Original subtitles

Film Unit DOM presents

It happened in 1968... I was in a high school,

had many friends, our life was like paradise, until one day in March...

Isn't it beautifuI here, Tom?

Is there any other country like this one?

- There is not. - Nowhere in the whole world...

These woods, the fields... can you feeI the wind?

You know, when back in 1956 I got off on this very platform,

I knew right away it was my land.

Look at all the constructions... see the new chimney?

- That's out new distillery. - Our new distillery.

- I took pictures at the opening. - You know, I even love that chimney...

it's also a piece of Poland.

Poland is such a sweet word. Doesn't it affect you?

Not that much professor,

but when they play the anthem before the game, I feeI kind of tight here.

Ah... anyway... have you taken a generaI view of the station?

- Yes, sir. - Take a picture of our group, will you.

Leave me alone, is it my fault?

What do you think you're doing with my guitar!

Keep away from my daughter,

don't you try to impress her, evildoers.

- What do you want? - I'm... to the toilet,

- but I don't have to, I can wait now. - Come on, come on.

Go to the ladies'.

Militia... help!

Get in!

Just look at the hair they have...

We don't need such ones here.

Best regards to your father.

Marcys, it's good, isn't it?

- Where is yout coat, Marcys? - But madam...

You'll get a cold Marcys, you'll get a cold.

Ok.

Smile Marcys, do!

Ola what's wrong with you, smile, Ola!

- It's cold here. - Attention!

The friendship train is pulling in on the track on platform one.

Attention!

Let's welcome the friendship train... let's wave.

Introducing:

In Radoslaw Piwowarski's

Let's go!

MARCH CARESSES

Starring:

Editing Sound

Music

Executive producer

Director of photography

Written and directed by

- Come on, Tom! - Coming!

Tom is here, headmistress.

Very well, they're really good.

And where is the text?

I expect an inspection from the province on Monday,

they may want to read...

What am I supposed to write, madam?

What do you mean?

Well, there was no train, we didn't have visitors...

The train sent smoke, whistled and went on...

- That's a lie, you snot. - But madam...

What's that blab?

Whistle, smoke and gone...

Then the press is telling lies. Give me this paper.

Give it to me.

Read now.

Read now.

Later the passengers of the Friendship Train

proceeded for sightseeing in town.

Cordially greeted by Party authorities

and crowds of the locals

they visited the historicaI market place

and new housing settlements under construction.

They got familiar with the history of the town,

and listened with interst to reports on new sociaI initiatives.

The woman must be nuts, well no, that's...

- Tom! - No, I'm sorry, professor, but no.

- Tom! - It's no, and I mean it!

Here is a crib and you write it,

but I would rather have you wirte it from your own imagination and heart.

- Oh no. - Tom!

Never has such rot been written in our paper,

and you were the one who taught me that.

I know what she wants.

The point is much more. You speak of lies, truth, good, eviI,

the train stopped, or did not stop... But it's not the facts that are needed.

You must rise above them, Tom

and see the heart of the matter...

The people on that train they were our friends,

there is no dobut about it, is there.

You saw yourself, they decorated the train

were all at the windows, waved...

Do you think they were happy?

You think they didn't want to see our town and our achievements?

There are many things we can be proud of.

We will return the visit of course, taking the Friendship Train

to Czech Budejovice,

and they will show us their achievements.

And this is what matters -

what matters is friendship, brotherhood and mutuaI trust.

I've got you!

One bad mark for smoking.

Another for your absence in the classroom. TotaI: two. Yes,

friendship is the point.

I'm sorry. I'm here again, something has to be done about him,

maybe he should be guarded better or I don't know what,

just see for yourself. He ate all my husband's meatballs, his lunch!

- Must have been the cat. - The cat? With a spoon?

This cannot go on, Tom,

something has to be done about that, I swear to God.

You keep quiet, I'll make some pancakes for you.

You can stuff your ass with your pancakes.

Can you hear me,

I'm not sweating to have an old beggar eat my lunch

and occupy half of the house.

Tom, wait a moment.

Tom, something has to be done...

I don't know, maybe you should find an old people's home for him.

Listen, Tom...

you take that picture and sell it, he'll be able to eat his fill.

It's not for sale, this is a souvenir.

My grandfather was decorated there with the Virtuti Militari Cross.

- How many meatballs are missing? - Three.

Three.

If my granddad had three meatballs he would die,

he just has a half of his stomach left and half of his bowels.

Here, that's what the doctor allows.

Grandfather, you're going one step too far.

- Afternoon, sir. - Hello.

Sorry, sorry.

Have I met him somewhere?

He works in your factory. He's my subtenant,

keeps nagging me all the time.

Marcys, Marcys!

What is it? It's two to eight now.

- I can't. - Damn...

and I prepared such a decent diagram for today...

What's the matter boys, ain't you going to schooI?

Idiots.

How are you, madam.

Well.

...another exchange of addresses, another handshake,

opening the windows, and tears glow in the eyes of Leznicka,

the deeply moved foreman of the Budejovice brewery.

Well?

Splendid, wonderfuI!

The locomotive is whistling

but friends keep dancing the Czech Polka, on the plarform.

See you again, a year from now in Budejovice, Czechoslovakia.

You're almost Mrozek, old man!

What have you done, you stupid?

I got it!

Why have you junked it?

Olszyna must read it, how could you... it's great.

I know, I'll dry it and we'll display it out in the schooI newspaper.

Everybody must read it, it's a hit.

You're like HrabaI.

Marcys, why do you always close your eyes when you're dancing?

What do you expect me to do? Look all evening at others cuddling?

You have a job at least, changing records. Let's get under the table.

What is it, it's never been so smeared before.

It's the shoes, they carry you as you walk.

- Sliwa's last modeI is sensationaI. - How much?

Four hundred.

Good lord, that's my grandfather's monthly pension.

Excuse me.

Do you have the same ones too?

They were too small but I soaked them in warm water

and they fit perfectly now.

- Bye, boys. I'm off. - Marcys, what about that salad?

- Drop in the toilet. - To the toilet, ok!

- Just a moment, Andjulino! - What is it?

- Not bad. Who made it? - Bronka.

Oh, beat it.

- Who are you, anyway? - What do you mean? Aska.

Well?

Well, what's the matter, boys?

- Oh no! - It's Ola.

Get up and out,

this is my father's den, you're not allowed in.

See? Oh, God!

- She's cold, boys! - What do you mean, cold?

- Just touch her. - Me? Why me?

She's not my girI, is she. Who brought her - did you?

I didn't.

Please, Andjulin, carry her out of here,

my father will be right back, take her, please.

She's alive,

boys, she's just drunk stiff.

We've agreed a hundred times that nobody would ever bring her.

Andjulin...

that's blood. Your shirt is bloody.

Jesus!

- Gentlemen, I never was here. Bye. - Wait a moment, take her!

Oh no, I won't get involved no, I haven't been here.

- Oh my, I forgot the coat! - And the salad!

Grab her, quick!

Get up,

wake up, do you hear me?

What did they do to you my little daughter?

I'll catch you!

I was worried about you.

I'm sure you haven't attended a party like this one in your whole life.

Bye, comrades.

Wladek, don't go, this must be a trap...

Even if it's not the first, it's not the last either.

Don't worry about me, comrades,

my faithfuI paI, the Walter 33 will be with me.

Wladek, I won't desert you, I'm coming with you...

My orders are - stay!

You will defend the village untiI dark.

I'll divert the Nazis to the woods...

if I'm not back, give my love to my mother

and the comrades in the Basin. Don't forget me.

We never will.

Don't cry Bronka.

Stop crying, stupid. Maybe it won't be as bad.

Maybe we'll dance an "oberek" at the wedding.

Farewell.

Marcys, come, Marcys.

Wladek left...

It was the Polish Indian Summer...

they saw him for the last time

as he climbed the slopes od Kadzielnia...

He stopped when he reached the top and waved...

He left forever.

One.

I love you, Marcys. I love you.

Two.

But Madam, professor...

Four, five.

Six.

He only had a single magazine and fought till the last cartridge.

He will be always remembered.

We, students of the SchooI of Wladek of the Woods will not forget!

What's wrong, professor?

My children,

my dear children...

You're all so beautifuI and so is Poland...

Marcys dying for his country... my heart bursts.

But professor, you have written it yourself, haven't you.

Why did you say he was killed? He's alive, isn't he?

Haven't you read Returtov?

Marcys, Marcys!... wonderfuI, thank you. Exactly like that.

I saw that look, the glow in your eyes...

that's how I imagined him. Very good Marcys!

Congratulations, Miss, the shots were perfect!

Can you tell me why doesn't Marcys, I mean Wladek of the Woods,

kiss me properly? He kisses me like a daughter, not a bride.

Will you tell me?

We're at schooI here.

Got a camera?

- Is it a good one? - A "Moscow 6".

Look how pictures of the sea are taken...

and now the mountains... this is a gadget to put it into focus...

You won't show these pictures to anybody, will you.

I don't care but what do you need these pictures for?

I must have proof of how my father has beaten me up.

Oh, it's you, Tomek. Damn it, I can't catch Warsaw.

Anything interesting?

They're beating students in Warsaw.

- Why? - For "All souls" or something.

Who's beating them?

ORMO, the voluntary police.

They were yelling, protesting, the ORMO arrived and bang, bang!

Too bad we don't have students here.

Well, we have a seminarium.

It's not the same.

They're beating students in Warsaw.

- What's in the fridge? - Ain't you fucking!

Things are going on everywhere,

we know just bullshit and the only thing you're interested in is grub.

Where is it?

Leave it alone, you have no experience.

Radio Free Europa bringing its daily program...

We repeat our emissions several times a day

to make it easier for our listeners to catch...

Sit down.

Children, we leave everything in the classroom

and march to the square in close order.

Hurrah!

And you stay back, Marciniak, this is serious.

We go to help the Party!

Come along, they must be giving the banners.

Give it to me!

Why are you taking this?

- Good, look what I've got. - Zionists to Siam. Perfect.

I can't understand why to Siam of all places. Maybe you know?

Zionists are the bad Jews,

you weren't listening to he headmistress lecture.

That's why they want to send them out.

Marcys... who'll leave in our group? Have we got Zionists?

No, we have Mr. Haneman, our director,

but everybody knows he's a decent, honest man.

But this must be a mistake, it should read to Sinai or on Sinai.

Look at the corrector... revisionist.

Wait boys! Wait!

We state that the People's Authority

has created a lasting basis for the development of nationaI culture

and therefore we're watching with great anxiety and indignation

the brawls of student groups lead by notorious hoodlums

Michnik, Schleifier and others.

PoliticaI bancrupts! Hands off our Polish youngsters!

It is us who built schools and universities,

and we have the right to demand that they serve our aims.

More peasant and workers' children at our universities!

Students - study!

Students - study!

The crew of our factory,

proven and experienced in fights with...

a varienty of cotradictory elements

will give example of politicaI wisdom.

Sorry.

Ola - which is your choice?

- You developed the negative? - Are you crazy?

I have to see...

Don't dare to raise your dirty hands against People's Poland.

We demand that everybody guilty be shown public and punished.

What did she want?

Nothing.

For the Writers' Union with its Mrozek!

Writers - to your writing!

Writers to writing!

Almonds?

Vanilla.

As if you opened a parceI from America...

She always smells like that, even her blood smells of almonds.

...for lenience...

we send out warmest greetings to comrade Wieslaw.

Comrade Wieslaw, we are with you!

Long live the comrade!

Long live comrade Wieslaw! Long live!

Long live! Long live!

Long live!

Long live! Long live! Long live!

Long live!

I had to shake off my father...

What could be wirtten here, have any idea?

That's Hebrew. Nobody can read it anymore.

You know, in '44 the Nazis killed all the Jews by the river.

You mean there are no Jews left in this town?

None.

- Too bad. - Don't you have other worries?

I'm fat, aren't I?

Not at all.

- Doesn't look like me. - That's what you wanted.

I won't need these pictures anymore,

- do I owe you something? - You do.

What?

Tell me what fragrance it is.

This one...

is rum.

And this one?

That's almonds.

When I was a little boy

My father took me on the side and said

It's all about what you feel Always listen to your heart.

- Isn't it disgusting, ugh... - Hurry, will you.

Breathe deeper, deeper, like I do.

Air your lungs, air your lungs, smokers.

I did smoke, I did Andjulina...

it was back in thirty three and some villages were actually starving.

Mother made us smoke leaves, grass, everything.

You know why? To cheat your stomach.

But you are well fed, healthy and strong.

You are the future of the nation,

you have to be strong, beautifuI and magnificent...

like this forest!

- Hi. - Hi

What's cooking?

Here, read it.

"To a ZionistTune".

"Though the carnivaI is rather long over,

there are homes in this town

where entirely different traditions are observed". Just listen.

"Two weeks ago in a certain five room apartment,

a ball took place, celebrating the Zionist victories.

The participants gave it the innocent name of a "private party".

However it soon transformed into a regular orgy.

It will be enough - if we say that dancing guests

were crushing plums and pears (in February) on the floor,

and a specially trained monkey made dance music.

A monkey?

The privilliged youngsters entertain themselves this way every Saturday,

girls were gotten deceitfully drunk stiff with alcohoI.

Now let's spare ourselves the more detailed

descriptions of these "private parties"

and ask one basic question: who are the parents?

Who is after all responsible for these minor,

maybe not entirely spoilt young people? Maybe they are orphans? Oh, my God.

It isn't all yet.

But those parents do not have the time

to take care of their offspring,

because they are busy repairing socialism.

Without being asked by us, away from factories,

away from farmland, not in bright daylight,

but silently, clandestinely, digging like moles,

their ears at "Radio Free Europa"

Our young people like to sow their wild oats,

but they know when there is carnivaI in Poland.

Our young people won't dance to the music of Baumans,

Mrozeks and Jasienicas...

Polish young boys and girls will dance the Polish twist!

PS. Information received at the registration office

confirms that the five room apartment at Manifest street

has just a single inhabitant, Marian Siedlecki, former prosecutor.

Singned. Wolf". Dirty shit.

Not a word about how much trouble I have with Bronka,

who buys a new bra for every orgy...

No more private parties.

Marcys should be hidden somewhere.

Gentelmen, who is Wolf? Who?

Wolf is one of us.

Oh no, I can be a clown, Ok,

but I'm not a stooI pigeon, bye.

Nor am I,

I'll take it,

maybe it's the last time they write about me in the papers.

Bye.

Listen old man, I can't write a standard homework,

not to mention such a report... Bye.

Bye.

Following some scandalous behavior

of some our colleagues revealed by the press,

it is announced to all students

that any and all private parties are banned

untiI the end of the schooI year.

Prepare for the schooI anthem... attention!

All that is ours, We'll give to Poland...

What is that?

Back to the classroom! Now!

- That's a provocation! - Kozlowska must have done it.

- No, no! - She's clever,

she stuck her bottom in the air, so she can't be recognized.

Can't it be more sharp?

Yeah, I can recognize it, it's on the Friendship route.

Just look, colleagues at the trees' bark,

if you would be kind enough to lift it a bit, one could see...

There, there are streaks... on her bottom.

We have to inform the militia, they have better magnifiers.

But it really is the Friednship Route, Madam,

and that's what will help us recognize...

- Calm down. - If at least she wore the schooI emblem.

They all wear it on safety pins and after classes they take it off.

Precisely, it doesn't say it was our student.

I know nothing.

You don't want to help us...

while everything indicates that you are the author of the provocation...

and as we will have to call in the militia to find out...

untiI then you are forbidden to come to schooI.

What do you want?

It's about that schooI paper.

Come in.

And you stand over there!

Well, what do you know on the subject.

I did it.

I hanged the pictures.

Marcys, have you considered what you've just said?

Yes.

Tell me then, who is on the picture?

I can tell, but only you can hear, madam, nobody else.

Get out.

Get out!

I'm listening.

Wait, wait.

I don't think it will succeed.

- Do you know what I told them? - Fuck off, Marcys!

I wanted to save you. They can't do a thing to me,

I'm leaving with my father.

I'm leaving Poland forever!

Going to Siam?

Good.

That's where you belong.

Ok, look,

don't talk so much,

or we'll dismiss you like we dismissed that man Haneman.

Take your legs away, or I"ll burn you.

What happend?

Haven't you heard? That director of yours, Haneman.

This morning at five to eight

in he comes to the doorkeeper's and the man doesn't even move.

And we say stop, citizen, when is your pass?

And Haneman says:

I am director Haneman, have worked at this plant for twenty years

and for twenty years I never missed one workday.

I always come in this way.

"What a talker", said Marysiak, who works for transportation,

because there were two of us from each department.

"Talks much, but has no pass".

And Haneman says:

"I don't have time for stupid talk, because it's three to eight",

and rudely pushes forward.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment... "

And what, did he get in?

He sat on the waste basket and cried.

"Comrades, I am technicaI director

don't involve me into politicaI problems,

I have two granddaughters and we all are Poles".

God gracious, Heniek, what are you getting involved in,

- you must be dumb! - What do you mean, dumb?

You're dumb yourself, I was dumb before,

because I worked instead of thinking. What do we get from it?

You are dumb!

And those intellectuals they're just capable of bullshit!

Daddy sent him to the university, he's drinking coffee,

wearing glasses and governing, the high and mighty bald face!

Sending parcels to each other from abroad.

Appropriating washing machines from the factory,

while this factory belongs to us, and it will be our way!

Why is the yelling so loud?

I have eaten nothing of his food, not even a crumb.

Henry threw director Haneman out of the factory.

It stinks!

JEW

Marcys, are you a Jew?

Marcys, it wasn't me! Marcys!

We won't wait any longer.

I can see that this Marcys of yours will not come.

Let's wait,

- Marcys cannot be replaced. - Stop playing, Andjulina!

You're exaggeratig.

Now, when we left among our own, we will suceed.

Yeah, we have two more weeks ahead.

Maybe Sibiga - tall, good looking?

- Oh, no. - Stand up, Sibiga,

- you'll be Wladek of the Woods. - Me?

Yes, you.

No, get back.

Stop Andjulina.

- Marciniak! - Me?

You.

I?

Stop making a fooI out of yourself, Marciniak! You'll play and that's that.

Back to your seat, clown.

Andjulina, stop playing. I've asked you before.

But Marcys can't be replaced, can he?

You said it, professor, you did,

that he is an ideaI Wladek of the Woods.

He was, two weeks ago, and now he isn't any more, see?

Ain't you reading the newspapers, it isn't my invention!

Henry!

Henry!

You aren't going to schooI again,

they've expelled you.

When my pension finally arrives,

we'll buy some headcheese, that's a great idea!

You may kill me, buy don't touch the rat.

I've told you a hundred times, everybody wants to live.

I was just trying to scare him.

Look, somebody ate my sausage,

I dried it at the vent to take along when I go on vacation

and look what's left.

Damn him, I hope he chokes on it, at least we wouldn't be bothered.

- Henry! - What's the problem?

I'm warning you!

I've scattered the poison in the kitchen.

- Elsewhere as well. - Heniek!

Coming, coming.

We're going on vacation to the seaside, for free.

I got a prize.

To the seaside, Ela...

Why did you blow it, what for, stupid?

- When will you be back? - On the fifteenth.

- Is your granddad home? - I'll sign for him.

Ok, how are you doing?

- One hundred, two, four hundred... - Thanks.

Give my best to grandpa.

- Did he bring my pension? - No.

I heard the mailman.

He just told me they cancelled your pension,

it's because you are listening to Free Europe the whole time.

Then what will we eat?

Hi!

Hi!

I'm throwing a party. Will you come, Ola?

After what they've said about you in the paper?

But I'm inviting you.

My dad will shoot you.

Bronka - make the salads! Don't you worry about a thing.

I left you my sword in my last will - you asleep?

I'm asleep.

I'm hungry.

Tomorrow you'll have food galore.

When we were chasing Budyonny

we got at his kitchen in Tymosowka,

we didn't find a bit, just like now.

Are you sleeping?

Grandpa, it's twelve o'clock! Why haven't you waked me?

Grandpa,

they fit perfectly grandpa...

Well, now I'll let you have some chops!

Hi!

I couldn't make the sandwiches at home, you know why.

I took everything from the fridge, everything.

I'll need the bag in a moment.

Ola, we start at seven.

Grandpa,

your breakfast!

Hi.

You throwing a party tonight?

You're invited.

Thanks.

Take them, you may find them handy.

I won't run the records tonight, I invited Ola.

You may keep them forever.

- I'm leaving today. - Where for?

West of Siam. That's where I belong, don't I.

Take it as a souvenir.

Bye then.

Marcys!

If we're supposed not to see each other again,

do it one last time.

Thanks.

- Anything else I can help you with? - Not necessary.

- It's time... - What's wrong?

What do you mean? The light.

- No, it's too early. - It's ten, old man!

Lock it,

don't let anybody in,

I ran from my old man,

I'm never going anywhere. I'm staying with all of you.

This is where I belong.

What?

Say it, you say it.

Why are you asking?

I'd rather die than leave.

You know, I gave it a hundred thoughts

and every time the conclusion was we should go...

You know, America, we've got relatives there, see?

Father and I took the suitcases to the cab,

and when the old man went back to the apartment, I ran.

Tom, I could have not been here... isn't it wonderfuI?

- You know he won't go without you? - I know.

I must go in hiding for a few days,

or maybe they'll forget, what do you think?

They'll forget.

It's me.

Marcys came,

he was supposed to go to his aunt, but he ran from his father...

Go away!

Sorry, I won't leave you again.

Tom!

Tom,

you jerk, where are you?

Are you alone?

I have something to tell you,

may I come in?

Isn't it romantic...

look, it's twelve. Yeah, well listen,

Ola asked me to tell you that if she's not here by midnight,

she won't come at all. She asked me to give this to you.

- What is it? - Almond oiI,

she always put some here. It's for pastry.

She'll come,

she is crazy.

She will never come again.

If you want me to, I can tell you, I am the only person who knows,

do you want me to?

She ran away.

She did, she finally made it.

She ran away and will never come back.

Come on.

I can't.

Grandpa died, I can't leave him.

What did he die of?

Greed.

He ate a mound of chops.

But we can't blame him, he was of the old pensioneer's group.

Always walking around hungry.

Now, after a raise, he was getting four hundred twenty zlotys.

Do you know what MarshaI Pilsudski said of my grandfather?

No.

He said he was a true soldier.

He got Virtuti Militari, I cleanded it with toothpaste today.

But there are no fringe benefits for that.

Everything, all his life for Poland.

He lost half of his bowels,

everything...

"Everything we have we'll give to Poland,

she is our life, so get up and live! "

- Has somebody arrived? - I don't think so.

Where is Ola?

- I don't know. - She didn't come.

Get out, get out now!

Marcys, you fooI, does it hurt?

Don't cry, Marcys.

- Here is a flower from me. - And some apple champagne!

Take care, don't forget, bye!

Marcys, why have you never kissed me properly? Marcys...

Bronka, I think he'll stay, there is no place like here.

Listen, maybe you'll see Ola somewhere?

That would be something.

- Give her our love. - Give her a kiss from Anjulin.

The XI C gather...

Oh, here you are...

Take care.

Good luck, write to us!

Get on, Marcys!

Line up!

That's enough, son, get on, please.

Attention everybody... Wladek of the Woods is coming...

Welcome to our hero.

Attention, attention,

a special vehicle pulling in on platform one.

Get on, I'm telling you!

Tom!

Tom!

Marcys! Wait!

Tom!

Hurry, Tom!

Marcys, send us your address!

Ola Kos - address unknown

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