And l closed the door.

- l closed the door behind me.
- Where did you shoot him?

Here.

Was this the award for you?

What was after?

You were so handsome.

So where did you aim? Here?

- No. Here.
- OK. But what happened after?

- Then they sent me to the east.
- But you said before it was west.

It was raining, you were in
a plane to England with a courier,

- a woman, who came to pick you up.
- You're cheating.

But l can buy this poster from you.

Come on, I'll take you to the hotel.

- It's good you are here.
- I'll buy this poster.

l know a guy,
who collects such things.

- Go away!
- Take it easy, why getting upset?

Nobody will buy it from you.

All heroes are dead and buried now.
Be realistic.

Let's go.

Can you come back to me?

- Like in the good old days?
- Yes, like in the good old days.

I'm paying for it now.

- It wasn't worth it?
- What are you talking about?

It wasn't worth it to hide me.

l should have let them shoot me.

Who are telling it to?
To me? You have no right to do it.

Until today every night l wake up
screaming, afraid they come for you!

Everything is the way you wanted.
Am l bothering you?

You know

We're both
unknown soldiers of this war.

It's a good one, isn't it?

Stop drinking.

You must stop it.
I'll take care of you.

Maybe after a month it will turn out
that l don't care about you,

but we must try.

We'll be together.
You'll play all your roles.

It's not true
that the war destroyed you.

Don't you think it's too late?

Idiot! Too late for what?
You won't have to sleep with me!

I'll put you in some resort,
you'll disappear for 3 months.

I'll organize everything. But vodka.

l haven't drunk for a year.

Nothing.

Look at it.

Look carefully.

Read. They write about you and me.

They write how Gestapo
spared army life.

l was a spy and you were a whore!

They don't believe l could
save army life in a different way!

You should have known
that even for that

it wasn't worth it!

If I didn't let you take me to this carriage,

- today I'd be a hero!
- Tear it! Throw it away.

Maybe some water?

Let's get out of here, please.

You know what they say about Peters?
That he was shot by the Germans.

He was shot when they found out
he was spying for France.

Funny.

l always thought you shouldn't have
slapped him in the face then.

lt's so hot in here.

Don't switch on the light...
the moths will fly in.

l knew it would be like that.
ExactIy the same.

Lie down. You're tired.

l'll be back in a minute.

Sawdust...

They poured out of my sofa,
l used to cook dinners for them.

Both were made of plastic.

You know?

You know what?

They had flat, painted eyes.

l fed them with a spoon,
clothe them.

l used to tell them rubbish.

l sewed coats for them
from an old bedspread.

They loved me. After that
nobody loved me that much.

lf not them...

I'd die of fear.

It's the end of our trip.

Have a look outside.

In this world our blood
is the only space.

Reed birds In different disguise constant/y...

but with great pains, are circling
around the heart of their master.

They can't fLy away, for they die.

We shelter empty plains
of glacial cruelty.

Where we die of thirst
by insincere streams.

We're landing.

Text: Magdalena Olech-Barrau
Subtitles: Piotr Zielinski