Original subtitles

[ship horn blows]

Pati.

Pati.

-We're here. -[moans faintly]

Mmm.

-[moans faintly] -I'm glad you got some rest.

[Pati] I'm still exhausted.

[moans faintly]

This should keep you afloat for a month.

Thank you.

I'll have a very successful construction career in Sweden and I'll be back.

Focus on the job or you might end up getting caught up with another blonde.

Might trick you into fixing her house.

A job's a job. If she needs a chimney sweep, I'd be happy to assist her.

-[chuckling] -Chimney weep my ass. Think you're funny?

[sniffing]

Mmm. Mm.

The ocean.

-Yup. -Home sweet home though, right?

[birds calling]

Mm-hm.

-I'll get you a cab, 'kay? -Nah, I'll just take the train back

'cause I don't want to wake Wiesia when I get there.

[chuckles] Well, give her a hug for me.

Just take care, okay?

You got it. You too.

Come here.

[Pati sighs]

[chuckles]

-Miss you already. -Me too.

[Pati chuckles]

Bye.

Bye.

[door shuts]

[contemplative music playing]

[Pati grunts]

[ethereal music playing]

PATI

[ethereal music stops]

[footsteps]

[lock clicks]

Oh, uh, hi. Um, sorry. Nice to meet you. I'm...

-Yeah, I know who you are. -Pati?

Pati! Hey, come in!

-Come here. -[Wiesea laughs]

-Hey. -Oh, hi, sunshine.

Franek, boil some water for tea. Come on. [sighing]

Come on.

Well, let me tell you, Wiesia,

I forgot how windy it gets by the seaside.

-I know. -It almost blew my ass off.

Jesus, this place changed. A new table.

[Wiesea] Yeah.

Oh, Mr. Rysio. How long has it been?

[sighs] It's been eight months now.

And you're holding up okay?

-Oh, you know, we're doing okay. -Mm.

You see, fortunately, it's only my legs that are failing me, not my head.

Franek's back, and he's been working online.

We're getting by, considering.

And do you think maybe, um... you'll move back then?

Yeah. You know, we were planning on it,

but now Krystian's gone over to work in Sweden.

Uh, his buddy up there said that he can easily hook him up

with this, uh, this job that pays really good.

Uh...

And you?

Well, I'm okay. We'll see who's hiring around here tomorrow.

Why not Zabrze?

Mm. Yeah.

I like the sea better. And over there, it's kinda... by that landfill.

Right.

Uh, the kids, how are they? How are the kids, Pati?

Tell me everything. How are Natan and Natalia?

[Pati] Mm.

They're great. [clears throat]

Well, you know, Canada's very different, right? [chuckles]

[sighs]

-I've made you a bed upstairs. -Oh, let me help you.

-No. Don't help me. -Careful.

Listen, Wiesia needs to put effort into it.

[chuckling] Oh, and all the stuff you left behind, I put it in a box for you.

See what you still want and throw the rest away.

Mm-hm, sounds good.

[contemplative music playing]

-[pop music playing over speaker] -[people chattering]

-What's up. -How's it going?

Your boss, is he around here?

You mean "she"? No, she's not.

Ah, sorry, I meant Marek, actually.

-Ah, Sobotko. -Mm-hm.

He's not the boss anymore. Are you ready?

Flounder with fries sounds good.

-Do you have chicken tenders? -[man] Yeah.

Hey, do you mind checking if maybe the new boss is in the back right now?

Because I'd like to ask her if she needs a cook.

I used to work here, so I'd be good at it.

I know. I went to school with Natalia.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I see it. I recognize the face.

Yeah, sorry, but we're not hiring right now.

Hey, what's she doing here?

Why the fuck are you here, huh?

[woman] You should probably go.

[Kuba] She deserves life. Why'd they let her out.

[man chuckles]

[mysterious music playing]

-[woman] You better go. -[man] Get the fuck out!

[Kuba] She deserves life.

Why'd they let her out? Bitch.

[car horn honks]

[car crash]

[Kuba] Baby killer.

[man, echoing] Get the fuck out of here!

[mysterious music fades]

[chuckling]

Take a look at that big guy. He's growing like crazy.

Hey, look at you. Your wife's stunning. You know that, right?

[chuckles] I'm a lucky guy.

[chuckles] I don't recognize her. Did she go to our school?

Uh, no. Stegna's where we met.

What the fuck were you doing way over there?

You decide to spend some time on the Polish seaside?

Couple years ago I went there to find work, you know, on a ferry.

Hmm.

This town, after the accident...

[sighs] it wasn't nice anymore.

Reporters everywhere and strange people hanging around... Hm.

How about you? Are you staying here?

Nah, I can't stay.

Yeah, I might move to Gdynia.

This place is a piece of shit.

-By the way, have you seen Majka? -No, why?

Well, after all this time away,

I thought maybe you'd be visiting the whole gang while you're back.

And I hear she's got herself set up in Gdynia.

Oh, sure.

-You never know, I might catch her there. -Yeah.

I've gotta get going, Jacek. It was so good to see you.

-Get over here, you, take care. -Mm.

[bell ringing]

[Pati] It was great to see you.

[Jacek] Good luck.

[clears her throat]

[chuckles]

FRENCH CUISINE

[knocking]

It's open.

[door opens]

Miss, I have a question.

Hey, don't call me "Miss", 'kay, Franek?

I'd like to keep it formal. Uh, are you planning on staying with us a long time?

[sighs faintly]

Things have changed.

So I think if I leave by tomorrow morning, that would be best.

Okay.

[contemplative music playing]

Good night, then.

[door shuts]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs deeply]

[Natalia] Pati, you're leaving us again.

[gasps]

[sighs]

[groans]

R.I.P. BARBARA JULITA CICHY, 45 DIED 28 AUGUST 2015

[contemplative music continues]

[lighter flicks]

[music fades]

[melodic contemplative music playing]

[woman speaking over loudspeaker]

-I'm looking for a single room today. -[melodic contemplative music fades]

-[man 1] It wasn't cheap. -[man 2] I know.

The smallest is a four-bed.

Hey, but don't worry, you'll only pay for one.

A four-person? And so, what, I'm supposed to trust complete strangers.

-Can I share with a family? -Let's check. Nope.

-We're vacant. -[upbeat music playing over speaker]

There's just a tugboat crew, but

don't worry, I'll put them in a male-only room.

Yeah, you better.

[lock clicking]

[ominous music playing]

[people shouting, door buzzing and other prison sounds]

-[echoing metallic gate shutting] -[ominous music stops]

[electrical whirring]

[soft rock music playing]

[woman] Coming up after the break,

how urban green spaces are playing a growing role

in mental health recovery and climate resilience,

offering not just a breath of fresh air,

but a lifeline for cities facing rising temperatures

and rising stress.

[man] Send them back. I told them I wanted top quality. Ridiculous.

Return them to the shipper.

Tell them I want a complete refund and don't take no for an answer.

Don't just stand there, let's go.

Come on, move.

[Krystian] Hello.

I'm looking for Edi. Polish guy.

-Wait here. -'Kay.

[distant power tool humming]

Kris? [chuckling]

-What are you doing here, buddy. -Ahh.

-Hey. I thought we could work together. -[man] Krystian, what's up, bro?

-Hey, Irek, you're working here, too? -Yeah, dude, it'll be two years soon.

-No shit. -I thought you were supposed to wait

before coming till I knew I had some work for you.

[Edi chuckles]

Yeah, but you've got a job for me, right?

[sucks air through teeth]

Can you weld aluminum?

I'm not great with aluminum.

[clicks teeth] Irek needs an assistant. It's a good gig.

What about finishing? You said there's a lot of work in finishing.

Maybe... Ah, we can have something in a few days. [sniffs]

-Okay. -That your ride?

-Yeah. -[chuckling] Vintage.

You got a place to sleep thought, right?

Yeah, but I didn't come here expecting to sleep much.

A day, maybe two.

-I could just crash here then. -No, not here.

But the good news is that in Sweden you can just camp anywhere you want, man.

Just not here.

[bell rings]

-Here's my number. -No, I need your ID, please.

Right.

Here's my photo ID.

As of today, what's your work status? Are you here to apply for unemployment?

Um, yeah, I mean, you know, in terms of my work right now...

yes, I'm unemployed but I'm looking for work.

Then please take a moment to fill out the proper paperwork,

or even better, you can use our simple electronic registration process.

[sighs] Uh, say again.

-The website's written right here. -Mm-hm.

Sign in using your personal profile, and if you don't have one,

then you can just use your online bank account number.

[Pati] Hm.

Uh-huh.

Okay, thanks.

[bell rings]

Uh...

[woman] ID, please.

[dreamy music playing]

EMPLOYMENT OFFERS

Okay, so, where have you worked recently?

This little bar that served fish. Well, it was a restaurant called Turbot.

I see, but it says here that it was in 2015, am I right?

And what did you do after that?

Oh, and there was that cooking course. I didn't finish, but I learned a ton.

No, thank you.

[telephone ringing]

Hey.

[Krystian] Hey.

How's it going over there? Did you find that guy Edi?

[crickets chirping]

Yeah, he was waiting for me, just like I thought he would be.

[Pati] Oh, nice. So did you start already?

[sniffs] Well, yeah.

Basically. I'll probably start tomorrow, I think.

How about you?

Good. I'll look around for some gig tomorrow, too.

Oh, that's great. In Puck?

Gdynia.

Gdynia? Why Gdynia?

Will you even have a place to stay when you get there?

Mm-hm.

Okay, then. Cool, that's great.

Build us a nest there, because I'll be back soon.

[chuckles]

Take your time, 'kay? Get some work done.

Yeah, don't worry, I will.

All right, have a good night. Take care out there.

I love you. Talk soon.

[distant animal calling]

Good evening.

Good evening.

You looking for someone?

No. Uh...

I wanted to stay here for the night. Is that a problem?

But you know the rules, when you want to spend the night at somebody's property?

[cell phone rings]

No. What rules?

-Should I pay? -Yeah.

What, are you serious?

No! No, I don't want to keep going in circles with you, okay?

I'm serious! I don't want you to ever call me again.

Do you understand me? Just let go.

CULINARY WORKSHOP

[gentle melodic music playing]

[music fades]

[gentle Asian pop song playing]

[door bell jingles]

Hello.

I saw the ad that you posted, and I... I'd like to apply.

Fried rice?

I don't want rice, I...

Uh... Your ad said that you're looking for a waitress.

To go? To go?

No, not to go, I want to work, uh, take the dishes.

-Take to go? -Forget it.

What place were you working at before this?

Uh...

At this... this restaurant called Turbot.

It was a restaurant that specializes in quality seafood.

So it was fine dining then?

Not exactly fine dining. Uh... A neighborhood spot,

like a, you know, um, more like a fish stand.

Uh... What is this?

Oh, that...

This is...

Uh... It's a scorpion tattoo.

And what does it mean?

It's actually a Kashubian symbol.

And it means a server who's so good, that she has customers

begging for her recipes even at a stinking fish stand.

[chuckles]

[both chuckle]

[gentle Asian pop song continues]

[Asian pop music song ends]

Hey.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

I brought us some coffee.

Oh, thank you.

-You're welcome. -Thank you very much.

Mm, so, uh...

you didn't tell me what the rules are here.

Ah, well, the rules here are

that you have to have a coffee with your host.

Ah. [chuckles]

Okay, that's nice rules.

[chuckles] I'm Alma.

Uh... I'm Krystian. Sorry.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too, yeah.

-So, Krystian, yeah. -Yeah.

So, you looking for work, or something like that?

Uh, the porch needs some painting, some maintenance.

Uh... This, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

And, uh, the paints and the tools, they're in the garage.

-Okay. -Okay?

-Yeah. -Come on, I'll show you.

-Okay. -[chuckles]

-[cell phone ringing] -Ah.

-Sorry, give me a sec. -Okay.

Hello?

Not yet, but I will when I get paid.

I told you, when I get a check. All right?

I gotta go, 'kay? I'll send it. Bye.

Sorry. Mm.

Okay.

-Do you sell ice cream? -[chuckles]

No, that's my son's.

Uh, he once wanted to have an ice cream van.

And what happened?

Well, he got it before his studies,

and now he's an architect in Stockholm.

And the van is stuck here with me.

But I have to sell it, because it's just doing nothing.

It's just standing here.

Okay. Nice.

[Alma] Mm.

-Come, I'll show you. -Yeah.

[contemplative music playing]

Thanks.

[alert on cell phone]

POST-PENITENTIARY ASSISTANCE PROGRAM

Hey.

'Sup?

-Nice scooter. -Thanks.

-I'm Pati, by the way. -Adam.

Looks like fun. Does it go fast?

Yeah, I got it up to 80 going downhill.

But I got scared when the frame started to shake.

[chuckles]

Well, I gotta go. Nice to meet ya.

[guitar music playing]

[people singing in Polish] ♪ A choir of angels sings you a new song ♪

♪ Glory to the Lamb ♪

♪ A choir of angels sings you a new song ♪

-♪ Glory to the Lamb ♪ -Sorry.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah... ♪

May God bless you.

♪ The power and the glory Hallelujah! ♪

-♪ Hallelujah! Hallelujah! ♪ -Excuse me. Coming through.

♪ The power and the glory! ♪

-[woman] What do you mean you're full? -[man 1] Let me double check.

[man 2] Sir, please, our whole group is staying here.

Excuse me, sir, what is this?

A pilgrimage. What's it look like?

I can see it's a pilgrimage, but you told me I'd be alone,

and the hallway's a full-blown church concert.

Well, we were empty, but that was yesterday. Today we're all booked, okay?

♪ Hallelujah ♪

[ethereal music playing]

[alert on cell phone]

MY CONSTRUCTION CAREER IS BLOOMING. I'll BE CEO SOON

WHEN DO WE MOVE INTO A VILLA WITH A POOL?

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

[ethereal music fades]

[exhales deeply]

[groans faintly]

[ethereal music playing]

-[cell phone ringing] -[ethereal music fades]

[Pati gasps and groans faintly]

-[Pati groans] -[ringing continues]

[ringing stops]

[Pati moans faintly]

[seagulls calling]

[long moan]

[moans faintly]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

[quiet dramatic music playing]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[gasps]

[gasping]

[exhales deeply]

Son of a bitch. [sighs]

Ms. Patrycja Cichy.

Yeah, that's me.

Why did you wait so long to come to us?

When I got out of prison, me and my boyfriend moved to Silesia,

but we decided to come back to our old stomping ground.

Hm.

Are and your boyfriend still together?

What is this, a shrink's couch or something?

We're not an estate agency, Ms. Patrycja, that's for sure.

I need to ask you about your personal and professional situation

to know how to assist you correctly.

Now to start, we're going to place you in a facility for...

for a six-month program to reintegrate.

[chuckling]

N thank you, I just came for an apartment, all right?

Please sit down a minute.

If you were a few more days later, Miss, you wouldn't quality

for the post-penitentiary program.

It's a good thing that you came.

-I'll register you right now. -[Pati chuckles faintly]

-Do you have a job? -Yes, ma'am.

And are you able to present a contract?

[chuckles] A contract?

I see you have a sense of humor. Good one. Funny.

[chuckles faintly]

I know the system is failing in helping people integrate back to normal life.

Mm, you're right about that.

I couldn't put it better myself.

Uh...

Mm. Well, we don't have any space for you.

But it looks like I do have a room in an apartment for two weeks.

That's only if you consider the facility after that.

So what then?

I have to sign some paper that says I'll let you lock me up in that shelter?

No, just think it over. Hm?

Sure, I'll think it over.

There is one more condition.

Uh...

That we meet here every Wednesday.

Fine, yeah.

[melodic guitar music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[music fades]

-Hey, how's it going? -Good, thanks.

-Hello. -Hey.

So, guys, this is Patrycja. She's your new roommate.

This is Mariola and Lena.

Patrycja will be taking Nikola's room.

[sighs] This is your room now.

Do you want me to lay out the rules for you or would you rather the girls explain?

Yeah, I'll be alright.

Okay, sounds good.

[sighs]

[woman] I'm always here for you in case there's an emergency

which I hope never happens.

Lena, everything okay? Did you go to class yesterday?

-[Lena] Yeah, I did, Ms. Alina. -[Alina] That's great.

-I'll see you tomorrow at 3, right? -[Lena] Yeah, I should make it.

Alright, I'm leaving you in great company.

I'll see you later.

-Okay, see ya. -[door opens]

[distant children shouting]

Have you guys had lunch?

No, not yet.

I'll go get some things to make soup.

-You can peel potatoes. -[lively pop music playing]

Grate them like this.

One sec, let me show you.

-[lively pop music continues over radio] -Did you just get out?

Mm, a little while ago, but... we lived in Silesia.

[Lena] Hm.

What were you in for?

When you were on the block didn't people teach you

never to ask questions about stuff like that?

I mean, come on, do you go around telling people everything that happened?

Burglary.

It was a break-in.

Yeah, and they kept me in jail until the trial.

And then, they let me out on parole.

And I'm almost finished with my probation.

Mmm.

And you?

Um... I was a bookkeeper.

[clears her throat]

Yeah, but...

they don't lock people up for that, do they?

No.

[chuckles faintly]

So I'm guessing there must have been some kind of scam involved.

A little fraud, right?

-Tell me, did you bury something? -No.

Buried treasure?

[Mariola and Pati chuckle]

-And you? -Me?

Scamming, there's no fucking way.

Then what were you in for?

[Pati clears her throat]

I had an accident.

[breathing deeply]

Well, I hijacked a car that wasn't mine and I got thrown off the fucking road.

Why'd you get thrown off the road? Were the pigs after you?

Oh, Jesus.

I was driving and I was distracted.

It was late at night and I lost control, because I was wasted, that's all I got.

[sighs]

Can I smoke in here?

Mm, mm, no.

[Pati] That's great.

[moody dramatic music playing]

[echoing baby crying]

[car horn honking]

[moody dramatic music fades]

Hey.

What's up?

[groans]

[sighs]

Can you help me with something?

Mm, depends what it is.

Listen, I really need some help with this fucking app from the job center,

'cause I need to file for unemployment

but I have no clue why it's not working right now.

Put in your email.

I don't have an email.

Are you serious?

Here.

How about I make you some tea?

So, do you have a job?

Yep.

So, did you have any problems getting hired with a record?

Mm, not really.

It's not like I killed someone, right?

Yeah, true.

Okay, I made you an e-mail address. Here, just type in your password.

That's my e-mail?

[Lena] Mm-hm.

Patiflower1234, seriously?

[chuckles]

Are you getting along with your roommates?

Sure, I guess.

Ms. Patrycja...

"Pati" okay?

If you have to, fine.

Pati, listen. [inhaling]

I think it would be helpful if you could define what you really want.

Tell me, what's your plan for life?

[chuckles]

Good question.

A good job that provides a living, an apartment.

What can you expect after doing time?

And have you come to terms with your past yet?

Or are there still things that you wish you could go back in time and fix?

Maybe you're still searching for closure.

What's the point of this, huh?

Have you spoke to your sibling?

And how do you know about them?

Because I've read your file.

While you were serving your sentence, there were no reported attempts

to contact your siblings by phone or by mail.

So what?

[chuckles faintly]

Besides, who gave you permission to read my file?

This is the post-penitentiary assistance program,

which means that you're under my supervision.

I'm only asking these questions so that I can help you.

How about you just leave me the hell alone.

They never granted you permission to contact your family

while you were serving your sentence.

Well, I didn't ask for it.

Even just the fact that the adoptive family has left the country

without your consent is a serious breach of conduct, in my opinion.

Fucking breach of conduct... [chuckles] That's great.

So what the fuck do you expect me to do with that information?

Look, I'm just letting you know that should never have been approved.

I can help you get back in touch with your siblings

so you can restore that relationship.

You've helped me enough, I think we're good here. Yeah.

Are we finished?

To be honest, work has been pretty taxing. I'm running on empty.

That's all for now. But we'll meet again next...

[receding footsteps]

-[door opens and closes] -[sighs]

-Fill it up, we're not fucking around. -[overlapping chatter]

[chatter continues]

Fill that shit up, let's go!

Mariola, you've been working your ass off for eight hours a day.

-It's time to live a little. -What's up, guys?

Hey, Pati.

Meet my sister, Sylwia.

-What to have a drink with us? -[man] Hm?

Yeah.

You said that smoking wasn't allowed inside.

[snickers]

Your sister's pregnant, or haven't you noticed?

[man scoffs]

So fucking what? My old lady smoked when she was pregnant with me.

-I got two arms and two legs. -Yeah, and two titties, right?

-Yeah. -[chuckling]

And I'm willing to bet your old lady smoked too, right?

Hm?

We've got it made with Pati. She's a really great cook.

Yeah, that's fucking great. Gotta have at least one cook in the house.

Sztaba, would you fuck that?

-[Sztaba gasps faintly] -Would you?

Would you fuck a housekeeper like that? Yes or no?

-[Sztaba sighs] -What the fuck's wrong?

Come on, what are you getting all shy for? Answer the question.

-Yeah, he'd fuck that for sure. -Uh... I'll see you guys tomorrow.

[Sylwia] Mm.

Girls, remember, it's curfew in about half an hour.

Yeah? Yes, sir, you got it.

-Yeah. -[Sylwia] Yeah.

[man chuckles]

Drink.

Mariola, drink up.

Come on, you little cunt!

You guys are all starting to bore me.

What the fuck happened? Let's get his party started.

You're both calling in sick tomorrow, got it?

[sighs]

[melodic contemplative music playing]

[exhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

[inhales deeply]

[chuckles faintly]

[chuckles]

[shuddering exhale]

[melodic contemplative music continues]

[melodic contemplative music fades]