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FOR LOVE / POUR L'AMOUR

Zbychu.

Zbychu.

Zbychu.

Help!

You see, it all boils down to a simple fact

that you either have money or you don't.

Suppose you leave him, right?

And then what?

He's drunk even now.

Most are hung over after Saturday.

Don't change the subject.

So?

You'll probably go to Pawel, won't you?

- I'll go to Izka. It doesn't matter. - But of course, to Iza.

Question - how much do you send her every month

to keep her in college, eh?

Reverend is also a bit drunk, aren't you?

Marlenka, I've said 3 masses today

- so what should I be? Come on. - I'll leave him.

But that would be a grave sin.

- Then I'll confess and I have no sin. - Shut...

Or I'll be damned, for the love of God.

Understand that Zbychu will drink

until he reaches his bottom.

That's the way it is with alcoholics.

Before he comes to his senses, he must reach his bottom, because...

Marlena.

Marlena, get back here.

You vowed before God to be with him

- for better or worse. Didn't you? - I regret it. Today I wouldn't...

I don't care what you think today.

Understand that now is the worse to endure together.

Yes? Yes.

Because love bears all things,

believes all things, hopes all things,

endures all things, Woman!

It will endure.

Ouch!

Be quiet.

Hey, Czarek.

- Is that him? What's his name? - Bajka.

Bajka. Lovely.

- What does she eat? - Whatever. Meat. Give her meat.

- Come on, little one. - Here are some rugs and leashes.

- I'm off. I'm knackered. - All right.

- Thanks a lot. See you later. - Close the door. Bye.

- Will do. Bye. - Bye.

Come, Bajeczka.

Come on, sweetie.

Look at you. How pretty you are.

What a gorgeous little thing.

Look, this is where you're going to live. See?

That's so nice. You'll be fine here.

I've seen you!

I've seen you.

Have you seen him?

Hey.

Look, it's the shithead, the little filth.

Kinga.

Stop it, come on! Hey! Stop it now! Are you normal?

Stupid.

What's with you?

- Say a prayer for me on Saturday. - Why?

I'm going to Warsaw for a photo shoot.

- A session-profession, you know? - Nice.

A guy chatted me up because he liked my photos.

And he turned out to be a photographer. A professional one.

So I'm going. A photoshoot for money, you know?

Cool. Maybe you'll make a career.

- Get out of here! - What is this face?

- Take it away, stupid. - Make one for me.

- No. - For me.

Ok.

Pout your lips.

Well, well!

You haven't seen chicks like us, you perverts.

Hey.

Why can't I tag you?

- Don't you have your own account? - Go away.

Accept.

Keep accepting.

- Ignore this. And this one too. - Wait.

Here.

And there you are, hip.

Now, type in “Pawel Kobara” here.

You can type in “Iza” later.

Then you see if it's Pawel or not.

Oh, here is Pawel. Here.

Mother of God, my sweet Pawel!

Now add him to your friends.

And you can also see what they're up to, see?

- "Kinga Lemke sent you a friend request"? - Come on, accept it.

What's that dog that has strayed in?

Bajka.

Czarek brought her yesterday.

Bajka?

Yes, she was the pet of his

bro-in-law's mom-in-law who died recently.

But she needs to be chained up.

Such a little one chained up?

Yes, chained up.

You're out of your mind. She's too tiny to be chained up.

"You're out of your mind. She's too tiny to be chained up."

You're so stupid. I said no. End of story.

You know what?

From tomorrow, I quit drinking.

As I live and breathe.

End of story.

Good dog, come here. Follow me quickly! Bajka!

Come on!

Come quickly! Come here!

Yes.

But you're a good girl.

MESSAGE ADDRESSES

- WE HAVE A NEW TENAT. - SWEETIE! - MAKE YOURSELF ONE!

- I'M NOT PHOTOGENIC. - DONT' JOKE AROUND, MOM.

Silly.

Hungry? Come on, let's eat something.

Quickly, let’s run.

Come on.

Come on, Bajeczka.

Bajka!

Bajka!

Come here!

Bajeczka!

Where did you go, eh?

HOW IS THE FATHER?

Marlenka!

Come here!

- SO-SO. - HAS HE FINALLY GONE TO REHAB?

HE'S MEANT TO. Marlenka!

- What do you want? - My darling honey.

Waldi, I told my beloved wife today

that I'm done with drinking.

From tomorrow, that is.

I quit drinking and end of story.

- She breastfed our children... - Oh, give me a break!

with these wonderful bubbles.

Pawelek I Izunia.

She's got a bit fat.

But well...

tough luck.

Pour me one.

That's enough.

Waldi, enough.

But honey, this is some kind of misunderstanding,

Waldi's pouring for you.

Enough already. Waldi, go home.

Sit the fuck down.

Waldi has a surprise for you from me.

On this occasion, honey,

that as of tomorrow I quit drinking,

to make it up to you, honey.

Come on, Waldi.

Meine Damen und Herren!

King of the country second-hand stores,

no stranger to clothes taken off

a corpse, a tuberculoid, a negro...

- Give it to me. - Stop it, or I'll fuck you up.

A German was crying

when he was taking this off from grandma in her coffin,

and Waldi was holding the lid for him!

Well, honey?

How do you like it, eh?

It's brand new.

It still has the label.

Put it on, honey. Waldi, you play...

and we'll go for a walk.

I'll never wear it.

I'll never wear it as long as you drink.

I have no strength left.

Zbychu, go to sleep, man.

Do you hear me? Go to sleep.

Zbychu!

Ouch...

The bitch is gone now.

Have a drink, please...

It wasn't my fault.

You have to understand it at last.

I couldn't fucking do anything!

Zbychu, come to bed now. Have a shut-eye.

Can you hear me?

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Wait.

Come on.

Oh, boy! Up you go, easy.

Slowly. There is glass here. Wait. Slowly.

Come here, Bajeczka. Have some food.

Eat up, sweetheart. Good girl.

My lovely dog.

Stay!

Stay, sweetie. Good.

Stay!

Come on, come on.

- Hello. - Hi.

Waldi,

don't come for a while, okay?

It's a controversial issue of

who comes to whom.

It's not funny. If you're so smart,

- go clean up this mess now. - All right, all right.

It's not funny!

I said, it's all right.

WANNA TAKE A RIDE?

I WANT YOUR CUNT.

Now look here.

Look to the right.

Now be sad,

kind of worried,

and now surprised.

And now like I'm your lover

who's just proposing to you.

And now be happy. God, Marlena, that was divine!

A session - profession ever - for ever.

I could do this for ever and ever.

What is it?

Pour in some water. We have to do the staff room.

You know what he told me? I am a girl with

a great talent for modelling.

And I have a real feel for the camera.

And he'll definitely want to make another shoot.

- You don't believe me? - But I do.

- You don't believe me. - But I do.

- But I'm telling you seriously. - I do believe you. It's okay.

Bajka, what is it?

What is it?

Give it to me.

Give it to me! Do you hear me?

Bajka! Give it to me!

You naughty dog! Give it to me!

What is it? Give it to me!

Give it to me! Do you hear me?

Oh, girl! Give it to me! Come here.

Give it to me quickly. Come to me.

Strangled. Dead as fuck.

- You've got be kidding me. - Third one this week already.

That bitch is a murderer, didn't you know?

- A little mutt like that? - Yeah. Czarek told me today

that he and his bro-in-law wanted to kill her because

she was a murderer in their village too.

But the bitch was Czarek's bro-in-law's mom-in-law's pet.

And he promised on her deathbed that he would forgive the bitch.

So that's how the rotten egg's ended up with you.

Can't you keep her on a chain?

I don't know. Is 9$ enough for you?

Well, well!

And at Lesniak's four chickens were strangled.

And she also killed the reverend's two medal pigeons, the bitch.

What are you hiding there?

I found this one.

It would be a waste to pour it out, eh?

We're even. I rest my case.

There's something burning in the kitchen.

You were supposed to quit drinking!

And you were supposed to keep the fucking bitch on a chain!

Don't fuck with me!

You naughty dog!

What the hell have you done now, huh?

Are you stupid? Get in here!

Get in. Come here.

Now you're grounded here.

As a punishment. You're gone.

Don't you know how to get this fixed?

I fucking know. I know.

All right.

Zbychu.

Bajka.

Bajka?

All right, give it to me.

Look for the cat.

Beat that shit!

No! Jesus! No!

No! Leave her alone!

What are you doing! Leave her alone!

Stop!

- I beg you! - Calm down!

I'll buy you a new one.

A thoroughbred.

Or whatever you want.

- Come on. - Don't talk to me!

I haven't had a drink since last night.

As I live and breathe. Come on.

Don't you believe me?

Can you smell anything? Nothing. See?

You can kiss your ass.

Get the fuck out.

Take a hike. I'm not gonna haul your ass

if you're such a bitch! Get the fuck out!

- Get the fuck out of my fucking car! - You boor, you...

Oh, fuck you! I'll fucking show you!

- Are you normal? - Don't slam the door! Fuckin' hell!

You bitch, don't come back or I'll fucking kill you!

You boor, you! Go away!

Hello, Marlena.

You have such beautiful eyes in your photo

that I can't stop myself from writing to you.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Am I not disturbing?

You forgive me if the translator changes something

and there is a strange meaning.

And you also forgive me

if I am direct,

but I am just that way.

If something delights me, I can't hide it.

And your eyes, Marlena,

they are so enchanting.

You have the most beautiful eyes in the world.

You must be bored, huh?

- What are you so amused about? - What?

Did I tell you?

That photographer from Warsaw blocked me.

- What do you mean? - He did. I can't write to him anymore.

He's a pig, isn't he?

- What did you do to him? - Nothing!

It's because he's a pig?

At first he was so cute, cosying up to me.

So I wrote him what I thought about such suckers.

- Maybe he was busy. - Maybe he should get lost

if he was so busy?

It was he who bothered me first.

You gotta respect yourself, right?

Hey!

Wow, Marlena! It's you!

Look how beautiful you are! A true Goddess!

Praise the Lord! Can you see the translation?

- Yeah. - Me too.

Can you speak?

I mean like, you're not a mute?

I can speak.

Marlena, your lips!

They are so red.

Your lips are red

like the fire on the flag of Senegal.

I'm Senegalese, you know?

You know the flag of Senegal?

Ah, Marlena,

your lips.

How old are you?

I won't say.

30.

35.

No, I won't tell you. Don't ask me.

I'm 47.

What's your favourite colour?

My phone’s running out.

Colour? Blue. What's yours?

Green. Like hope.

What are you hoping for anyway, huh?

What are you chatting me up for?

What for?

For love, Marlena.

For love.

You're talking silly.

Let me tell you something.

Almost five years have passed

my wife died of malaria.

I was completely desperate.

I couldn't get out of bed.

My daughter

would pull at my hand.

Dad.

Get up.

I'm hungry. Dad.

Dad.

My God. How she cried.

And I cried

with her.

One night

I dreamt of Adesina, my late wife.

She said to me: Bruno.

Get up and do your duty.

Do not think about me anymore.

I am

in the arms of Jesus now.

I am very well.

Before the end of the fifth year,

you will meet a new great happiness.

Great love

waiting for you

very far from here.

Marlena, and I had 382-2

completely lost hope

that this would come true.

And then I saw your picture. Marlena,

it was like a lightning strike.

I said to myself it's her.

She's the one Adesina was talking about.

Hallelujah!

- Praised be Jesus Christ. - Listen.

I have a husband. I'm not for you.

Marlena, hello? Can you hear me?

- Why are you not picking up? - Move over. Move, I said!

Praised be.

Jesus Christ. You must say the full sentence:

praised be Jesus Christ. "Praised be"?

Who should be praised?

It's too early for a Christmas visit?

When was the last time you drank?

Yesterday.

And what time did you finish?

- 4 o'clock. - a.m.? Or p.m.?

I don't remember.

Lost cause...

Okay, let's make it 4 p.m.

He hasn't had a drink for 27 hours.

27 hours without a glass.

- Why don't we give him a medal? - Appreciate it, woman!

Don't mock it, just appreciate!

And you appreciate your wife!

She's been with you all these years and is still here!

Any other woman would have left long ago,

you bum, you drunk, you!

Do you realize that?

Because of your mongrel I lost 3.000$.

- Two of my best pigeons... - We don't know if it was ours.

Marlenka, I've got surveillance cameras.

Should I take you to court?

How will you pay me back?

I suggest you pay me this way:

you support Zbych on his way to sobering up.

And you...

you're going to treat your wife like

she's the holy sacrament.

- No, fuck. - I'll have you know!

Can you survive the night without drinking?

Can I?

Sure, you can.

Take this...

rosary and pray.

And if you need, call me, come.

Even at night, I'm always here.

Come here.

Come on.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners...

GOOD NIGHT, MY LOVE. I WISH YOU SWEET DREAMS.

I THINK OF YOU EVERY SECOND. I SEND YOU MANY KISSES.

Good morning, Marlena.

How are you, my love?

I would like to enchant your day

so it brings you only what is good

and beautiful. Don't forget,

I'm always with you.

I met you, lovely Marlena,

I waited for you so long,

I gave you my whole heart,

I want to give you the whole world.

I'm dancing and singing

and picking oranges.

I'm singing and dancing

because I'm in love.

I'm in love.

Marlena, please love me too.

I'm in love.

Marlena, please love me too.

And?

Nice. Thank you.

- Now you. - Me?

Sing something. Or dance.

No way. Are you crazy?

Marvelous.

Fantastic!

Wonderful.

Wonderful. I'm stupid.

No.

Don't say that.

It was

the most beautiful thing

I've seen in a very long time.

Is this a folk dance?

That's how people dance here?

That's rhythmic gimnastics.

I was in a sports class at school.

Intense training session every day from 7 a.m.

I thought I would go to the Olympics, you know?

That was fun.

We'll go to the Olympics together.

- I promise you. - Yeah, I'm packing my bags.

We're gonna go watch rhythmic gymnastics

at the Olympics all day every day.

Oh, come on.

I'm serious.

I make a lot of money, you know?

I don't, unfortunately.

I'm an engineer at an oil rig.

We mine oil from the bottom of the ocean.

Great.

Marlena, listen.

Tomorrow I'm leaving for a new contract.

In the middle of the ocean the internet reception can be bad.

Unfortunately I don't know

when we can talk to each other again.

I will miss you very, very much.

My Marlena.

For me.

I'm not yours.

I already told you, I have a husband.

Tell me the truth.

Does he make you happy?

I feel that you are not happy with him.

Good night.

Don't sit on your cell so much.

It's not healthy.

- What? - Jack shit.

KINGA LEMKE GOES TO HOLLYWOOD!!!

What? Have you found it yet?

Jesus Christ...

Kinga, what is it?

It's that motherfucker photographer from Warsaw.

He said it would only be available on Chinese servers. Fucking scammer.

- But you... - Yes, it's my ass, I do what I want!

Dear God, poor child...

I'm fucked, aren't I?

- WHOA, I'VE HAD HER TOO. - SHAME AND DISGRACE.

- OH, FUCKING HELL. - GREAT.

Let your Spirit come down

and renew the Earth.

Today I will start with a question:

do you remember what our parish is called?

St. Mary Magdalene, yes, you remember.

And do you remember who Mary Magdalene was?

She was a converted sinner.

An old-fashioned word for an adulteress.

And what would we say today? Well?

Help me, gentlemen? What would we call it today?

That she was a woman of vice.

That she sold sex for money.

Kinga, come here.

You all know Kinga.

God bless you.

Her late grandfather

was one of the founders of our church, if you don't remember.

This girl was terribly abused.

Cheated, deceived and abused.

And you?

What did you do to her

with those smartphones of yours?

"Get out of here, you bitch,

because you won't have a life here anyway”.

Written by Kamil Szumski from Migoszyn.

Last year's high school graduate.

“Kinga, when I meet you I will spit in your filthy mouth.”

Written by Danusia Czerpik from Wisnicz. The same Danusia

who decorates our altar with the flowers from her garden.

Is this what I have been teaching you all these years?

Contempt? Hatred?

Is this what Lord Jesus teaches you?

He, who forgave Mary Magdalene all her...

Kinga! Wait! Kinga!

Kinga!

Kinga stop!

Now, don't worry. It's not worth it.

They broke our windows last night.

My father wants to throw me out.

The family has cursed me. What should I do?

Kinga! Kinga!

Don't worry.

Come on.

Good morning.

- You walked under the barrier tape... - Go upstairs now. Don't worry about it.

You see? You walked...

Iza and Pawel won't be here until Christmas.

So there's no hurry.

I don't know how to thank you, eh?

- I'll clean all your windows tomorrow. - Come on, it's all right.

It wasn't fucking bolted together yet!

Although, actually, you can clean them.

Are you crazy?

Fuck off.

Stop it.

They'll forget in a month.

I can't stay here or they'll eat me.

"Jeg heter Kinga." Do you know what that means?

My name is Kinga.

I've got this app for Norwegian

and now I'm going to cram every day.

It's cold as hell in Norway, but I don’t mind.

Good morning.

They called from the construction site. If you don't come tomorrow, you'll be fired.

And a letter came in about that accident.

The guy fell because you didn't secure the scaffolding properly.

And you'll have a criminal case.

You are...

- the Kinga from the Lemke family? - Yeah.

I told the reverend you weren't answering

because your cell broke down.

You were such a little prankster. And a mouthy one!

How's your father?

He's fine.

He doesn't drink. So much.

And Kinga will stay with us for a little while.

Dear Marlena,

I'm on an oil rig.

I finally have a signal.

My God, how I miss you.

- Can you talk? - Mrs Kobara?

- Good morning. - Mrs Kobara, you haven't signed yet.

What's the matter?

That Lemke girl needs to be expelled from school.

What will the parents' council say?

The head sent her on vacation

and she'll come back to work as if nothing had happened.

And the kids?

What kind of example she set?

Are you going to sign it?

Yes, of course, I'll sign.

Be so nice and do overtime for this floozy.

I don't have a replacement.

I'll do it. No problem.

You're saving my ass. You're rock-solid.

The head's award is a sure thing for you.

- Thank you. - I'll remind him.

I showed your picture to Pamela, my daughter.

She is 9 years old now.

You know what she said?

Mom.

This is my new mom.

Look at her.

This is Pamela.

She's gorgeous.

You know what?

I have a confession to make.

But I don't know

how you'll take it.

Try me.

I'm just...

crazy about your breasts.

Come on! Boobs like any other.

No!

Yours are...

absolutely gorgeous.

- Thank you. - I think about them all the time.

I'm sure they must be

so soft.

I'd like to kiss them,

stroke them,

give you pleasure,

again and again.

You're such a swine.

Marlena.

Can you show them to me?

Please.

I beg you.

My love.

My carrot, my papaya.

Please.

Okay, but you first.

- Me? - Yes.

I can't say "no" to you.

Do you like it?

You're quite cute.

Now you, darling.

Don't be shy.

I love your breasts so much.

They're worth more to me than diamonds.

Is this enough?

More.

Show me

more.

I love you.

I adore you.

You're

so

sexy.

And... "fuck"?

Fy faen.

Fy faen.

Oh, yes. And...

- "a dick"? - Kukk.

Kukk.

Put your thumb in your mouth

- And say "u". - U.

Because it's a “u” like a “y”.

- Kukk. - Poles in Norway don't get it first.

They get confused between "kukk" and "kokk".

- And "kokk" is a cook. - Kokk... kukk... fy... faen.

Yeah.

I don't know. Maybe I'll go there again for a little contract?

Cause everyone pisses me off around here.

- You'd get along, wouldn't you? - Now listen:

du er et jævli bra støkke.

What?

Butt.

That's how smart you are?

Talk now.

Du er et jævli bra støkke.

"You are a really good...

- piece"? - You suck with that translator.

- Not "piece", but "ass". - Now you're out of your fucking mind.

He gave us happiness,

fickle fate,

gave and took away,

in a heartbeat.

Cause this road

with no return

is a dream

hidden inside us.

Let me keep my dreams

of a life as beautiful as you.

What do you want for dinner tomorrow?

- Whatever you'll do will be fine. - I'm all in. I'm going to sleep.

Bye.

Zbychu.

Are you going to the bathroom? Cause I'm going to take a bath.

You are such

a beautiful

and strong woman, darling.

Did you enjoy the last time?

I love you, darling.

You know it's true.

How can you doubt it?

Your husband treats you badly.

That's why you don't believe me.

I'm sorry, darling, but if

I met him it wouldn't end well for him.

You deserve great love,

the greatest in the world, and I will give it to you.

I can't live without you. I've become crazy.

Insanely crazy.

I'd like to meet you in person.

And you? Would you like to?

Pamela is at boarding school. She has to finish the school year.

Only she's keeping me here.

I saw oil rigs in the Baltic sea, near Poland.

And in Norway too.

I can work anywhere.

We will have a beautiful life. A happy one.

Because we'll be together, Marlena.

What do you say?

Zbychu?

Do you hear that?

Fuck! Marlena... Wait... Holy shit!

Fuck! Holy shit!

Marlena... Get off me! Fuck off, you prick!

Get of me! Fuck!

Quiet.

I agree.

Come.

Get me out of here.

I'll come for you, darling.

I won't be long now.

Marlena, I'm sorry.

Say something.

Say something, anything!

I have to move out, don't I?

Make meat balls for dinner.

We haven't had meat balls for a while.

Beef or turkey?

Zbychu prefers beef. Don't wait up for me.

Wow!

Mummy on a videocall.

- I can't believe this. - Hi, Izunia!

- How are you? Everything okay? - You are so hot, mom.

- What were you thinking? - I'm well, very well actually.

- I work as a waitress, you know? - It's great.

Sometimes you get a slap on the butt,

but I don't care, get paid and don't give a shit.

You've got to give a shit and respect yourself.

- What did you get that look for? - I'm running an errand,

an important one. When I'm done, we need to talk to Pawel.

Will you be available to talk tonight?

It's about father, eh?

We'll catch up later, ok?

- Mom? - Pawel, we'll talk tonight.

You're being kind of weird, you know?

- Like you're not yourself. - I started to learn French, you know?

- Parlez vous francais? - French?

Learn English, or German if you're bored. But French?

Mom, come on.

Everything's ready. I've got my visa to Poland.

Sweet Jesus, how excited I am, you have no idea!

And you? Would you like?

- What do you think? - I know you are too.

I can feel it Marlena. I packed all my stuff

into a small container and sent it by plane to Gdansk.

Already? You are a madman.

- Gdansk is not far from you, is it? - Not far.

The container has arrived.

When I received confirmation by email I wanted to buy my plane ticket.

At the airport, I showed them my visa in my passport and

an email saying that my belongings are in Gdansk

and I want to buy a one-way ticket to Gdansk and

the cashier tells me: proof of the paid customs duty, please.

And I say: what customs duty?

She tells me that in my statement I put the value of my belongings at

40.000$ and if I want

the customs officers to let my luggage into Poland,

I have to pay 2.000$ of custom duty.

Can you imagine this?

No, I don't understand. When you sent this container,

- they didn't order you to pay customs duty? - No. Nothing at all.

Not a word.

They did it on purpose. Listen to me.

I wanted to pay right away at the airport.

I took out the cash and

the cashier tells me

that if I pay here it will be 5.000$

instead of 2.

Because the Senegalese government is getting a special tax

because I am moving to Poland for good.

It's an outright theft.

I was so pissed that I almost hit the cashier.

She called security. In short, it caused a scandal.

Marlena, could you pay this duty for me?

I mean 2.000$.

I'll reimburse you when I arrive, of course.

It bothers me to lose the 3.000$ difference.

I'd rather buy you a nice coat,

a fur coat or a ring with a nice sapphire.

- No, I don't understand this. - It's simple.

I give you my account number and my luggage number in Gdansk

and you will transfer 2.000$ to that account with that number.

Bruno, I don't have 2.000$! What are you talking about!?

There is no way!

And.

Would you have a thousand?

A thousand? Then how much is the duty? A thousand or two?

- If you pay a thousand, right now... - No, Bruno! No!

God...

My God...

Marlena, don't say anything. Please.

- Bruno, how can I not say anything, you... - Marlena.

It was for your own good. If you had agreed to pay the 2.000$,

it would have cost you cheaper, cause I began to like you.

- I liked you. - What are you even talking about?

Look.

I printed it out.

Did you record it?

I always record everything.

- How could you? - Marlena.

I don't have time to discuss.

I have expenses and I need you to send me, to give me 5.000$.

If you don't,

I will unfortunately be forced

to put these pretty pictures on the Internet.

To send to your children,

to your colleagues, to your friends,

everywhere. I'm sorry, Marlena.

No, it's not happening. No.

- No... - Marlena, calm down.

Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?

Marlena, this is business, don't take it personally.

I gave you some happiness and you have to pay for it.

It's just a job.

I'm married with three kids and

I have to make a living.

I'm sorry.

You only have 2 days.

I sent you an account number

and if in 2 days

the money is not there

then...

- You have no conscience. - Marlena.

Please, don't you tell me anything about conscience.

Even my father was a slave on a white man's plantation.

My grandfather too. And my great-grandfather.

Yes, yes.

Even your grandchildren will continue to pay for our suffering.

Bruno, I'm from Poland.

Poland never had any plantations in Africa with slaves.

You whites, you're all the same.

All of you.

I MADE TURKEY MEAT BALLS. I'AM SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. K.

Honey...

- what are you doing? - Leave her alone!

- What do you need so much money for? - Mommy, what's going on over there?

- Look at you! - Your father needs to go to rehab.

The only place is in a private facility.

- We have to pay everything in advance. - Fucking hell.

I knew it.

Stupid prick!

Mommy...

Goodness gracious.

Hi, Marlena.

How are you?

The money has arrived, thank you very much.

This money will help a lot.

Pamela needs a new laptop.

I'm happy that we can count on you.

In 5 minutes, okay?

Dad's working.

Excuse me.

But I have some bad news.

You have to

send us, to give us

more money.

You need to send 5.000$ more.

I'll give you 3 days.

I hope you can do that.

I will pray for it.

3 days, Marlena.

No more days. Okay?

On the same account.

Good luck.

HELLO, MARLENA.

IT HAS BEEN A MONTH SINCE YOU HAVE BEEN ON OUR PORTAL.

WE ARE HAPPY!

SEE YOUR "BOUQUET OF MEMORIES".

CULINARY RECIPES

DO YOU WANT TO PUBLISH YOUR "BOUQUET OF MEMORIES"?

This is me.

I have no more money and no way to get any.

This is the end, Bruno, or whatever your name is.

If you

send these pictures to anyone, I will kill myself.

I just wanted you to know that.

I have to go to the reverend.

Come on.

But why to the reverend?

Take me to him. Come on, get up.

You devout, you. Come on, I'll absolve you here.

Zbyszek, no. Not now.

Not now, you hear me?

Later.

Honey,

you won't snitch we were drinking yesterday?

No, I won't.

And we'll have a drink tonight.

Fuck me.

Honey, I don't recognize you. Holy shit.

- Do you like me? - Fuck me.

You're fucking great.

I'm leaving.

But you did such a beautiful job.

Wouldn't it be a shame now?

Your parents are up there looking down and rejoicing, and you...

stuff like this.

- I'm leaving. It's over. - You know that

if you've saved one person

it's like you've saved the whole world.

And you saved two people, it's like you saved two worlds.

- Only what for? - Marlenka, I know...

Kinga is stupid and will always be stupid.

But thanks to you she gained some time.

Maybe she will wise up.

And Zbychu doesn't drink so much.

- Admit it yourself. - And what about me?

My life? My world? Who will save it?

Well,

now you are being selfish.

I too could ask, what about my life, my world.

I could have a wife, children, a family.

But Lord has chosen your community as a family for me.

And every day I humbly accept that calling.

And you should accept yours. More humility!

You're talking nonsense.

- Nonsense? - And what happens when

someone deliberately does wrong to another?

not by accident, but on purpose.

Because he has a whim or a business.

and then gets away with it.

So? Is this also a calling? Is God also behind it?

You see, Marlenka,

everything in life

is the grace of God.

His grace of love for us.

Why do we come into this world?

For love. For his love for us.

There is no other purpose.

Take your Zbychu, for example.

He started drinking when, due to his negligence,

a man died on a construction site, right? Yeah.

Everybody knows it.

And Zbychu couldn't forget about it.

And vodka lets you cross the boundaries of consciousness, subconsciousness.

And Zbychu needs to cross all those boundaries.

He needs to meet this man who died.

Talk to him, explain himself, apologise to him.

And you'll see, when that man finally forgives him and Zbychu feels this,

he will shortly stop drinking.

It will happen, for sure.

You see,

even in something as terrible as alcoholism

you can find things that a person has to deal with.

You're saying interesting things.

It has now occurred to me that

all the worst things in my life

happened because of Zbychu.

All of them.

Forgive him, Marlenka.

Please, just do this one thing in your heart:

trust in God's plan.

Your whole life is ahead of you.

Ahead of Zbychu, Kinga,

ahead of me, all of us.

We just have to give God a chance every day.

Do you trust God's plan?

Do you trust God's plan?

What?

Because I do.

Zbychu.

Zbychu.

Zbychu.

Help!

Zbyszek.

Zbychu.

Don't be silly.

People!

Help us!

Help!

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Hello, Marlena.

I am very worried about you.

Is everything okay?

When you wrote that you wanted to kill yourself,

I thought it was a joke.

I promise.

It's only money, Marlena.

I'd feel bad if something happened to you.

I like you, I really do.

And that's why

I decided to make you an offer.

Let's abandon this other shipment

of 5.000$. We forget about it.

Okay?

I'd like to thank you for your cooperation,

those lovely conversations, those letters.

I'll keep that fond memory.

And you, Marlena,

try not to blame me too much. Okay?

I wish you the best.

May Jesus Christ protect you.

Marlena... Marlena... Marlenka...

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