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OK. Keep driving straight.

A crossing.

Good.

So it's not your first time?

It's my third.

Well then,

third time lucky.

Fucking police, fucking police, fucking police, fucking...

Sorry.

Well...

So far so good.

Let's go back to the test centre.

Okay.

Fucking police, fucking police, fucking police, fucking...

I'm so sorry.

- What was that? - He pulled out, I had to go around him.

- It's a solid line before a junction. - I'm sorry.

Move over, the test's over.

But it's his fault.

Please get out of the car.

What are you looking at?

Fucking hell, stop that!

Third time! Third fucking time!

Don't touch the girl!

- Is she a psycho or what? - Fuck off!

I'll fuck you up!

- It's a test, I'm recording everything. - Great, then I'll have the evidence.

- You drove out in front of me. - Leave the girl!

I'm sorry.

Fuck off!

Or I'll call the police. Now!

I'm sorry.

Get in the car.

So the exam is still on?

Are you fucking kidding?

Get in the car!

You can take it in another area.

[FATHER - IRELAND]

| work in transport.

| drive trucks.

Cool.

- Goska! - I'd love to go to Brazil.

Might be hard by truck.

How did you manage?

Like a whore in the rain.

Fuck.

I've told you not to leave the trash there!

Why aren't you at school?

Ola!

Take this.

Fuck, bro.

What did you eat?

Didn't I tell you not to pig out on kebabs?

Do you have to talk such rubbish?

It's better than breathing in the stink, right bro?

| need a hundred and fifty zlotys.

For what?

For the test.

| already gave it to you.

But I failed.

Why?

Because I suck.

Ok, pick him up.

OK.

Will you give it to me or not?

Ask your dad. I can't afford it.

He can't find out that I failed.

Maybe driving just isn't for you.

Thanks for the encouragement.

Since you've failed so many times...

- And you succeed at everything first time? - 1,500 for the course...

Four tests... 600.

Move.

Since when did you get so good at maths?

We've managed without a car so far

and it'll be an expense, right?

Don't worry, it's not your money.

We don't need one.

We don't!

Because it's a car for me!

Get it?

It's a gift for me.

A gift!

He promised me.

I'm sorry, champ.

Relax.

Maybe you enjoy being stuck here,

but Pawel and I want to see the world.

Right, bro?

Yes.

Fist bump.

Move.

Our old man isn't going to drive us around, is he?

Not 'your old man', but dad.

And no he won't. He's working hard SO you can eat... and smoke! Get it?

You have to tell him!

I will.

When he gets his ass over here!

Yo.

Hi.

Yo.

Hi, kiddo.

What's up?

Shouldn't you be at school?

And you?

Sasha, you were supposed to finish 15 fucking minutes ago!

Lolek!

Can I work today?

Okay. Get changed, you can help this dumb-ass.

Ola!

If there's an inspection, pretend you speak Russian.

For today.

Thanks.

Aren't you too young to smoke?

And what's the right age?

It says eighteen on the pack,

but that's the EU standard

and what do they know?

| need a favour.

- Sasha, why are you pissing me off? - Sorry, boss.

Pick it up.

Sorry.

Well?

Can you keep it for me a bit longer?

How long?

| failed the test.

My father will only send the cash after I show him my driving license.

That's the deal.

How is he?

No idea.

We have a deal, he knows nothing about me and vice versa.

Fair enough.

Tell him that if he wants to come back...

Fucking police, fucking police, fucking police, fucking...

- What's up? - Hello Ola.

When will you be back?

What's happened?

| got a call from Ireland.

Father?

No.

Show me the number.

- For fuck's sake. - What's he saying?

SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU TO DREAM ABOUT.

WANNA SEND ME SOMETHING TOO?

Next!

Mum!

Your husband hasn't been registered at the Employment Centre for seven years.

Because he worked over there...

legally.

You need to send us the death certificate

and the district head needs to agree to receive the body in his area.

Then you'll have to speak to the cemetery manager,

and then it'll be... fine.

And this death certificate...

How do I get it?

From the place where he died.

And...

can someone send it to us?

Well... the person who'll take care of it.

How much will it cost?

I'll write you permission and you'll be fine.

| have school!

And I don't speak English!

Mum...

| can't, I'm not even eighteen yet. I've never been on a plane!

| can't afford to pay a stranger to take care of it.

And we need to bring him here.

We're not letting your father lie God knows where.

You have to bring him home.

The funeral allowance will cover the tickets

and you'll get some kind of insurance.

Or you can use the money he was saving for you.

Will you do it?

Do it for me.

How are you holding up?

OK.

Yeah, right.

It's fucked up.

It is fucked up.

He's fucked us all.

Especially me.

What?

My father... with this car thing.

Stop it. He's dead.

Exactly.

All the money he saved up for me will be wasted on his funeral.

You're fucked up.

He was your father.

Part-time.

- Wanna share? - Sure.

Best to get a carton now, I've heard they're expensive as fuck over there.

I'm quitting anyway.

I've got no cash.

Look.

Oh fuck.

He's hot!

I'm not sure. He's got a sort of potato face.

Hardcore.

What should I do?

Return the favour.

- How? - I don't know... send him your tits.

Can I send him yours?

Yeah, right.

One ticket to the airport.

No bottles on board.

- And now? - Hop on.

But there are no toilet breaks.

You'll be ok.

Don't cry.

| never cry.

Are you fucking getting on, or what?

KAROL: WANNA SEND ME SOMETHING TOO? CAN YOU COME OUTSIDE?

KAROL: HOT!

- Where are you from anyway? - From Lomza.

- Where the fuck is that? - Head north-east, McDonald's is on the left.

Doesn't ring a bell.

- From Lomza? - From Lomza.

- My brother-in-law is from Lomza. - What's his name?

Excuse me, is this the "Mazurek" employment agency?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Can't you see there's a queue? - We're all waiting!

I'm on a break.

It's getting late and | need to get this done.

Everybody does. Please leave.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Soon.

- Come back when you are, then. - It's not about work, it's about my father.

Can't he come by himself?

He's not able to.

Why?

He's dead.

Krzysztof Hudzik, he worked for you.

We don't employ people.

With an "H"...

Found him.

Krzysztof Sebastian Hudzik?

Sebastian?

| didn't know that was his middle name.

We recently found him a job at Dublin Shipping.

Right.

And he had an accident there.

We had nothing to do with it.

| know.

So what do you want?

Help me find him and handle the paperwork.

Then go to his work, or the hospital.

- I don't know where it is. - You don't know where your father worked?

Fine, hold on.

- Excuse me... - I'm on a break!

- And this lady? - This lady is just leaving.

My wife

she paints them for me

from memory.

Identification, utilization and legalization.

What?

Hospital, funeral home and consulate... in that order.

And this is the address they've taken him to.

You need a map?

Four euros.

I've already got one.

So, welcome to Ireland.

What the fuck? Fifty zlotys for a pack of smokes?

Hello?

Hi, it's me.

All good?

Yes.

| mean...

No, it's not good.

It is how it is.

You'll handle it.

Mum...

Did my father have any distinguishing marks?

Dad.

You mean like a mole or...?

Yeah.

He had a mole on his buttock.

- Seriously? - Definitely there.

Fuck.

Polska, pierogi!

Hi, it's me.

Were you successful?

You think it can be done just like that?

I'm confused, who's seventeen here, me or you?

Be nice for a change.

| sent you an e-mail with a temporary death certificate.

Why temporary?

| don't know, maybe they'll change their minds.

What?

I'm sorry.

You'll need to take it to the office,

and get permission from the district head for him to be buried in our area.

- Can I hear you smoking there? - No.

I can hear you.

What?

You're breathing loudly.

Well, I was running.

Don't lie to me.

Fucking hell.

That was your last one.

How do you know I threw it away?

| just know.

Ok, let me know when you get it done.

He's got nothing saved up.

His account is empty.

He lied to me.

Maybe he kept it in his room?

- Where is that? - The workers' hostel.

Do you have the address?

Why would I?

You're his wife, aren't you?

I'm sorry.

I'll handle it. Hopefully the money's there.

Or I'll be coming back with an empty urn.

What?

He needs to be cremated.

How?

We have to burn his body.

It's cheaper to transport.

Out of the question!

Mum, it's either that or paying three thousand euro.

Can you do the maths?

It's over twelve thousand zlotys.

The priest won't agree to bury his ashes!

I invited the neighbours, what will they say at church?

Mum, I don't give a fuck about the priest and people in the church.

| know you got used to me doing everything you tell me to,

but I am fucking seventeen.

Get it?

Watch your language, ok?

So give me some time to sort out this shit

that my father has done for half my life.

| should have gone.

Bye!

Hi!

Can you help me?

Get out of here.

Hold on a second.

What the hell is this?

| need help.

- Get out or I'll call the police. - They told me at the site...

that I won't get money because of an issue with the papers.

- I can't do this by myself! - I'll tell them you're stalking me.

Get the fuck out.

Now.

Fine.

What are you doing?

I'll run and tell everyone that you abused me.

You see that?

Fine, shut the door, I'm in a hurry.

Fasten your seatbelt, please.

- Will you take a look? - Don't get too informal.

How often do you do it?

What?

What? Blackmail people?

That was my debut.

You could have just asked.

| did.

Asking isn't only about the words, it's also the tone you use.

You act like you're entitled to everything.

I'm sorry.

Apologizing is also about the tone.

I'm sorry.

He was working someone else's shift?

Yeah.

Then you're fucked.

Can anything be done?

Can you read in English?

It clearly says the case is closed.

He didn't die because it wasn't his shift, but because it's dangerous there.

Do you have any proof?

- I was there. - So what?

You'd have to have your own photos, expert statements, anything.

Even if you're right, you can't sue them for damages.

Maybe for poor working conditions.

They won't release the body

because the coroner will reopen the investigation.

| can't afford to transport the body anyway, I told you that.

Didn't I tell you not to get too informal with me?

He doesn't speak Polish?

He does.

But my wife insists that English should be his first language

so we speak to him in English.

Aren't you too young to smoke?

And what's the right age?

To smoke? None.

You just die sooner.

My old man smoked and look at him.

Are you normal?

I'm not.

And it's his fault.

| wouldn't want my kid to talk about me like that.

Me neither.

So, take care.

Call me if you ever need a job.

| won't need it.

Then don't call.

Fucking police, fucking police, fucking police, fucking...

What do you want?

Yo, are you ok?

What?

I'm worried, you've not been at school, so I thought...

I'm not at school because I'm in fucking Ireland.

- What? - My father died.

So I'm not really in the mood for nudes, sorry.

Unless you want some pics from the cremation.

And a tip: if you want to see my tits, do it in person.

Good evening.

I'm

Ola?

Ola? Krzysztof's kid?

Careful with all that English, or they'll think you're the manager.

- Hi. - Hi.

Kiddo! Turn that off!

Stop yelling, I'm watching a movie.

You don't need to hear the dialogue in porn.

- Dziad. - Ola.

- Zbych. - Ola.

- Ola.

Kiddo.

Nice name.

It's his 'stage name'.

Have a seat.

Hey, Chicken, clean up a bit.

How are you holding up?

Okay.

Terrible accident.

It's fucked up.

Maybe we should have a small wake, or something?

It would make my father happy.

Good, I'll go and get the glasses.

You look like him.

I'm not sure it's a compliment.

You have his eyes.

Get a fucking grip, Zbych, you're getting all soppy.

| told you not to swear.

Fuck me, sorry.

Did you sort out the body?

The paperwork?

We wanted to help, but...

the board told us not to.

Terrible accident.

So?

I'll just have the one. My wife will kill me, you know.

| don't drink at all.

- Dziad? - I can't.

I'll drink, since such a pretty girl is asking.

Let's make it quick though, | gotta get up at four.

Don't get any ideas, Kiddo, this is Krzysztof's daughter.

Krzysztof liked me.

But I'm not sure that I do.

Well then...

To Krzysztof.

Here's hoping that you're in a better place than we are.

Look at this.

He was a joker.

So...

another shot?

He didn't leave much behind.

Where are the rest of his things?

- He took them with him. - Took them where?

To the place he moved into. Fuck!

Where is that?

| don't know. He left some newspapers

and books that he wanted me to read.

Do you know her?

She works at a hair salon.

Where?

Her name's Sara.

Where?

- Can I crash here? - Sure.

If you get cold,

you can join me.

I'll think about it.

What was he like?

You know, my old man.

How was it living with him?

Fucking police, fucking police, fucking police, fucking...

OLA'S CAR

Mum.

I've sorted it.

How?

He had the money after all.

Where?

| found some cash in his stuff.

How much?

He'd put it aside for me.

How much?

It's all here.

3,500 euros, minus the cost of cremation and other expenses.

You see, I told you.

Yeah, I know.

But I thought he lied to me.

So that's good.

We can use it to get a headstone.

What?

But Mum...

We'll get one from black marble. Your dad would've liked that.

Mum, it was supposed to be for me.

It'll look good against the wall, with the trees and shade.

- I'll ask the neighbour to play the violin. - Mum, it was supposed to be for me!

Can't you just leave me alone?

What's happened?

Where did you get it from? You stole it?

My father left it to me.

How much?

Over two thousand.

Enough to transport the body, right?

He's already been cremated. I'm taking the urn with me.

Will you buy it for me?

What?

For my birthday.

So you figured you'd buy a car with what's left?

No, you can buy it and keep it for me.

I'll come back for it once I pass my driving test.

Why don't you buy a car in Poland?

With the steering wheel on the 'right' side?

My mum has to think there was no choice, that dad had already bought it.

Otherwise she won't let me and she'll spend all the money on the funeral.

Leave me alone.

My father promised me a car.

There's a chance that he will keep his word for once.

Once.

Can't you see, it's a fucking wreck?

That's all I can afford.

Do you know that you are a perfect example of a Pole?

What?

You know why people here are working their asses off?

For people like you, far away, who are waiting for the paychecks,

who get fucking used to them

and then they don't even remember who's sending them.

They only remember the amount and date of the transfer.

This is your father's money.

For his funeral.

He owes me something!

You don't think you owe him anything?

After all, he was your dad.

He would have wanted it.

How do you know what he would want

if you didn't even know his middle name was Sebastian?

Go home.

Do you have it?

This is a special favour for you.

Thank you.

Otherwise everyone will bring their loved ones in thermos flasks.

| hope it's the last time.

Thank you.

Is there anything in particular you want me to say about him?

What?

About your dad.

During the sermon?

Not really.

That he did his best.

Should I say that?

That he did what he could.

Hi.

Hey, open the door!