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I brought it.

WANTED

Take it.
A bit to the right.

That'll do.

Over here, Hania.

Could you move it
a bit more to the left?

OK. Don't go in right now!
Oh, it's you, sir.

Odd thing, Mr. Rochowicz:
You're never in when I phone.

Not too keen to work, eh?

Excuse me sir, but I'm
working on the Dutch exposition.

You've met, I think?

Mr. Stanislaw Maria
Rochowicz, and...?

- Bogdan Adamiec.
- Artist and painter.

Sure we've met.

Mr. Rochowicz was responsible for
the decision to purchase this work.

According to Mr. Adamiec,

you've agreed to some alterations to your
picture bought... when was it?

In January. Sir, you were
in the commission yourself.

Are you crazy?

- Want to make over paintings?
- With respect, sir,

bringing in changes
was my own idea.

It's the black -
it's inappropriate.

I agonized, but now I see it.

It's not the black failing to stand out
against the blue - it's the blue

not resonating. Make over the blue, and
the black will go into the background.

I see.

Sir, I am responsible for
the gallery purchases

and I can't allow works to be
interfered with by a third party.

- A what party?
- Sorry,

of course, you're
not a third party,

but regulations
do not allow it.

I have my paints, easel, everything.
I'll fix it here.

Half an hour.

- Anyway, you promised.
- I did? When?

You forgot? I don't.

I remember on the way from
the Bristol bar to the Europejski.

You said:

if you want, my friend,

we can get into the museum
and paint the Grunwald canvas green.

That's what you said.
Then you bet me

you'd crawl a mile
on all fours.

How very interesting.

Mr. Adamiec, I withdraw
my objection.

You can re-paint your pictures
as you wish.

When this endeavor succeeds,
the whole nations will fall on knees,

you included, of course.

Visitors could be
most interested.

I paint what's
hanging on the wall.

Life is brought in to
a sleepy interior.

Hey, this isn't a sleepy interior.
It's a sculpture store-room.

Your canvas is in
a painting store-room.

What, no access to the public?

You think we display
purchased works?

No offence, but

museum purchases are
just to help artists.

Your painting was bought

not for people to see, but for you
to make a living.

That's shocking.

What you do is harmful.

You're depriving the public
of contact with modern art.

If you build the second wing,
I'll show your painting.

I want to serve the community.
This is the last time I sell to the museum.

- It sure is.
- How do you know it sure is?

Because I won't buy any more.

It's state money, you know.

Say a year from now you paint
the equivalent of the Mona Lisa

and I'll buy it - they'll ask:

why did you buy it?
I'll say: it's a masterpiece.

They'll say: we disagree.

It's been said you share
cash with Mr. Adamiec.

How will I explain it?

My thesis was
immediately confirmed.

We don't appreciate how much the public
has evolved culture-wise.

Of course we both know

it was not a some average guy,

but a sophisticated
individual.

So desperate was the need
to co-exist with art,

that the parched citizen didn't
hesitate to steal.

Did we search the whole
store-room? We did.

Is there another?
No.

Responsibility for the
store-room is yours.

You didn't take out the painting
and it didn't evaporated. So?

Wait till I talk to the press:

"Art-lover thief steals
Polish painting".

"Pictured below: Bogdan
Adamiec's latest works."

Heart attacks all around.

Whether you took
the picture or not,

failure to ensure security

constitutes professional
misconduct.

Fine. Give me an armed
guard company...

Too late.

I know. I wouldn't
have got it anyway.

Did you know that
there are statues

worth millions of zlotys

which atrophy because a few zlotys
can't be found for a guard?

- And here's me...
- That's irrelevant.

Don't get so worked up.

If you give back the picture,
the charges could be withdrawn.

Bu I didn't steal it.
Why would I need it?

No, please sit down.

You know why.

You wanted to sell it.

But no-one will buy this crap.
It's worthless.

Worthless?

How much do you
earn per month?

1600 zlotys.

1600 zlotys.

And a painting worth 20000 zlotys
is worthless, right?

The thief is a connoisseur,

very highly educated.

In a large store, he didn't glance
at the kitsch - he went straight

to a picture of great value.
You hear me?

We all know prices
in the "Bristol" and "Europejski"

just a quarter bottle of vodka
costs, well...

An art expert crawling
along Nowy Swiat...

...on all fours?

January 12.
Winter.

What kind of
behavior is that?

You see, I could issue a warrant
for your arrest straight away.

But our main aim is to...

stop Poland getting poorer through
illegal exportation of art.

So we want to give you
one last chance.

By 3 p.m. tomorrow you report
here with the painting,

or with your toothbrush.

And what's the penalty in law

if I can't come up with this
painting by 3 tomorrow?

Five years.

So I suggest you
start looking for it.

3 p.m., then.

It's not there, you understand?
The great masterpiece is not there.

- So...
- And I'm done for...

But you can't go to jail!

I can. And that's
the nightmare.

I have to tell you

that till today prison, for me,
was just a hollow sound,

a meaningless word.
And now, suddenly, bang.

Turns out to be a real place,
with barred windows,

an iron bed, on which you've got
to fold your blanket every morning.

My nerves won't stand it.
I've got to run away, disappear.

- Who's that?
- I'll go and see.

Adamiec! I'm finished!

I'll open it!

Don't you dare!
Pretend you're in bed!

Yes, just one moment,
I'll just get dressed.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Is Mr. Rochowicz in?
- My husband's not at home.

Who painted these?

My husband.

You like them?

They're crap.
I'm Adamiec,

- as you already know.
- How can I help you?

- You're the wife?
- Yes.

Have a chat with your husband.

We can do a deal.

I just need him to get me in touch
with the buyer.

What buyer?

Let's not kid each other.

Your husband didn't steal
the painting for himself,

- but for some sort of dealer.
- For who?

An art dealer.
In Paris, London,

wherever, it's not important.

The guy spotted
an opportunity,

saw straight away that the hand motif
was sensational.

I'll do him a whole
series of hands...

male, female, expressive, soothing,
in black, white - a whole show.

The whole country
will worship it.

10 per cent for your husband
and we're fixed up.

Just have Mr. Rochowicz get me
in touch with the other guy.

My husband's in a caf� round the corner.
Let's go.

I didn't realize at first...

what a great idea it was.

- Only saw it now.
- Let's go.

- I've already grounded the canvases.
- Right.

- Thirty of them.
- Right, right.

- One and half meters by two.
- I'm sure he's in the caf�.

What are you doing here?

- Crocheting.
- In my apartment?

Please leave,
or I'll call the police!

Not the police, please!

It's... you?

Sure. You didn't recognize me?

- No.
- Fine.

- That's just what I wanted!
- Are you crazy?

Look, if you didn't recognize me,
then no-one will, see?

I can go dressed up like this
for a month or two

until I've painted a copy
of Adamiec's picture.

- From memory?
- Why from memory? Look!

Here's the number,
dimensions, photo.

It won't occur to anyone
the picture's a fake

if it has all the right
stamps and signatures, see?

Then we'll smuggle the picture
into the museum, and that's it.

And if the police come, we'll say
you're my older sister.

- Why older?
- Don't be silly.

No.

I can't live here with you.

In the long run
people might suspect.

I've got to move out.

No, it doesn't need to be...

OK... do it this way...
Undo this, like so... wait...

This gentleman?

OK.

Excuse me, I wanted to ask...

- Yes, what?
- Good morning.

Well, how much do you want?

Me? Well, don't
know... maybe 500...

or three hundred and...

...eighty. Three hundred...

It's the 12th today and...

Ok, OK. Five hundred a month,
board and lodging. As for duties...

- cooking, cleaning, washing.
- And taking care of Sonia.

- OK. And who's Sonia?
- The doggy, Sonia.

- But she adores women.
- Yes. Could you come here a moment?

One moment. Sonia, wait.

Please wait!

We agree...
And your name, madam?

Stan... Maria.

And madam... I mean, Maria,
where did you work before?

- For the Rochowiczs. In Solec.
- Why did you leave?

Because... they separated.

But they were good to me
and pleased with my work.

- I can show references...
- Sorry...

So this is your treasure.
You made up your minds at last.

Not exactly a beauty, is she?
Congratulations.

I guess she'll have to take
her time off in the dark.

There's just one problem.
I've lost my identity card.

So what?

- I won't be able to change my residence.
- Fine. Oh... what?

Residence? You want to register
your residence at this address?

- Yes...
- In that case, goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- No, no!

Madam...

This lady...

Five years ago she
started work here.

Within a month, she
was registered here.

Then she gave up her job.

But not her accommodation.

- She's been with us ever since.
- Yes.

We moved to Krucza.
She moved with us,

Wilcza - she went too.
Now she's here.

Buy me a flat,
and I'll move out.

I'll kill her one day.

Go to the kitchen, Maria,
unpack and leave your things.

- OK, but where's the kitchen?
- Here. Breakfast's to be at seven.

Kasia, I had a nightmare.
I dreamt I was a woman.

No, that won't be enough.

Two of them, me, doggy...

Dammit - too much yeast.

You can let Sonia
off the lead.

She and Alex play
wonderfully.

- I'm worried she'll run off.
- She won't. Sonia's obedient.

If she goes out with
Mrs. Karpiel, that is.

I can't understand why the Karpiels
have such a huge dog.

- Must be a great love.
- Hardly.

They can't stand her.
But she's their income.

- Yeah?
- Yes. Sonia's a three-time champion.

Each of her puppies
is worth maybe 5000 zlotys.

- Wow.
- If she has four, five at a time...

...adds up to a tidy sum.

But the dog needs
its daily run.

I'm supposed to run with her?

Not that!

Hey, sit!

Alex!

Sit!

Please get her out immediately.
She'll catch cold.

Whose dog is this?

Mrs Karpiel will go nuts.

Come up with the canoe,
under the dog's belly, quick.

Come on, come, come.

Careful.
You'll scratch your legs.

Careful, just a minute,
please wait.

I'll just give you the belt
and everything will be fine.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Great.

Lovely dog, isn't it?

- It's a bitch.
- I know. I can tell the difference.

Some would even say
I was an expert.

- Oh yes?!
- Heavy dog, eh? Bitch, I mean.

Maybe 60 kilos.
Even heavier when she's wet.

I have a professional
proposition.

- Hey, leave me alone.
- No, please, listen!

Why are you so uncouth?
Are you from the deep provinces?

Listen, lay off me
or I'll sock you one.

Ooh, this girl's so touchy.
Listen, I'll make a man out of you.

You've heard of big careers,
trips abroad, living it up?

Listen, you want me
to call the police?

You heard of Lobcowna,
shot-put champion?

She's my work.

I coached her.

Oh-oh, storm's brewing.
Must take doggy home.

Had your run?
I certainly have.

- Hello, Rawicz here.
- I'd like to speak to Kasia.

- Certainly. Miss Kasia!
- Yes?

Is it for me?

- Hello...
- Kasia?

Ah, is that you?

Yes, listen, I made the dough,
but the noodles came out very hard.

What do you mean, hard?

Maybe it was plaster?
Go and check.

Plaster? Wait,
I'll have a look.

Hello, hello...

You fooling around?
Hello!

Kasia, my cutlets are on fire.
What's happened here?

Maybe you didn't
put oil in the pan?

Why? They were quite greasy.

That explains it.
Be we can't talk so long.

I've got a lot of work.

You think they
might be listening?

- Maybe you're right.
- Yeah, it's possible.

So long, then.

Thank you.

What's this?

- What?
- This.

- A shirt.
- Yes. My best one.

Sorry. I'll...
um... immediately...

Sonia, Sonia!

Sonia, Sonia!

Make sure it never
happens again.

- What's this?
- Yes, what's this?

Well go on, eat it.

No, no, I can't.

- We ought to fire her on the spot.
- Don't be silly...

...you won't find anyone cheaper in Warsaw.
She takes 500 zlotys.

She'll start stealing soon.

When I catch her
stealing, I'll fire her.

Go on, eat.

I can't.

- She'll take offence, like Genowefa, and go.
- What about you? You ate it?

No, I hid it in the bookcase.

When she takes the dog
out, I'll throw it out.

No, no. I just can't.

Here you go, doggy.

Hey, stop kidding around.
You'll poison the dog.

- Excuse, don't you who this is?
- Who is it?

It's me, you know, the little girl
who used to live in your flat.

Wrong number.

Hello, Mrs. Rochowicz.
It's Stasia.

I know you very well.

I know you have a scar
after surgery.

And that you use cream
on night F18.

Robert?
Is that you?

Which Robert?

My doctor, you idiot.

Doc...?
That's good.

What did you want?

See you.

I've heard some noise.
Who is there?

- No-one.
- But I heard, there's someone here.

- No. Maybe the neighbours. Sorry.
- But I did hear...

Hello.

Oh it's you. Yes, I reported a couple of
months back, we don't get hot water.

Can you come today?

- Of course. We've got an appointment...
- No, no thank you.

...so I'm coming, aren't I?

Great. Though,
just a minute...

- You can't come today?
- What?

Mum might be
watching the house.

Maybe we'd better
meet in the park.

It's nicer. Well, you know
why it's nicer in the park.

- What about the faucet?
- What faucet?

Oh, the hot water tap.
I'll bring it with me.

- Sweetness personified.
- I don't follow you. First you say...

...careful with the taps, and now you
want to come over in broad daylight?

You trying to be funny?
Do your own plumbing, lady.

Hello!

Hello!

Maria, get me a serviette.
They're in the bottom drawer.

Thank you.

- Sir, I...
- No excuses.

Who was there with
you last night?

- With me?
- Yes.

- My brother.
- Your brother. Well today, he won't be.

I'll be there.

But...

Maria, Maria, it's..
Sir, open up.

Come in.

It's no use anguishing.
It's clear cut.

There's no point in calling
the police, they won't prove anything.

Yes, if she stole it,
she'll have hidden it outside...

...somewhere, for sure.

We'll just fire her.
I'll bring another one tomorrow.

I've got one in mind. Younger.
I think cleaner, too.

Are you crazy? It's a gold ring
with a genuine precious stone.

Maybe she's got it on her.

- I'll search her.
- Yes, yes. I'll do it.

Come on, she's going to strip
in front of you? I'll do it.

Maria!

Please follow me.

And?

And nothing.
Can't fault her.

- Did you fire here?
- No.

How come?
And the ring?

It's there somewhere.
It'll turn up.

- Anyway, who gives a damn about it.
- What do you mean, who gives a damn?

It was small.
And old.

- It was an antique.
- Oh for heaven's sake.

Jesus Mary! Wiesiek! Wiesiek!
Maria's gone! Run away, or what?

Yeah, gone.
Must have run away.

But the ring turned up.

Suicide is not enough, moron.

That's settled.

We simply don't want to leave
Tony by himself.

He's a nervous child.
And Maria,

please be careful.
Your predecessor was a bit...

...under-developed physically.
While Tony is physically...

- ...quite advanced.
- Yeah. Too advanced, maybe.

I'd advise you to
wear tall boots.

- Tall boots?
- Yes.

Sometimes he bites
the ankles...

Honey, what are you talking about?
She's gonna believe you.

Everything's gonna be fine.
And we are going to the theater.

Oh Maria, please...

please put him to bed at...

...around nine and read...
if possible...

- Possible?
- If you know how to read.

Of course.
And read what?

There are fairy
tales on his shelf.

And please fix it
as best you can.

Better read
"Playboy" with him.

Eh, you hear?

Come over here.
Here, here.

Come on, shift your ass...

Jesus, what a...
Stands there staring.

Never seen a radio?

Don't touch!

I said don't touch, dammit.

This is technical equipment.

Costs a lot of money.
Come here.

Come on, up, up.

It's not a holiday.

I'm off to the movies.
Half eight.

You're supposed to say,
for half past eight.

OK, OK. I'm off.

- No, you can't go the cinema.
- How come?

You mother said you're
to be in bed by nine.

And you'll read me
fairy stories, right?

Bullshit.

- What did you say?
- Bullshit.

Listen, Antony. It's not nice
to speak like that.

And you're gonna teach me
manners, right? No way!

- I'm going to the movies.
- Wait, wait. I've already told you

your mother doesn't allow it.
You'll go to bed.

If you touch me,
I'll tell mum.

And she'll throw
you out on your ass.

Pick it up.

Good.

Oh you...

That was manners, lesson one.

- Understand?
- I got you.

What's the time now?
Look at your watch.

- Twelve.
- What time is it. Twelve?

Then you've got be here
by twelve fifty!

- Here under this hoarding, OK?
- OK.

So OK, go!

- Hello!
- Hi!

Listen, if you were to look after
my Tony, one day in two, and I...

...took care of your buggy, we'd have
every other day free for ourselves.

I'm worried I wouldn't cope.

No problems. Tony is a typical
product of our times.

He can either be bought, or terrorized.
Then he's meek as a lamb.

I see. You'd have
a date every other day.

- Well... not necessarily.
- Why not?

Maybe I prefer girls?

Ah well, on our course...

we had a talk on sexual deviations,
but I've never met one.

I was just kidding.

Well, 'cause the way you're sitting
by me I feel, well, a bit...

- What do you feel?
- No, no, leave it out...

Now what were we...?
Oh yes, my course.

Well - you should
definitely enroll.

I worked out I'll have so much
cash after two years,

I can afford to study...

- ...history of art.
- History of art. What for?

What do you mean?
Got to advance, haven't we?

- Good morning, Maria.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Could I have a word?

What are you doing here?

I've changed jobs.
I'm working for the Goreckis.

How come?

Because I have feeling Mrs. Karpiel
began to suspect. Actually...

I wasn't sure, by the end,
that she didn't know...

- Didn't know what?
- Well, that I'm not really a woman.

But don't worry.
Guess what,

- I get a thousand a month now.
- You're kidding.

No, really. But this is even better.
Look what I've got for you.

Is that the cafe?

Can you ask the guy over? The one that's
been waiting several days for a call.

Gallery here.
Individual sighted.

Female.

Not too close, though.

Painting is to be appreciated
from a few paces. Dear lady!

I'm sorry I startled you.
Allow me.

Bogdan Adamiec.
This is my work.

I know...

- How do you know?
- Well, because you introduced yourself.

Ah, yes.
Back from shopping?

- What is your proffession?
- Housekeeper.

Outstanding! How long are you
interested in painting?

I mean... I just walked by...
and I liked it...

Good God...

shame the news people aren't here.
Could you come tomorrow?

I'll call a friend from the radio.
I might even manage to get

the Film News.
We could repeat the scene.

You see, madam, I run into this
kind of thing all the time

but no-one believes me.

I understand, but you know,
tomorrow it could be... crowded,

- so could you give me your autograph today?
- You're welcome.

- Make it like the one on the painting, OK?
- Of course.

And how do you stop the glaze
from reflecting?

I layer it on with
a palette-knife.

For the glaze, I mix oil with turps
and get philosophical depth...

You see, it erodes the frontier
between viewer and canvas.

These hands seem to reach out
to the viewer...

- Excuse me, did you see anyone?
- Who?

- A woman.
- What woman?

God, again they
won't believe me.

So, Tony, what do you want
to be when you grow up?

- A hustler.
- A what?

You know, businessman.

Tolek's dad deals in foreign currency.
Makes loads of money.

Maybe they make out OK, short term.
But they lack respectability.

I'm sure Tolek's ashamed of his parents.
He must be.

You may be strong,
but you sure are dumb.

Just watch what
you're saying, OK?

What planet are you living on?

Do you know Tolek gets
top grades in everything?

So he's a good student...

Bullshit. Other guys write him crib
sheets in exchange for gifts.

Yeah? He'll regret
it later on...

'cause gifts, son , are no substitute
for education.

They are. He'll give
out backhanders.

Don't bullshit
me, it's boring.

I'm bored.

He's bored.

Tony,

I made you a catapult.

Look out.
Don't hit anyone.

OK. Hold on.

Run...

- Hello!
- Hi.

- You made me wait in this heat.
- But...

You should be ashamed.

Sorry, I really couldn't.
Never mind, I'll cool you down.

- Wait, you'll get a nice spray.
- I don't want a nice spray.

- See? Cooler already.
- Leave me alone. No...

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

It's good that you're here.

- If you could come with me...
- No, I'll sit here.

Just a few words.
I wanted to tell you something.

- No, no.
- Stop being so difficult.

- No, no.
- Just two words.

Not cooking dinner
today, Maria?

- Where did you get that wig from?
- I bought it.

- Bought it, right. For whose money?
- My own, actually.

- Yeah... your own.
- Please tell Mrs. Gorecka...

...I accept the invitation...

...to Mr. Rawicz's reception.

- Who's Rawicz?
- He runs the office where I work.

- No, no way!
- Don't be silly.

All right, I'll tell her.
My regards to Mr. Rawicz.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Good bye.

What got into you?

- You wouldn't understand. Jealousy.
- So you weren't joking.

- How do you do it with each other?
- Do what?

- You know, girl with girl.
- Don't talk nonsense. Maniac!

Wow, Mr. Rawicz, sir...

- Sorry.
- No problem.

- Excuse me, isn't madame too hot?
- No, quite the contrary.

- Maybe I can bring madame a coat?
- That's not necessary.

I could maybe bring
tea or coffee.

- You'd like some, wouldn't you?
- No, no.

And no to orange juice.
Or tomato, or grapefruit.

I've got lemon juice,
perhaps you'd like...

- Just a minute, Maria.
- Yes sir?

- A word in your ear.
- Yes.

You have a service room here?

Any chance of
borrowing the key?

- Out of the question, no.
- I'll give you 100.

- 100? That's all that lady's worth?
- Well, how much then?

No, no money. Did you know
she's a married woman?

- Yes, I heard about that case.
- Well there you are.

Did you know, she loves
her husband very much?

Yes, I heard about the husband.
Some sort of crook, isn't he?

Well, not a crook,
necessarily.

He was accused unfairly.

He's a very fine,
very good man.

And there's no reason why
you should carry on like this.

Don't bother me with all this.

All right, Mr. Rawicz. If you
won't leave that lady alone...

You leave me alone, will you?

Alright. Just a moment, please.

Look!

You won't need to clean.

Won't need to cook.
I eat out.

Won't need to wash.

- You have a fianc�?
- No.

They all say that,
then it turns out they do.

But I don't mind.

Except you're to receive him
only in your room.

Only in your room.

Alright, but what are
my duties then?

There'll be some work, of course.
But most importantly, you must...

...keep your mouth shut.

Not a word about me to anybody.
Anybody.

And on account are you to come
anywhere near the bathroom.

- Where will I shave, er, wash?
- What do you mean where?

There's a tap in the kitchen.
The WC is separate.

Now, the duties.

Here's a map of the city.

All food stores are marked.

Every morning you'll
take a big bag,

go to five stores and buy 5 kilos
of sugar and some yeast in each.

Of course, you go
to each shop once only.

If you run out of
shops in this district,

you'll have to go further out.

Understood?

And that's all?

- How much is the sugar, then?
- 520 zlotys.

Here you are.

- There you are.
- Thanks very much.

- But who'll carry that for you?
- Oh... me... I've... it's not far.

- It's so heavy. Want a hand?
- No, thank you... goodbye.

What's this?

I bought two bags,
in case we ran out.

I gave you clear instructions

no more than five
kilos per shop.

Did I say that, or not?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Now you've done harm to
Polish scientific research.

I'm working on an
important invention.

It's to do with calculating
the sugar content in sugar,

depending on underground
radiation in a given area.

Say, after it's
been on the shelves

in one store for one year,

sugar has 80 per cent
sugar content.

In another, it might have
90 per cent sugar content.

And saccharin, that'll
have 500 per cent.

Quiet...

500 per cent sugar content.

Thanks to my invention,
we'll get to a stage,

where we won't need to plant
sugar-beet at all.

There'll be so much sugar...

...in sugar...

Five kilos of sugar, please.

Five for me, please.

No, make it six.

Hum... yes...

Hey, take it easy, lady,
for God's sake!

- Sorry.
- You want to sit down, then ask.

We'll squeeze in here.

- There we go. Good grief!
- Leave me alone.

What's the point
of being polite?

You know, one woman...
I gave up my seat

she bawled me out.

Another, before the war,
gave her my seat,

- have to pay alimony to this day.
- That's how it is.

- Keep your hands off my bag.
- If you could...

Me nothing. Your briefcase got
caught up in my bag.

- So go and...
- What you need...

...is a lesson
from the police.

- Listen, if I didn't...
- What?

Hey! Wait...

- Just a minute.
- Let go!

Your bag!

Professor!

Professor!

Professor!

Quiet... What's the matter?
For Christ's sake!

Is someone at the door?

No, no-one. I'm simply not going
to travel by tram or bus any more.

Every time I get on
something happens.

OK, OK, Maria. These things can be
fixed. I'll think of something.

- Professor, I lied to you.
- How?

About that fianc�...

I mean, I haven't
got one, but...

I have a girlfriend.
Could she come visit me?

OK.

But she mustn't go
round the flat.

She's got to go
straight to your room.

- Right.
- Right.

- We'll lock ourselves in.
- Right.

Why do you need so much sugar?

The professor needs
it for experiments.

How's your work?

Mr. Rawicz...

- ...had an accident.
- Get away.

- What happened?
- Got hit by something.

Well, well.
Accidents do happen.

- So what's he doing now?
- He's in hospital.

Ooh, I sympathize.

Good. That's alright then.

Oh, I've got money for you.
My monthly pay.

- It'll go towards the new flat.
- Good.

What have you done?!

You just put one pack of sugar
after another into the bag, right?

Yes,

but I took notes...
which sugar from which store.

For example this one's from Delikatesy,
and this is from Super-Sam.

This is from Hoza,

- this is from Wilcza...
- Maria! Maria!

Didn't anyone find
this suspicious?

Did anyone follow you?

Anyone walk after you?
Watch you?

No! Why?

Maria! Understand, I need to

keep my experiments
top secret.

No-one must know.

I thought you
wanted to know...

- ...the sugar content in sugar...
- Sugar content in sugar...

But the point is the radioactivity,
which can impact on...

you wouldn't
understand anyway.

Maria, I've said
once and for all,

five kilos of sugar,
and home!

- Home! You understand?
- All right.

Take it off my wages...

- ...and I'll throw out the sugar.
- No! I'll throw it out.

- What's going on there?
- I'm going! I'm going!

I'm just going, sir.

What happened, Maria?

Nothing, sir.
I've got toothache.

Well then...

...take a painkiller.

I'm off now.

Back this evening.

Fine, sir.

I just forgot...
What's this?!

- What's this?
- I...

I won't tell anyone.

I'd had suspicions, but I didn't know,
it was on an industrial scale.

You're dead right
you won't...

you won't be able to.

Stay here!

Maria...

Maria! Come out of there!

Come out!

Please, please.
Come out.

Please, Maria, I've
thought it through.

There's one way out.

- There's one way out!
- What?

You'll become my wife.

- Me?!
- Yes.

You'll become my wife!

Well, what's the problem?
I'm not attractive enough?

- No, no, it's just...
- Well! Silence! Well, what?!

I'll be good to you.

Really.

But it's impossible.

Why impossible? I'm asking
for your hand in marriage.

- It's impossible.
- Why impossible?

- Because I can't!
- Why not?

Why can't you?

That's why!

Brilliantly carried out!

Brilliantly carried out!

You were... are an officer?

Please.

Here you are.
Please, Maria,

or rather, lieutenant.
Call the flying squad. Please.

Oh well, had to
happen sometime.

I'll take some
carrots as well...

Got some very nice
tomatoes, Maria.

- Maybe tomorrow!
- Maria! We've got fresh lettuce!

No, no, thank you.

Maria! Over here! Cherries...
try some. Very tasty, aren't they?

- Nice, eh? Want a kilo or so?
- No, no... be back tomorrow. Thanks.

Maria, if you'll hold on with lunch
till Sir gets in.

Excuse me for asking,
but what does Sir do?

My husband?

He's a director by profession.

Now I wanted to announce
officially to my colleagues here,

well, in the first place, to thank you
for, you know, our co-operation...

and announce that, regrettably,
I'm moving to a new job.

I've been entrusted with
a highly responsible sector.

I will now be employed
at the cen...

Yes... Central
Town-Planning Institute...

Many thanks.

- So what are you doing now, then?
- Building towns.

Building towns...
Well, OK, but...

- ...how much will you get, eh?
- More than in waterworks, for sure.

More than in waterworks?
All that restructuring?

The restructuring...

- was in the cement works.
- What's the difference?

There is a difference...

it was a tricky situation
because there...

...you could work out how much
debt the savings would cause.

Here, I don't sign anything.

You know something?

That's probably better.

Listen...

...just don't forget what
you were told by...

- you know... him... then.
- What was that?

That you've only got
provincial industry left.

Well that's fine!

Well I'm not moving
from Warsaw.

You think provincial industry
is in the provinces?

In the provinces.

It's based here, next
to our institute.

- Here, in Warsaw?
- Of course!

Sure. What are
you worried about?

I've only just started work.

Next month,
I overhaul everything.

And do you know how long it takes
to build a town?

Three years.

And then the faults, complaints.
Four years, easy.

Don't say anything
when she's around.

What'll she understand.
She's a peasant.

Maybe you're right.

What are these?

Co-operative skyscrapers.

Sir!

- Yes?
- That's the lake!

Oh, well in that
case, no, no...

No! It's all right!

We'll put the lake here
and let this stay in the greenery.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me, there's a man from work
wants to see you. Shall I let him in?

Yes, yes.

Come in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm very sorry, sir,

you didn't sign the invoices.
Accounts can't pay out.

Excuse me for lying down.
Take a seat.

Oh, well let what's his-name,
Kownacki, sign these.

But you're the beneficiary.

Let's see!

Payment will be made to you
on this basis.

And what's it for?

Remuneration for adjustments
to the town-planning project.

- Oh yes, that! Fine.
- Yes, that!

Well, how are things?

- Fine, sir, fine.
- Any personal difficulties?

- No.
- Everything's fine?

Fine.

- Here you are.
- Here you are.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Thank you, partner. Goodbye.

You know, I think...

...you shouldn't do
all that writing.

You should go for
the spoken word.

Remember what you
were told by...?

- Well, what?
- You know very well.

No. I've got to write this.

It's not so hard,
I've got a good introduction...

I'll read it to you.

The challenges posed by life

in managing useable terrain

have augmented
the construction process.

One example of such expansion

may be the urbanization project
for the Michalow district,

which - and here...

...I can't find
the right word -

doesn't agree,

quarrels, it's
sort of against...

- Clashes.
- Clash... Yes! The concept clashes with...

actually... no.
It clashes with a...

...bigger, broader...

- all-inclusive...
- ...all-inclusive concept,

outlined in
February last year.

Maria!

Yes sir?

- Were you prompting me?
- Anything wrong?

No, that's not the point. Where
did you get such words, and - you know?

You bring so much stuff home,
when I'm done cooking, I read a bit.

Did you read this article?

Oh, this nonsense, yes!

Guy wants to pull down 19th century
buildings and put up beer stands.

Not beer stands, Maria -
retail outlets.

Innovation. What's
obsolete gets axed.

What's the point of innovation where
the obsolete holds its own?

These obsolete buildings will outlive
a number of modern estates.

Anyway, it's the idea of demolishing
19th century buildings that's obsolete.

Modern thinking treats them on a par
with 18th century constructions.

Especially as architecture
at the start of the 20th century

offers a number of great examples
of secession...

Maria?

Yes, well, I know Polish secession
is a far cry from Odessa, Vienna.

- Too much harking back to Classicism.
- Maria!

- Sorry... The soup will burn.
- No, no, no! Sit down!

Well, Maria, the
second thing is,

this article of mine,
with which you gave me hand...

I got 2800 zlotys for it.

I think, if we
split it in half

and you take your 1800 zlotys,
that'll be fair. OK?

- That'll be our...
- Fine... thank you very much.

Right! Now there's
a second thing.

We could write more articles...
together, as it were.

But I'm just thinking...

we'd need to think up

some sort of subject...
meanwhile...

There's Maria!

Thank you very much, Maria.

You certainly
stirred things up!

Provincial industry,
here we come.

What happened?

This happened.
You thought up this...

...urbanization concept.
This... how do you call it...

new concept of immersing historic
buildings into the urban landscape.

In my opinion, it's
a good concept.

- It is.
- Very good. My own words.

Too good.
There's been a row.

Did you read what
the media say?

Of course. They're in favor.
Think it's a town planning revolution.

And who the hell asked you...

to make a revolution...

in town planning?

There's been such a fuss, we're
getting architects, consultants.

People I've never heard of.

Congratulating
and what have you.

Now TV's coming.
Interview tomorrow.

That�s great! They've always interviewed
everyone except you.

Doesn't either of
you get the point?

So many years,
I was sitting quietly.

No-one bothered me...

Never got involved.

I know people who had concepts.
They don't have them anymore.

No, no, no.
I disagree.

We have to take it all back.
And Maria personally...

...will deny everything!

But I don't know how.
And you're such an expert.

It's true. You're
a great speaker.

Sure, I can speak generally.

Give the international
background.

But the details are
your job, Maria.

At the interview, you'll be...

my... how would you say...

helper in these
knowledge things...

- Consultant.
- That's it. Consultant.

I'll explain everything.

You'll change into my clothes.

They'll fit perfectly.
Because you can't be...

...my consultant as a woman -

as, well - Maria...

...a domestic. They'd laugh
when they found out later.

Let me wear this, put on that.
We'll get your hair cut.

- Yes, but...
- Maria, there's no big problem.

When I was a director
in that whatsit...

Estrada, we played at
this all the time.

Off you go, please,
get changed.

- OK, but...
- Maria, there's no "but"!

I won't give in
to female whimsy.

How long can she
take to change?

Shit, there's something wrong.

The hair?

That's how men wear it these days.
Especially artists.

Walk up and down the room...

No...
Hands in pockets, please.

No... Sit down, please...

No... A man wouldn't
sit like that.

But of course! When a man walks,
he walks like that.

When he sits,

it has to be like that!

Right!

Maybe the tie's not right?

Quit interrupting,
or I'll go crazy.

Maria, put on a tie.

Not that one!

Choose a tie!

Right!

- This one!
- Yes.

...so fine. You see?

But the suit's wrong.

Good!

Go to the kitchen, please,
and bring the big trunk from the closet.

There's a suit I've got there
from when I was director in Szczecin.

Right, right, right.

If the silly cow's broken her leg,
that'll be the end...

- What's this?
- Why didn't you get changed?

- I'm asking, what is this?
- A painting. What's the problem?

Where did you get it?

Maria, this is not the moment
to discuss paintings.

- Why didn't you get changed?
- Where did you get this?

Maria, I don't know
where I got it.

Where's this painting from?

Remember, when you were director
of the Museums Directorate.

There was this client...

Where did it come from?

What?

This, this painting.

Oh, that!

There was a bare wall, so I had
something put up from the store-room.

Well, what's the problem?

So no-one stole it?

What?

No-one stole it.

I had it taken down
when I saw

it was putting off clients.
What's bugging you?

You didn't sign a receipt?

Maria. As director, I'm not
going to sign receipts to myself.

- Why are you not dressed?
- Ah, yes.

What's her problem.

Maria!

Maria! Maria!
Come out. Maria!

Maria, it's Sir!
Open up this minute.

Yes.

Very good.

- What?
- Excellent disguise.

- Very good.
- Goodbye to you both.

The glasses, brilliant, Maria.
Maria, come over here...

No. I'm afraid I'm going.

- Going where?
- Home.

- What home?
- My home, my wife.

- You have a wife?
- Of course.

- Children?
- Not yet, but I'm sure I will.

Lila darling! Now all you need to do,
is find Maria a good surname...

- I already have one.
- What's that?

- Stanislaw Maria Rochowicz.
- Excellent! Excellent! Just right!

- Goodbye!
- Maria!

Maria!

How can I get to Powisle?

Straight down
the Lazienkowska!

Is it you? My worn-out sweetheart!
You at last!

What's happening here?

I've moved our things
to our new apartment.

Did the police tell you
the charges have been dropped?

- They said something, but...
- It's all been cleared up.

- And why didn't you tell me?
- Maria, please, don't get upset...

Don't call me Maria!
Please don't do that!

OK, OK... listen...

Listen to what?

Why didn't you tell me?

- I'm asking again.
- What, didn't I tell you?

- Of course not.
- Well listen.

Remember? You said,
when we're on solid ground,

you'll be able to do all that research,
and when you've done the thesis...

we'll have a kid, and if you
did a bit of work as a domestic...

- A domestic?
- Yeah... just mornings...

you'd have afternoons free!

Are you crazy? What
are you talking about?!

You want to humiliate me?

For a few extra rags?
A few extra cast-offs?

Denigrate me like that...

Half a year I work
in unknown households...

- making a fool of myself.
- Please, come!

- We'll go to Saska Kepa!
- Leave me alone!

- Leave in me in peace!
- Come along! You'll see the flat.

And? Will that calm me down?
It won't!

Stop!

First of all explain to me

- why you didn't tell me.
- I did!

- You didn't tell me!
- I did!

You told me nothing.

Half a year I've been a moron,

changing clothes in strange houses,
making up...

Stop! Stop!

Quiet...

You can move out.

Nice, eh?

Pleasant breeze...

- now right...
- Why right? I'm heading straight!

- Why straight?
- Because I want to go straight!

But why?
If we go right...

- It'll be quicker.
- Sit. Don't lean out. OK?

- Horrible! I won't allow it.
- We'll be faster anyway.

- Leave the wheel! Don't touch!
- Nice car... Excellent!

- What kind of braking's that?
- Normal!

- You want it to break down?
- No... just...

Stop.

- Go on take...
- OK, OK.

That's right!

- A bit harder.
- There!

Take the hood.

- Don't pull!
- Do it up!

- Look at the time.
- So what?

So nothing!

What a car.

The man...

- ...must be a good hustler.
- Sure!

Hello! Hello!

What's your problem,
taking short cuts?

Riding over people's legs...

I'll show you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.