All language subtitles for Szatan kazal tanczyc (Satan Said Dance) - 2017 - Katarzyna Roslaniec

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This film is a puzzle.

542-minute moments of Karolina's life.
9 in every one of 6 colors.

They can be put together in 43 billion ways
and they will always tell the same story.

You have to shake your ass!

Wait, how?

But that's what I'm doing.
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No, this isn't working...

Was it just a romance or a prank

Come on, Karolina!

Today I don't care anymore

- See how nice it is.
- Leave her.

Today I don't worry at all

Paper moon has
fallen from the sky

The king is dead,
long live the king

Alone I take a taxi to the world

Where nothing matters but

Trifles and follies, that's all

And...

I keep dreaming Yokohama

A hotel of clouds and of glass

How can I change lies and banal

Of life that sloppily lasts

Tears are drying on the glass

One of us has to go on

Just a tiny drama but

It's all so clear by now

It's all so clear by now

Karolina, 27 years old, Polish prose writer
spotted a cluster of contemporary Lolita

and has provoked a
national debate

about moral decadence in Poland, a
predominantly Catholic country...

25 years after the
fall of communism.

The result is a darkly devastating
fictional book, "Doll".

Karolina, how do you
fee here, in Taipei?

I can't do this.

I already fucked someone today.

- Okay - Okay'?

It doesn't bother me.

Hey, let's take a shower.

Let's take a shower.

Marcin!

No, it's cold.

It's warm now.

Come here.

Come here.

You'll sleep when we get there.

Are you okay?

So you just dropped by to
take a nap, like to a hotel?

- Actually, it's a good thing you came.
- I drove.

Taxi driver brought you here.

We almost had to be
resuscitate him too,

he thought a girl was about
to die on his watch.

Really? Poor guy.

Your self-preservation
instinct is impeccable.

You won't live to your 27th
birthday if you don't stop.

Where is my phone?

There are more ways to
have fun, you know?

Why is that?

You can survive with
this heart condition but

not if you're living
more than one life.

I guess I'm greedy.

I can see that.

I can drop in more
often, just for a while.

More often?

It'll be boring.

Jagoda, I'm sending
you something!

Pretty awesome, huh?

- Stop that. Mine aren't bad either.
- They're great!

- I look like Lady Gaga.
- Exactly!

And what do you do with it'?

I'm not sure what to do with it, I
need to test it in all conditions.

Okay sweetie, but I got to go,
we are rehearsing a new song.

Okay, fine.

- You can't drive too wild on Polish roads.
- Not really.

- And there's no one to race.
- I race against myself.

- You're soared?
- No!

Driving fast doesn't
mean driving in a hurry.

You're always such a pistol.

You eat fast, then
your stomach hurts

and you can't eat anything else.

Long before dessert

Precision is important
in what you do.

And foresight.

I can predict the results of my actions,
and those of other people on the road.

Strategy is the key.

That's how you win the battle.

- What battle? Life isn't a battle.
- Sure it is.

There's a bruise here.

- Huge one!
- No idea.

Skinny. You're so skinny.

Have you seen how
skinny you are?

Have you seen yourself?

Skin and bones.

Yes, I've seen howl look.
Have you seen yourself?

- See how skinny you are!
- Just have a look...

Why do you get mad at me,
just look at yourself.

- Don't you understand that...
- how skinny you are.

That I'm ashamed to
eat in front of you?

When you're around, I'm ashamed to eat.
Why is that?

Why is that?

Look, see how you look like now.

How old are you?

You think you're still 17?
You don't have to look 17.

- Look at yourself!
- What are you saying? I look howl look.

- And I can't'?
- I am what I am, I won't change.

- And you know you have to eat.
- And you don't?

Okay.

I just can't stay
at home anymore.

Sorry.

- Are you up to something again?
- You can come in now.

- What's up?
- We're just talking.

I told her she can fly away
as long as she'll come back.

I always come back.

And if anything happens,
just call me and I'll come.

I know.

You want a hundred?

I'll give you a hundred.

Tradition is tradition.

Newman!

Dad gives out hundreds.

- What?
- Tradition.

A hundred.

Here you go. This is your spot.

The wine...

Do you mind?

- Can you open it?
- Wait a minute, I'll mix it up.

Come here. Don't bother your
master, he doesn't like you.

Who says I don't?

I do.

What's on TV?

Let's not watch anything.

- What should we do then?
- We can talk.

We forgot the coffee!

Nola, you sit here.

- Wine is ready.
- Put it down.

- Where?
- Here.

Coffee.

And where are you going?

- I almost had it...
- Come, there's nothing in the kitchen.

I got the sides mixed up.

But at least I'm
thinking, and you...

You turn it around and nothing.

Can Tola sit with you?

- She can.
- No.

- For Matylda...
- Thanks.

And for me.

Who wants a cookie?

Eat.

My lovely little cookies.

Such good girls.

There you go, have a cookie.

- For me?
- Try it.

I adore you.

I love being with you.

You're the best.

Fuck! You're amazing.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

Have a home.

Have kids. I already have
kids, but it's amazing.

Raising kids,
watching them grow,

watching them walk every day.

I mean, fuck...

You're wet.

You know you're wet everywhere?

You know I love you?

Do you know that?

If I can't make it with you,
I'll never make it with anyone.

You know that?

You know what we
can do together?

Everything.

We could turn your book into
a fucking film, together...

Matylda! See that?

- You wanted Marys, not Jesuses.
- It's totally cool!

It's beautiful.

- How much is it?
- 300.

- That's expensive.
- Yes, too expensive.

- But it's so awesome. Black Jesus.
- Come on.

He's white, just painted black.

Karolina, let's go already.

Let's take a photo
with her here.

Can we get there first,
and then take photos?

- Or at home?
- I really like it here.

- I don't.
- Come on, one photo.

- Its fucking heavy.
- Come on.

- Smile!
- No way! I'm tired.

Just this one!

- Nice! Thanks.
- Please. I can't feel my arms.

We'll put it in the oar, we won't
carry them up to the flat.

I'll take them to
Berlin with me anyway.

- All of them?
- All of them what?

You want to take all of them?

You don't have a flat yet, so
we could take them upstairs.

- It's not so easy to find a nice flat.
- You said it's easy,

that you'll find it right away.

And you made me give up mine.

I was wrong.

Great. So where I am
supposed to live?

I don't know. At our parents'?

- Let's have a cig.
- We don't have any.

We need to buy water.

- Karolina, he's calling.
- Dexter?

I won't fucking talk to him now.

He doesn't have a place to live and
he won't deal with this himself.

- Where is he now?
- At his parents'.

It's like totally awesome
that we met each other.

Fuck.

The club was a city hospital in the 80s.
Parties here are considered wonderful.

Objectively speaking, it reeks
of death and isoleucine.

A popular photographer's newborn
daughter's birthday party is on.

Mother-Photographer came
straight from the hospital

with a cotton tampon in her
exhausted, yet proud pussy.

She's wearing low-crotch
pants, just in case.

In pain, ever with a halo of superiority
of the holiest immaculate virgin

she walks up to Dexter Adaggio.

Dexter Adaggio looks like a fallen
Jesus after a cheap cocaine high.

He's still bruised and dazed,

and wears a jacket with “Satan
said dance” painted on it.

He's the kind of man
women desire the most.

For them women remove
hair from their bums.

These men only put in bums, never
leaving snow sperm in earthly pussies.

The projector shows Mother-Photographer's
old photos from ore-pregnancy times,

when she was just a photographer
with a selfish womb.

One girl shows up in almost all. A
white-haired angel with devilish eyes.

Jagoda is the queen of
Warsaw's trash pop scene,

a fashion designer, and a poet.

She forms a duet with
multi-instrumentalist Dexter Adaggio.

The critics call them a punk
comeback to the sounds of Atari 500

and the din of the age of disco.

Mixed with the singer's high squeals,
it gives a feverish headache.

Maybe that's why, apart from Warsaw,
they're also quite popular in Asia.

I have a twin sister.

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She is looked in an institution.

And she runs my life from there.

I have to live for us both.

So instead of one
life, I have two.

The same goes for
me and Matylda.

I'm responsible for her, she was
born so that I could have a sister.

- But you can't be responsible for her.
- I must be.

I feel she is living my life.
I'm not living it, she is.

She had an affair at 13, but
“Lolita” was my favorite book.

And now she is writing her own
book and she will do it better.

So when I die, it won't be any
loss, she'll still be there.

At least you can free
yourself from your sis.

No, I can't. That's the thing.

She shows off with me there,
outs out articles about me.

And I don't want her to take
what I do away from me.

I know.

I have this incredible idea.

I haven't told anyone yet.

To go to the US, and just
go off the grid there.

Disappear completely.

No phone, no keeping
in touch with anyone.

I have money set aside for
that, and I want to do it.

In the summer of
my 27th birthday.

- That's an awesome idea.
- It's like the best plan.

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- I swear, we are totally going.
- We are!

We'll fuck cowboys and do coke.

Holy mother.

We totally have this
closeness, you know?

This, you know,
self-discovery, insight...

- This closeness, you know...
- It's like meeting yourself...

it overwhelmed you, and you
don't know what to say...

like an X-ray, but deeper,

better than 10 years of vacation...
I think I fell in love...

If you do it now, it would be
like your first time, right?

Awesome!

I had this vision of myself, made
up of totally different things.

Even knowing you...

So you can't drink
or anything before?

You can't because...

Don't eat red meat for a few
days, the plant will better.

Let me see other dresses.

And no stimulants.

Just pure, condensed.

What if after ayahuasca I get all my shit
together, and I can't write anymore?

No way! It'll all
totally open up,

and you deal with stuff...
- I bet you'll write some epic thing.

It never happened in Poland,
it will be a total shock.

- Jesus, it's pretty.
- Yeah.

Add some heavy
make-up, a strong eye,

and all those awards guys,

- what are they called?
- Jury.

They'll loose their
tongues in their asses.

They'll give you all
the awards you want.

Pink, blue, green...

- And all the carrots.
- Carrots!

- A carrot here, a carrot there...
- Yes sir!

A carrot is good everywhere!

- I could be a carrot with you, I guess.
- Me too.

What's with all the puking?

Did you want anything?

- What?
- Did you want anything?

Then get out.

In one of the photos
Jagoda appears double.

It's not Mother-Photographer's
acid vision

only a photo with her
twin sister Malina.

Single-egg twins are like
one person seen double.

They're natural human clones intended
to exist with just one heart.

Malina's heart is broken and she's
not allowed to live a real life.

Malina only went
to a party once.

After the funeral of the twins' parents,
Jagoda's friends organized a wake.

That's when Malina met her
boyfriend, Dexter Adaggio.

Malina is entering the club
wearing a white shin saying SICK.

This is the second
party in her life.

Mother-Photographer has an idea
for a shoot with Dexter Adaggio,

imagines him scaling
and gutting fish.

The shoot would portray Jesus
preparing his own wake,

showing the self-adoration
of Jesus and his followers.

I hate fish, says Dexter
Adaggio with disgust.

Mother-Photographer has
to pump out her milk,

so she reluctantly
leaves Dexter Adaggio,

opening a spot for Jagoda with her
flat belly and small breasts.

Jagoda is wearing a mini dress
all made of golden sequins.

Having children
is not wonderful.

It was, 10 years ago, when it was ahead
of its time, but now it's fashionable.

Dexter Adaggio may not noticed the women
changed places, he's eyeing Malina.

He loses sight of her
and turns to Jagoda,

adjusting the penis area
of his tight jeans.

Sorry, had to strain the foreskin.
So what is wonderful?

I don't know.

Before Dexter Adaggio became Malina's
boyfriend, he belonged to Jagoda.

They never had sex.

They were waiting for something
important to happen.

And then the twins'
parents died.

So that's how you're
working, huh?

You're that famous writer?

No, you're the famous
Ukrainian ballerina.

Why are you sitting
here like that?

Can't you tell me?

I need to get this
morning-after pill.

You know.

So go and get one.

Fine.

- Who was it?
- I told you.

- Told me what?
- That I was seeing a French guy. Black.

You didn't tell me you
were seeing a black guy.

I didn't want you to be jealous.

You always wanted a black guy.

Why should I be jealous?

Black guys smell.

Marcin smells too. Never mind.

But Marcin is my boyfriend
whether we like it or not.

It's not Dexter anymore?

Can we not talk
about you for once?

Don't tell me you
brought him here.

- Why are you like this?
- Me?

Can you even hear yourself?

You can't live here
with me anymore.

You told me to move in.

- You're leaving soon anyway.
- I'm leaving, but now I need to write.

So, you're not going?

You've changed your mind?

What am I supposed to
do with all this stuff?

- Why are you wearing this?
- I found it in the bathroom.

- But these are my home clothes.
- You want to wear them? Here.

Here.

Listen, you need to have
pictures with the monkey.

We'll have the same ones, only
yours will be way cooler.

We could give them to our
parents as a present.

I'm kidding. We won't.

We'll just have
them for ourselves.

Come on. Take it off.

Oh, hi.

One beer.

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- Your new boyfriend?
- No.

Okay, okay. He's cute.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No, it's been a while
since I got laid.

- What about Jagoda?
- No way!

We're never getting
back together.

I fucked her in the ass the other day.
I don't know if that counts.

- What?
- Nothing.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Say hi to your boyfriend.

Jagoda never had sex with a man.

Like her sick sister, at
27 she's still a virgin.

Two Virgin-Angels.

Jagoda can't blame a failing
heart and feels very ashamed.

Nowadays shame is not a desirable feeling.
It's great to be as shameless as it gets.

Malina drinks lots of alcohol
and takes various drugs.

Maybe she wants to die,

tired of waiting for someone to kill
himself and give the heart to her.

Or she just wants to have fun,
hard to say, Malina is too blurry.

Sometimes she seems more
like a doll than a girl.

Malina is laughing loud, in a
voice identical to her sister's

which evokes the look
in Jagoda's coal eyes.

But Jagoda doesn't see Malina in the
"SICK" shin she designed for herself,

but just herself.

Her face lights up just the
same when she gets high,

she stops being a doll just the same.
As if cocaine revealed the real person.

But the person is not
Malina, it's Jagoda.

Or maybe after a line
everyone looks the same,

the same angels
with dirty faces.

Laughing turns into coughing. Malina
bends in half, falls to her knees.

She vomits out all the
alcohol and keeps coughing.

Everyone tactfully
lets her go on,

unable to fully understand the
performance they take pan in.

Jagoda is standing
there, scared.

She's dreaming of a life without
fear, about true freedom.

Tell me, how many times
did you break up with me?

I don't know, Marcin, a few.

Just go already.

I don't fall for this anymore.

Can't you just go?

My tummy hurts, I'm
not feeling well.

Really? And what's wrong?

- I got drunk.
- You, drunk? No way! Impossible!

- You think ifs funny? Just go.
- What can I say?

So what now?

It's so dumb that you had
to fall in love with me.

- As if we couldn't just keep it casual.
- Yeah, it's dumb.

- Exactly.
- And what does that change?

How's your tummy?

Does it hum?

That's incredible.

It's like you have this...

subconscious pleasure of dying.

But it's not nice,
it's not true.

You like it when it hurts'?

Maybe I should just give
you a proper spanking?

Are we going for a drink?

- Yeah?
- So let's go.

All right.

Did you listen to
the CD I gave you?

Fuck!

I just wanted to tell you
that I'm bored with sex.

I'm so fed up with it.

Ifs just all the same.

I'm not bored. Especially
cause we don't do it.

- We don't do it?
- Three times a month?

If I'm lucky and
the time is right.

It's all right, thank you.

Maybe you should
masturbate more.

I don't see much sense in that.

So find yourself a lover.

Tell me, Karolina, honestly,

who did you feel
really good with?

I mean, really good?

Seriously, just tell me. I won't
be jealous. I want to know.

Don't make this face, they'll
think I'm doing you harm.

This here is a kind of
uncertainty, of suspension,

you don't feel good about
that, you're struggling.

- But it will all pass.
- But I'm not struggling.

And a baby. I keep
getting a baby.

You're going to have one.

You're going to fall in
love and have a baby, see?

- I don't want any babies.
- Then be careful.

You're about to fall in
love, so be careful now.

But you're having a
baby either way.

You can have a baby, and
fall in love later.

Here's the Empress and the Pope.

That's a wedding, a family...

Falling in love, marriage,
family, child...

But there's also the World card,

it means that it
opens before you...

You can completely change
your surroundings.

- But the World card...
- Financial success.

The World card also means that
you shouldn't fear your future.

But here is the Devil.

It means you should watch out for
stimulants, they're a threat.

Stimulants, addictions, drugs, sex.
Avoid that.

But the Devil also means money.

- Maybe I'll finally write a new book?
- Let's see.

The Tower.

But you'll write it later.

Wait, I'll lay them out again.

We'll ask a different question.

Not whether you'll write it,
but whether the topic is good.

- What else would I write about?
- I don't know.

Do you hear what you're saying?

I don't know if
you're aware of it,

- but I'm already writing the book.
- I know.

And don't worry, this time it's not about
our family, it won't bring you shame.

I am not afraid of anything!

Whatever...

Jagoda is walking down a hospital corridor.
Shes not wearing the golden sequin dress.

On the floor, looking much smaller
without his wings sits Dexter Adaggio.

Jagoda comes up to
Dexter Adaggio,

he raises his head and looks
up at her with his glass eyes.

Wild, frightened, lost glass
eyes, so easy to break.

The doctor told them Malina's heart
will only last for a few more hours.

That's why Jagoda needs to kill herself.
To stop being scared,

to kill her body but not her heart,
to keep it useful for Malina.

But first she needs to
have an orgasm with a man.

Jagoda squats next to Dexter Adaggio, he
looks at the SICK t-shirt she has on.

If you could, would you
give her your heart?

Dexter Adaggids eyes start breaking.
Jagoda's eyes are fading stones.

Only you don't have a heart.

Heartless people have
a special smell.

When we were little, we
used to play flowers.

I was a daffodil because I was jealous,
and Malina was a meat-eating orchid.

She always needed blood, sucked
mine out when I out myself.

I saw this film in which the actress
eats a monster's heart to get pregnant,

and then twins with one umbilical cord
are born of two different mothers.

Then I dreamed Malina eats my
heart with knife and fork.

Dexter Adaggio and Jagoda make love,
it's simultaneous, they come high.

Why didn't we do it
when we were together?

I don't know.

Does this turn you on?

You want more?

Do we have any blow?

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- Come in.
- Mum, I love you so much.

I love you too.

Very much.

- Come in.
- I'm leaving in a minute.

- You came here just to tell me that?
- Yes.

I bought croissants.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, fine.

Don't sit on the concrete.

I don't have anything, mum.
Only you.

I don't even have a dream.

But you have me.

I just miss it so much.

I don't know what, I don't
even have anything to miss.

It's good. If you don't miss
anything, then you have it all.

It means I have nothing.

I want to miss something real.

JESUS FELL THE SECOND TIME

LET'S DANCE

JESUS AND VERONIKA

HE LOVED AND WAS LOVED

MOTHER. GRANDMOTHER.
SHE LOVED EVERYONE

DAUGHTER

I'll get something to drink!