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It's beautiful! Thank you.

- Is this a good place? - For what?

- Wait. - But it's my birthday.

I know. And I got you something.

There you go.

Notebook?

To apply in writing?

I'll give it top priority.

- What? - Ants!

- What's up? - We've lost the car keys.

Slipped out of my pocket into the grass.

Where? Here? Over there?

Here.

Here.

- Here. - Or maybe there.

Here's something!

Must be yours.

I didn't even notice.

We stay till tomorrow.

Got them!

No! Dump them!

End of vacation! Back to school!

I'm staying!

SCR*W MICKIEWICZ 2

STANISLAW BAREJA HIGH SCHOOL IN WARSAW

Breakfast.

HAVE A NICE DAY!

Wow! You've fixed me sandwiches.

Tomorrow my turn.

Will you wait for me here?

Always.

I wish every day would start like this.

Seven.

She's okay.

- Six. - How come?

If you gave Iga a seven.

- It's like rating a Fiat above a Ferrari. - Fiat's a classic.

- Hi. - What's up, dude?

- How's your new class, Bolo? - It sucks.

A bunch of losers. But they respect me.

You're two years their senior.

Sienkiewicz tried hard to push you up. We all helped you.

I did okay. Only Bobik flunked me. Out of spite.

- You punched him in the face. - Cause I missed yours.

Hello, pretty boy.

Hi, beefcake.

Ooh! Look at that one!

- A ten! - Shut up.

Sis! Mom let you go out like this?

None of your business.

- Cover yourself. - Don't be ridiculous.

A ten!

Be natural.

Look them straight in the eyes. And smile.

Korek.

Korek.

Listen to me, please.

It's important. You hear me?

Yes, I do.

Look them in the eyes and smile.

If they pick on you, call me at once.

You'll be all right.

Korek!

See you.

Bye.

Look straight in the eyes.

Hey, dude!

Is there a problem?

No.

- Where are you going? - To school.

- Lamers enter through the back door. - Okay.

Some freak.

It was weird.

Is he the new one?

Named Kordian? Korek?

How are you doing?

Okay. And you?

Pass the ball!

Kick it!

Max!

Who's that one?

You did it?

Lamers enter through the back door.

Holy shit!

- You let it go? - Want it in the head?

No. Lamers enter through the back door.

- He's asking for it. - Let's go.

Take him to the pool.

As you may know

the Principal is on sick leave.

I'm not saying whose fault it is.

But it's your fault!

Until she's back…

I am in charge!

Some of you don't look too happy.

Very well.

If I were you, I wouldn't, either.

Give it to him!

Diver!

This is a good school…

Too good to admit just anyone.

- Her again? - She'll teach us math.

- Not Polish? - She only substituted.

Here we expect you to study.

Guys, the time is now.

- You see that? - Well, I'm not sure.

We care about your safety.

But you…

Seem to feel too safe.

Sounds like we're fucked.

- Diver! - Not too warm? Once more?

Diver!

All right, that'll do.

Come on, show us!

So you claim this is a dick cake?

You tell the baker to make a dick cake.

Take it easy. It's okay to start with. Come on.

- Lock the door. - Sure thing.

You take care of the cake, we do the clipping.

Like what?

Happy birthday?

But just naked women.

What do you say?

All right…

Anybody here?

Occupied!

- What's the matter? - It's locked.

Open up!

It's Bobik. Let's beat it.

I'll put an end to your games!

Open up, this is the Principal.

I count to three.

One!

Two!

Run.

Three!

Where did you get these?

I wonder what your mother will say.

Is anything the matter?

None of your business.

Deviants.

It's not looking good.

No. But it's not our problem.

- The magazines are ours. - He'll burn him at the stake.

What can we do?

There is a solution.

What's this?

Answer me.

A naked lady.

Naked lady, you say.

The priest's on his way.

You'll change the tune.

Excuse me, Mr. Bobik.

Come on in, Irena.

Come on in.

I've nailed a masturbator.

"The Song of Songs" is a collection of poems

that explore the love of a man for a woman,

it's physical aspect

and the whole range of

sensations, feelings, images, scents, and sounds.

- Is that it? - Yes.

Wow! For real!

Bravo!

She was lucky to get a better sperm cell.

Or one of you was adopted.

- You sure you're Franek's sister? - No shit.

- So it seems. - Can't be.

- What's up, folks? - Could we have a word with you?

I'll be right back. Be good.

You know how God treats masturbators?

- The priest will tell you. - Principal. In truth, we're all sinners.

Instead of casting stones

we'd better repent and make our peace with God.

I'm sure Korek is sorry, aren't you?

- No. - You see, father?

Maybe this stuff isn't yours, huh?

- It's not. - Whose then?

Mr. Bobik, you're stressing him out.

I looked everywhere for them.

Mr. Jan.

It's your last year in this school.

I know. Excuse me.

Isn't this a good opportunity to discuss with the boy

the negative effects of porn.

Am I to say that he'll go blind, sprain his wrist?

You're already blind from those mags.

The problem lies elsewhere.

I need to discuss it in private.

Go out!

You too, Mr. Bobik.

Take it easy.

Korek?

How was it at school?

You don't want to talk about it?

No.

You're as good as anyone.

In every way.

Keep it in mind, son.

Good afternoon.

Korek?

Korek!

Friends to see you.

We'd like to kidnap Korek to learn some math with us.

The new teacher is tough.

We know it's late, but…

No problem at all.

Go.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Bye.

- It's his eighteenth today. - We'll be learning on his birthday?

No. We're throwing a party.

To learn?

In a way. We'll be learning to live life.

So we will study?

It's a make-believe game, dude.

We pretend that we'll learn and your mom pretends to believe us.

- Mieciu, is it open? - Yep.

Get in, Korek.

Bolo, maybe this time?

No way, dude. I don't have seven lives to risk one with you driving.

- For the second time. - Third.

- See you there. - So long.

- See you. - See you.

Korek.

Buckle up. He has a killer instinct.

Off we go!

Just take off your shoes.

How are you!

Parents know about the party?

It's only a get-together.

Sure thing.

Please, go upstairs. Come on, be a sport.

Go to your room

and stay in there, come hell or high water.

- Okay? - All right.

But be quiet after midnight.

I need to be well rested for my classes.

- Be good. - Of course!

Yes, boss!

- Yeah. What's poppin'? - Yo, mate!

Franek, go get some cigs.

Why me?

‘Cause you're eighteen.

All right.

Make-believe?

You learn fast. Come on, sit here.

I'm back, guys. With cigs.

Surprise!

Wow! What's up?

Wow! Is this…

- The bench you screwed. Did you miss it? - We saved it from scrapping. For you.

Hey, say something!

- It's beautiful! - Happy birthday, dude.

- Happy birthday, beefcake. - Thanks.

Thanks.

All the best to you.

Thanks, Korek.

You know what happens now.

Go ahead.

No Internet connection?

It's not working.

Have you tried restarting your router?

I couldn't locate it.

I have a giant key. I can help.

Let me see it.

Sorry. Franek chose the movie.

Where?

Hey, he just took it out!

- Hi. - When will you come?

We're getting started.

In an hour and a half, okay?

- Come on, thirty minutes! - An hour?

Or let's cancel?

Okay, I'm on my way, witch.

Great. See you.

Don't say you don't like it.

He didn't fix her Wi-Fi.

That's not what he came for.

You never paddled the pickle?

My grandma makes pickles.

He means sex. Whether you've had it.

No.

Seriously?

No kidding.

You never had sex?

- No. - Would you like to?

Some question! Everybody would!

All living creatures fuck. Is he any different?

Franek… I know.

- Let him speak out. Korek, how come? - Problems with girls.

- Yeah. - We've been there.

Korek, never think something's not for you.

Wanna try? Try it!

And we… We'll try to help you along.

Absolutely!

All right, I'm off. To help Nel with an assignment.

- At this hour? - Yeah.

Literature for tomorrow.

I smell… the make-believe game.

Shut up.

Bullshit, for real.

Assignment my ass.

Say she got the place to herself. And you're gonna… you know.

Happy birthday, dude.

- Happy birthday. - Thanks, bud.

- You go on tutoring one another. - You too.

Well, he's headed for practice,

you need to learn theory.

Theory?

From the champions.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

So what about that assignment?

It was a bluff.

I've been thinking about it…

I wanted you to come because I have a surprise for you.

Come and sit.

Won't you laugh?

Laugh? No.

Then wait. I'll change and will be back.

- Anka is a bit odd. - No butt grabbing, or she'll slap.

But boob grabbing is okay. It's the opposite with Basia.

She's flat and hates to be reminded about it.

Exactly. Kamila can be groped while dancing.

Renia likes hairy guys.

- And Dante. - All girls come on to Dante.

He's as much in demand as toilet paper during the pandemic.

Korek? Are you writing it down?

Hi, Mom.

- Hi. What are you guys doing? - Studying.

- Are you all right? - Yes. Quite a lot to do.

- When will you be back? - In an hour or so.

Good. I love you, son.

I love you too.

How did it go?

I played make-believe.

Franek!

You know what time it is?

I'm tolerant but you're pushing the limits.

And what about this bench here?

- You won't understand. - Of course I won't.

What was that?

Anita!

Don't say you like Anita!

Yes, I do.

I hate to disappoint you, but…

She turned down even me.

Dreaming is free.

Yep.

Yeah.

Ready?

Yes.

Happy? I got it today.

Top game of the series. I'm sure you'll like it.

"Nosferatu, Last Blood."

What's wrong?

You look gorgeous.

Thanks.

Honey.

There's something important I want to tell you.

I hope it'll…

change a great deal.

At last the moment has come.

Baby…

I got an offer to write a film script!

Wow.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

- Here's to my success. - Yes.

How did you land it?

They contacted me. Studio Climax.

What's it to be about?

Mickiewicz. More details when they see me.

Will you quit teaching?

I don't know.

Let's celebrate the moment, the here and now.

What a lovely night!

You can cast one spell per round, but only at night.

- Are you with me? - Yeah.

Okay, let's roll the dice.

Six, five, seven… Eighteen.

Draw a card.

What is it?

Hunter.

Let me see.

Great card.

May be a unique opportunity.

No!

Did I do something wrong?

It's not your fault.

I was feeling down and made this mistake.

It turned out he was an asshole.

I didn't know.

‘Cause I was afraid to tell you.

Will you tell me who was it?

Max.

Max.

Dante.

What do you think?

Outfit first.

Leave it. It's better like this.

Loosen up. Wider here.

Backpack on one shoulder.

Hand in the pocket. Like Bolo.

Much better.

Can you look me in the eyes?

I can, but I won't.

Come on, try!

And a smile.

Not so creepy.

Close your eyes.

Imagine your favorite locomotive.

231 Chapelon Nord.

- Or Siemens EuroSprinter. - Okay. The Chapelon.

- You see it? - Yeah.

But it's a speeding Chapelon.

Pulling a long, long train.

Open your eyes.

Cool.

We don't know yet, but it looks like autism.

Autism?

It wasn't reported!

He hasn't been diagnosed. The mother won't cooperate.

That's unacceptable!

The boy is smart and learns fast.

He'll do well if we let him

and the class may benefit too.

They might develop empathy

which some in this school lack.

Empathy won't help them get into college.

He'll lower our score.

We'll drop in the rank. And it's a good school!

I don't understand how parents can hold back such information.

I do.

Let's help him.

Please!

You'll see to it.

Well, yes.

I sure will.

Principal of the year.

Recursive sequence.

Recursive sequence.

Look at you all, never more quiet.

Franek Cegielski.

The definition.

A recursive sequence, ma'am…

Formulas, numbers, digits…

Sit down, it's an F.

Roxana. The same question.

A recursive sequence is…

Sit down. An F.

The helper gets an F and moves to the rear.

- You can't do that! - I'll report it.

To the Parents Council.

You can report it to a UN council for all I care!

Now please move to the rear.

Hi.

Kordian?

- You know what's a recursive sequence? - Yes.

You want to tell us?

No.

It's an F.

A lot of Fs.

It looks like a great semester.

Something easy to start with.

- Ask if she has a dog. - What if she doesn't?

He'll ask her out for a walk.

Okay.

- Easy? - Yes.

Look. Can you see her? Over there.

She's not Anita.

It's like in games.

Anita's a higher level, the final boss.

You need experience, minor quests.

Like Ada.

Stop writing and focus.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

That was quick.

- How did it go? - She has a dog.

You should've suggested going for a walk with her.

Okay.

No!

You only make a first impression once.

But we have twelve girls in a class, four classes, four grades…

192 in all.

Perhaps.

- Minus one. - Yeah.

191 without Ada.

Only 36% have a dog.

Okay.

And the sucker doubled over.

- How about a stroll? - Sure.

See you.

- How many left? - 143… 142, Max picked up one.

Enough and to spare.

Say, "You look like my third girlfriend."

If she asks how many in all, say two.

If she doesn't ask? Too complicated.

Think of a simpler line.

"Are you a TV set?"

"I like to watch you."

Awesome.

Or, " Is your dad a pastry chef? And baked this sweet butt?"

Or, " Are you a double shotgun?

- I'd break you and load your rear end." - Is this how you chat up?

The TV set was okay. Did you hear?

"Are you a TV set? Cause I like to watch you."

Ready?

- No. No girl looks like a TV set. - It's just an opener.

Sets the ground for a compliment.

"You're like the Ty2 BR52 locomotive built in Germany in 1942.

- So hot that you burn low-quality coal." - Make it listener-friendly.

"A German locomotive built during World War II."

Okay.

I'd show you how to do it,

but I'm too busy.

- Dante will show you! - Yes! Do it!

For Korek's sake.

All right.

Watch and learn.

Hi, girls.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Smells wonderful.

Shrimp curry?

I know you cook when you're angry.

- Need a hand? - Nope.

Are you sure?

Is every guy an asshole?

Yes. Until they grow wiser.

I told him about Max.

- Perhaps you were right. - What about?

That he's not the one for me.

Did I say so?

Okay, I did. But when was it?

Nel!

- I know you love him. - Yes, but why's he so damn annoying?

For that very reason.

- It's burning! - Shit!

- I'm off to Irena's. See you tonight? - I don't know. Maybe.

Silent days? Wanna talk about it?

No.

You don't.

Sure. Bottle it up inside like a real man.

I was like that. Then we were apart for twenty years.

But eventually I let it go.

What was the rub?

Search me. I don't remember.

Ninety.

Girls!

That's some technique!

Stay calm, no fear. Keep shooting.

Ninety-one.

Super!

We can make you the captain of a clown team.

- Leave him alone, okay? - Just want to play with you.

Give me the ball.

Are you done?

You showed off?

The ball!

Always equipped, huh?

Here.

Enjoy it, clowns.

Come on. Leave him.

He's a moron.

- He needs to compensate something. - What?

His tiny dick.

Korek, the principal wants to see you.

What about?

He's excellent at math, physics, history.

But has problems communicating,

understanding figures of speech and complex interactions.

And what of it? No need to excel at everything.

Let me demonstrate it.

Ask him in.

Come in, son.

No worries.

Kordian.

I'll ask you a fourth grade question.

Man and suffering.

Discuss the topic referring to the Book of Job.

He's not in the fourth grade yet.

Exactly.

All right, an easier one then.

Why did Antek have to leave his village in the story by Prus?

Korek. Do you understand the question?

Yes.

He says yes.

Have you read that story?

- Yes. - He has.

Do you remember what it's about?

- Yes. - Then answer me.

Why not math?

- Physics? Sciences? - Literature now. Elementary school level.

He knows, but you're stressing him out.

You are putting him under stress.

We can't have him here.

I see.

Thank you.

We'll get by. Come along, Korek.

Bravo!

Poverty, bleak future, illiteracy, whatever.

Why didn't you say anything?

I'm talking to you! Do you hear me?

Yes.

Why do you keep doing this to me? Why can't you be normal?

I'm sorry.

Korek.

You'll be all right.

- What did you get in third? - 1670.

- How did you arrive at that? - I copied from Mietek.

It's a random guess.

- What? - Perhaps she'll appreciate my willingness.

You got the math, Dante?

Just give it a miss.

It's not our level.

- It's like a NASA test. - Even my sister was clueless.

Although she did an Olympiad.

I've got it.

Show us.

Come on, quick!

Here.

Roxy…

He did it all!

Korek, you're Rain Man!

But you didn't know what's a recursive sequence.

I did.

Why didn't you say?

She didn't want the definition.

- She asked if you know it. - No, she didn't say that.

She said, "Do you want to say it?", right?

Yes.

Then why didn't he say it?

He didn't want to.

This is impossible.

Having a good time, folks?

No.

Czapski, what's Laplace expansion used for?

I don't know, but Korek can answer that.

I'm asking you.

Determinants of an nth-degree quantum matrix.

What's the Jacobian of the transformation in double integrals equal to

when changing the regions of integration to polar coordinates?

The length of the circumferential radius.

The definition of an integral?

By Newton-Leibnitz or Reimann?

Wow, Korek!

She doesn't know what she's up against. And you saved my skin!

I love you, Korek!

C'mon, let's play some basketball.

- Hi. - Hi.

Are you a TV set?

I can't stop watching you.

No, please. No!

- Sorry, you must be tired. - Not at all. Why?

You keep running through my head.

- Are you a map? - Do I look like one?

- A bit. I'm lost without you. - Cringe!

Wait.

I'm sorry.

I behaved like…

- I was jealous, that's why. - Come on…

We hadn't even met yet.

I know. It was stupid.

But you being with someone else…

That thought enraged me. I miss you like crazy.

Can I drop by today?

Or you.

- Will you read your new book to me? - Maybe I will.

Maybe I'll come.

- See you? - Maybe.

What's up, laddie?

Is he always not quite…

Usually.

What's this?

Diary!

The diary of a school creep.

I wonder if he mentions his toilet diving.

"Anka – no butt grabbing, or she'll slap.

Boob grabbing is okay.

The opposite with Basia. She's flat and hates to be reminded about it."

You're an expert, mate!

Give it back!

Give it!

Hands off, chicken choker.

Max!

Leave him alone.

Hero?

Wanna get hit?

- Some nerve! - Don't you dare.

Hey, there!

Stop it! What's going on?

Wait a sec!

I wanted to read it to them, but they went freakin' nuts.

Give it to me.

See what that perv writes.

Like at kindergarten.

For real.

Thanks.

All right, Korek?

Sorry.

Yes.

What a sleazeball.

She's coming.

No! You don't like her.

You don't care.

Cold like an Eskimo's ass.

The right term is Inuit.

Inuit or Eskimo. An ass is an ass.

Focus on locomotives. How much power they had in 1930s.

The Allegheny class could generate 7,500 horsepower.

Hi.

Sure.

- Hi. - One question.

Could you help me with math after school?

At your place, if it's not a problem.

The "Texas" locomotives fell behind with just 2,000 horsepower.

Okay, as you wish.

Great.

Then see you later.

Yes.

Yes!

You were damn cold!

That's your skill!

You're a math wizard and Anita's poor at it.

Korek, just leave this ball.

Hi.

Hi.

- Are you going out? - Yep.

I'll be late.

Where to?

I'm not saying anything.

Have fun.

I'll be good.

"All girls have the hots for Dante."

"Anita is the final boss."

Good afternoon. Is Korek home?

Yes, he is. Please come in.

Okay.

- I'll bring him over. - Thank you.

Korek.

Korek! There's a girl to see you.

It's Anita.

- Won't you come out to say hello? - I need to be cold. Send her in.

As cold as an Inuit's ass. Send her in.

Okay.

I thought you might be hungry.

A snack.

Thank you, sister.

Someone to see you?

Bad guess.

Sleep well.

- You didn't say it was so high up. - Hush.

The nuns might hear you.

- Guests not allowed? - Allowed.

But you'd have to leave at 9 p.m.

So?

I'm curious what you've written.

We can spend this time better.

What's wrong?

Things aren't the same between us.

You're seeing me just for one thing.

Well…

Truthfully?

You're smart, funny, pretty.

I love being with you. Can't stop thinking about you.

So you can gossip with friends afterwards?

What?

I've read how you tutored Korek.

- I won't be the next entry in the book. - It's not…

We mean well. We wanted to help him.

Truthfully?

I said I wasn't ready.

But it's you who isn't.

Hold on.

I can explain everything.

No, Korek. I give up.

I have a trick for you.

Okay.

Pick a random number.

Two digits. Write it down.

Add one to the other. Subtract the sum from the first number.

Now add the digits of the last number.

You got nine.

How did you know?

That's how it is.

Korek… You're a genius!

- It's just a trick. - One that nobody knows.

I like math.

In math things are what they are. No make-believe games.

Thanks.

In an hour with you I learned more than in school.

Wow! You've made it all yourself?

May I?

- What's this? - Careful!

Dazzling Steamliner.

A collector's model.

- Was it really in service? - Yes.

And this? Does it work?

- Yes. - Can you switch it on?

French steam locomotive.

Built in the 1920s. It served the Orient Express route.

Power around 1,650.

I'm sorry.

I'm boring you?

No. You've real passions.

That's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

My boyfriend is waiting, I must run.

Boyfriend?

Yeah. It was really cool.

Will you show me off?

Yes.

See you.

See you.

Hi.

Hello.

- How was it with the diver? - It was okay.

Good for you.

Cool.

Do you know you're cool?

Max.

Not here, Max.

"Across a dry ocean…

measureless I go."

An ocean isn't dry.

Exactly.

That's the point.

This is an oxymoron. A pair of contradictory terms.

But it's also a metaphor.

The image of an ocean is borrowed to describe a different thing.

Namely?

The steppe.

- It's false. - False it is.

A hidden meaning makes it fucking cool.

Why can't you say, "Across a dry steppe I go"?

You can.

But there's no hidden meaning, so it's not fucking cool.

I don't get it.

I've always fu… hated this sound too.

A good comparison is not when you take two similar words…

Such as…

Such as…

Wet and?

- Water. - Perfect.

A good comparison has two words…

apparently…

not compatible.

Like fiery water.

For the reader to…

see something that's not visible.

If you want to teach a lesson…

you don't do it explicitly, but through a parable.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Thank you for your advice.

Trust me, I know what's best for my son.

Good day.

School again?

It's bullshit.

Don't worry. You're doing fine.

Mom!

Let's stop with make-believe.

I know I'm not normal.

What are you saying?

The truth. They call me a freak.

Nutcase.

Shithead.

Who says so?

- Who? - Mom!

You won't beat them all.

I accepted it long ago.

Now it's your turn.

Irena…

gave me a list of schools…

Supposedly easier for you.

Perhaps we should try. What do you think?

Okay.

I love you, son.

I love you too.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Mr. Sienkiewicz.

Dominika.

Nice to meet you in person.

Moralpedia is one of my favorite books. I grew up with it.

I'm flattered.

Fourth floor.

The boss is expecting you.

The 19th century. Romanticism.

Industrial revolution, but also social tensions.

The time of storm and of folly.

After the Enlightenment and an era of rationalism

comes the time of individualism, emotions, intense exploits.

Men stop wearing tights.

Women sport silk stockings.

The Belle Époque, huh?

Yes. Beautiful indeed.

Right.

And in the middle of this we have Mickiewicz in exile.

Homesick, he's looking for solace in love affairs.

It's an independent production, isn't it?

You can put it this way. Bold cinema.

We want to show Mickiewicz from a different angle.

As a human being.

Great. At last.

Not just a poet of huge talent, but also one with a huge dick.

Making Parisian women crazy.

I thought you meant an adaptation of Dante's book "Screw Mickiewicz."

This was Part One.

"French Jobs in the Steppe."

Part Two will be titled…

"Banging on the Streets of Paris."

And we'll have you write it for us!

It'll be a blockbuster!

Still learning. Will be home late.

Your beer.

Come one!

What's up, Korek?

Cheer up!

Plenty of chicks, take your pick!

I want to be normal.

To be what?

Normal. Like you, guys.

Hey, who's normal here?

Is he normal? Or he?

Nobody's normal here.

You neither.

You gave hell to Bobik, fucked up the teacher

and almost stole the big bully's girlfriend.

You're not normal, you're a fucking badass!

Let's go, pretty gals can't hang alone.

I'm changing schools.

Mom says it'll be good for me.

Let's go dancing.

- I can't. - Me neither.

Nor can I.

This should help.

- Better? - Yes.

How did you know?

He reads a lot.

- Hear the beat, Korek? - Yes.

Small steps to it!

You got it!

Let's go! Rodeo!

Go, Korek!

I told you he'd catch on!

Yeah!

- You owe me a beer. - Absolutely.

What's up, beautiful?

How about some fun?

- Asshole. - Come one!

What was that?

What we came here for.

A date for Korek.

It's not a good idea.

I can't think of a better one.

You heard him. He's gonna change schools.

We have a chance to give him a chance.

The first time should be special, not a disco pickup.

Yeah, on the beach in the moonlight. Get real.

Look around. This is the beach.

We don't know how it'll affect him.

What if his problem with girls disappears?

We won't know until we try.

Watch him.

Well?

How was it?

Unconventional.

Nice crew?

- Actors? - Very colorful. Where's Nel?

Locked in her room.

- Is anything the matter? - Yes. But I don't know what exactly.

Have a look.

You should talk to them about it. You're their supervising teacher.

And teach them some sex ed.

To be offered guidance? No way.

They've seen it all online, but in fact know nothing.

Deep down they're little children.

The idiocies they write make your hair stand on end.

Reaction - erection.

It's not funny at all.

You can teach them about Mickiewicz, Virgil, Kafka, recite poems and all.

But it's no use if there's no empathy for one another.

We should be teaching them about responsibility,

assertiveness, respect for women.

What will they use in life?

Well, okay…

Joking aside, I don't really know how to talk about those things.

I wouldn't like to lecture them.

I think you're sensitive…

wise…

you know how to listen…

Go on.

Trying to persuade me?

Hey, handsome!

Hey.

Daga.

What?

I'm Daga.

Okay.

I'm Korek.

Kordian Jastrzębski.

Aren't you sweet!

Relax, I won't bite.

Unless you like it.

No.

Come.

Come on!

I heard you like bad girls.

No. When I was six, a girl bit my arm.

- It hurt a lot. Do you like rail? - I love it.

I'm passionate about machines.

Rail vehicles in particular.

My favorite locomotive was built in France in the 1930s.

Horsepower…

You don't have panties…

Bravo!

No panties at all.

How did you do, champ?

With Daga?

Fine.

You bet!

Took you long enough.

- Cool chick, huh? - Yes.

- What did you do? - She touched me.

- And? - She asked if I had strange cravings.

And?

I said I'd like to drive a train.

Steam locomotive.

The 231 Chapelon Nord.

Daga also likes trains.

Pafawag EU07.

Electric locomotive,

power of 2,700 kW.

Holy fuck!

The hell with pafa something. We didn't get laid.

I like trains. Sex is overrated.

- Is what? - He's right.

These recent months with Nel were…

the best I've ever lived.

Not because of sex – there wasn't any.

What?

So what were you two busy doing?

Everything. And it was cool.

And I'd do anything…

to relive it all.

So to sum up…

We wasted entire party to find a girl for Korek

and it turns out that we're bigger virgins than he is.

We?

- No kidding! - No, I mean…

Wait a sec. You said "we."

Okay, I also haven't…

And you made fun of me!

|Sorry, dude. Don't tell anyone.

Sorry, Korek. We fucked up.

You picked the worst life coaches on this planet.

It was okay. I like learning with you.

You don't mind me being different.

Come on, buddies.

Virgins!

Virgins!

Virgins!

Today, out of the ordinary…

we'll have a sex education class.

- What would you like to know? - Ha-ha!

Do chickens have lips?

I saw it coming.

I was going to speak about pornography.

But perhaps I'm not the right person.

So we'll have a guest instead.

Especially for you, guys…

Dominika, known as the Porn Queen.

- Wow, it's really her! - So different when dressed.

Hey!

It's me, for real.

SPORTS ACTIVITIES

Principal Bobik! How are you doing?

Very well.

The Week of Cleanliness is on.

It's a week to begin with,

but step by step…

It's about clean water, did you know?

You need to start somewhere.

How's your health, boss?

Better.

But I won't be back for another two months.

What? Have you missed me?

You know, Emilia…

Hey! Hold your horses!

What's this commotion about?

Sienkiewicz is teaching sex ed in the hall.

- What? - Yes.

So all of that is simulated?

Sorry to disappoint you. It's only movies.

They have a guest.

- Porn Queen. - Who?

A porn star in my school.

Wait. How come you know her?

Well…

Let me get the spare key!

Holy Moly!

Does the size matter?

A friend wonders.

In a porn movie, it does.

But you're not porn actors.

Did you know that small dog breeds

live longer than giant ones?

The same goes for penises.

- Max, you'll be immortal. - Get lost.

So what's true?

The money is good, that's true.

But many of my colleagues have addiction problems,

complexes, family issues.

But how what we watch differs from the real thing?

Oh my gosh…

- In many ways? - Almost everything.

First of all,

women don't drop their panties in front of plumbers and pizza men.

- No? - No.

We want to feel safe,

to meet someone who'll truly love and respect us.

Someone to trust completely.

We want to live our lives…

with someone who'll let us be ourselves.

In my job it's not likely to happen.

I'm telling you this…

because I wasn't warned when I was getting started.

Thank you, Dominika.

It's a school, not a brothel!

You're finished, Mr. Sienkiewicz!

Excuse me, Mr. Bobik.

We planned this class together.

I think it's a valuable testimony.

What was the point? To show what?

A human.

It's crucial to see a human being. You too could try.

Hey, pretty girl.

Get lost.

Come on, Nel!

- You used to be more friendly. - Go away.

I'll stay. Such a pretty girl.

- You shouldn't walk alone. - What do you want?

You were very important to me. You're still on my mind.

Tell that to Anita.

No triangles, please.

Fuck off or I'll scream!

- I have this effect on women. - Don't touch her!

- Jealous? - Yes.

Approach her again and I'll smash your face.

Oh yeah? Let's go!

Just kidding.

Relax.

Thanks, though I can defend myself.

- Hold on! Where are you going? - For a stroll.

- Your bus is coming. - Take it if you want.

- It's raining. - Just a sprinkle.

- Take my coat at least. - I won't be the next name on your list!

Your book?

- No. It's what I write about you. - Why?

Everything that I can't tell you.

‘Cause I get stressed out, jittery, dumb.

Because… I've never done it yet.

- What? - There's just one name on my list.

Nel.

I look sweet brushing my teeth?

You call me early to hear my voice. Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. I wouldn't know how.

Maybe I'm not ready, like you said.

"I wasn't ready,

I didn't know that love can be so brutal and sweet.

It destroys us and builds us up anew.

Love defies logic.

Takes away all we have, strips us naked.

It's a blaze getting the greater, the harder we try to put it out."

Okay, I'm off.

Sleep well.

You witch.

What's up? Where's Sienkiewicz?

Sit down. Let's begin our class.

What about Mr. Sienkiewicz?

He no longer works here.

You can't dismiss him before the school year ends.

- No. - Exactly.

He's suspended until I convene a committee that will fire him.

The same can happen to you.

We're not scared.

So keep your cool or find a new school.

Who's in charge of our class?

- Sienkiewicz! - Use them.

- Who? - Sienkiewicz!

- Who? - Sienkiewicz!

- Who? - Sienkiewicz!

- Who? - Sienkiewicz!

Get down!

Now!

Stop it, please.

- He can't do it. - He can and he did yesterday.

- We'll appeal. - Please, stop it.

It was just a matter of time.

You'll have more time for the movie.

There's no movie.

It's a total misunderstanding.

You were right.

I can teach them all the material,

but if they can't learn…

to talk and express…

how they feel…

they'll get nowhere, like me.

All right. It's been twenty years now.

I love you.

I always have.

I beg your pardon!

Mr. Sienkiewicz, please follow me. And see what you've done.

I've been suspended.

A committee will decide my future.

Your job is to study and show respect to Principal Bobik.

What next?

Will you walk out on us?

With you guys I'm not done yet.

Please get up.

Come on!

What is this?

Does it look familiar?

What?

You like to rate girls, right?

You sure do.

How about they rate you for a change?

Drop your pants, Franek.

What?

- Show us. - Come on!

- Like hell I will! - Show what's in there.

You show it!

Okay, I was joking.

But I'll have the girls grade you for your behavior.

I'd apologize if I were you.

- We're sorry. - Not to me, dumbo.

- To the girls. - But how?

I don't know.

Dress up,

take them out somewhere nice.

Am I to teach you that?

Pickup champs?

I had a friend in elementary school.

Ania.

We were very close.

Until I found out that she backbit me.

From then on it was hard for me to make friends with anyone.

Then I met Roxy.

- Do you really want to listen to it? - Yes.

But why?

To me you're like trains.

Wow. Okay.

I like watching you, listening to you. I want to know all about you.

I like historic steam locomotives. But also modern ones.

The first public railway opened in England in 1825.

Passengers had to travel in cargo wagons.

Which was far from comfortable.

Why are you with Max?

Well… I like him.

Are you fond of him?

Can we change the subject?

Yes. I don't like Max.

Why do you like him?

It doesn't matter now.

- What are you doing here? - I was around.

How's your date?

Good.

I forgot my Storm card.

You had the best artifacts anyway.

Beginner's luck.

It's getting late.

Stay.

I'd like to, but I'll miss…

- Stay. - …the last bus.

Are you sure?

I'm nervous.

We'll be fine.

I love you.

I know.

You witch.

Max!

- Leave him! - You defend him?

Stop it! Leave him alone!

Never ever get close to her!

Hey, let him go.

Stay down!

Don't you get it? We don't want you here, nutso.

You're like the Union Pacific Big Boy.

What?

High power, small whistle.

Let's go, Max.

Come on!

What was that?

The element of surprise.

Fucking awesome!

Ouch, that was rough.

Sorry for him.

I… don't know why I liked him.

Thanks for a cool date.

Oh man!

I heard you.

You're really something!

Come.

Korek.

We've got something for you.

Close your eyes and hold your hands out.

The unique 4-8-8-4 locomotive.

Could run even on poor quality coal with a load of 3,300 metric tons

on steep routes.

The output power was 4,500 kilohertz.

- Kilowatt! - Right.

Open your eyes.

We'll miss you a lot.

Thank you, guys.

Come on, everybody!

Good luck, Professor!

He's still here?

The committee is today.

I think he likes it.

And off he went.

Cute, isn't he?

Aha! He's learned.

Backpack on one shoulder!

Wait for me, Mom.

Korek.

Good luck.

Depravation of youth.

Promoting pornography.

Vulgar language

unbecoming of a teacher.

Good morning.

Did I say come in?

No.

Then go out.

I know why Antek had to leave the village.

Time's up.

Because he was different.

He was a freak, didn't fit the stereotype.

People fear all that's different, laugh when they don't understand.

Or beat you.

It may be your skin color,

orientation or spectrum.

It's always the same.

Fine, but it's not about Antek.

No. It was a parable. It's about you.

Antek was very gifted.

His backward village had no place for him.

And this school has no place for Mr. Sienkiewicz.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I want a word with Kordian.

No need.

He's no longer our student.

Kordian has qualified for the Math Olympiad final.

If you let him go…

we won't go up in the ranking.

Mr. Bobik.

We won't let him go.

Excuse me for a while.

You here?

Exit for lamers is at the other end.

I'll take the one I want.

What do you say?

Cool trip?

Don't disturb!

All right?

Honey.

Honey!

Here you go.

Pretty.

What if we got off at the next station?

- Went to a forest together? - And if we get lost?

- We'll take the next path we see. - Not knowing where it leads?

That's the best part.

Screw Mickiewicz!