01x05 - Episode 5

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Love is a feast.

A thousand tastes
and a million colours.

It's smells, textures and shapes.

Love is an exotic journey of splendour.

A stunning mix of stimuli.

Like dawn on an acid trip.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Just be careful.
- Why?

I run off.

Get in.

Good evening.

You go f*cking crazy from love.

You lose memory and sight.

But hold it...
I'm getting ahead of myself.

First we went for breakfast.

- But you know that...
- I know.

And then there was another breakfast.

And another sunset.

And before I knew it,
I couldn't live without her.

I need to lie down.

Be my guest.

They say you live for single moments.

It's probably true.

I think I should keep calm.

Take deep breaths.

And not be f*cking scared
of this love.

I know this sucks,
maybe it's even kind of ill*gal.

- I could sue you.
- No, I should sue you.

You got an advance, I didn't get
a book. This money is my collateral.

You know it's ill*gal.

I can call Marek who'll explain
it's relatively ill*gal.

Marek, your lawyer?

Yeah. He wears pink shirts.

Never underestimate
a man in a pink shirt.

The first 3 chapters.

That would be what, one fourth?

And the remaining three fourths?

Let's cut a deal first.

I'll call you.

- Don't make any rash moves.
- Enjoy.

Maybe not everything has to add
up?

But I hope it does.

Maybe the world is programmed
to dazzle you a bit?

I'm sorry, but I'm f*cking broke.

- A cig?
- I'm good.

- How've you been?
- Good, Szymek, thanks.

OK.

- I'm still a 100 short...
- What's this?

- Child support.
- Plus for the trip... - To Zakopane.

Nice. I'll have 3 years
of parking change.

- That was uncalled for. And uncool.
- OK.

I'll go play pinball with Nina.

- Those f*cking jokes of his...
- He's being nice to you.

For someone who hates your guts.

- You're taking his side again.
- Always. He's my husband.

For Nina. A mango.

Everything OK?

OK.

You've met someone.

Good for you!

It's a fresh thing, right?

- The unfresh ones are poisonous.
- We're ordering pizza, want some?

No, Szymek. Thank you.

I need to go.

- Don't f*ck this up.
- All right!

Don't jinx it. But thanks.

There was this writer, Dagerman.

He wrote that the first few minutes
are crucial in love.

The moment when we sign
that unspoken contract.

The tension, the excitement...

The guy was way off.

The greatest high comes after that
and lasts for a lifetime.

Dagerman didn't get it,
he was too sad.

He claimed
living was just putting suicide off.

He didn't put his off for too long.

Too bad. Rest in peace, Dagerman.

Love distorts time. It brings peace.

It stops you in your tracks.

It takes away your future
and your past.

And changes you into now.

CHAPTER 01

But love does something else.

It starts you up.

It turns the key in the ignition.

It gets you to work.

- But you get what I mean?
- No!

I feel that this is that moment, see?

We're going to New York,
staying there...

I'd have hated it before,
but now it's that moment.

- For long?
- Till we get bored of it!

That's the idea! As long as we like.

- What about Nina?
- You know she's my priority.

- Cool.
- And another thing, maybe it's dumb...

I'm really curious what comes after
"maybe it's dumb".

The Bieszczady Mountains...

a cabin,

beautiful,
like in a George Michael video:

- snow, a sleigh, moonshine...
- What the f*ck are you talking about?

The wedding!

What?

I really feel that she's the one.

She's 19, right?

Oh, come on...

OK.

Crazy, huh?

- What wrong?
- Hi.

You need to take her, she's
running a fever. Not high, but still...

Here's her meds...

- And soup.
- What's going on?

My Mom's at the hospital.

- And Matylda?
- Man, is this your daughter or not?

- Sorry.
- It's cool.

I'll pick her up tomorrow.

What's going on?

What is it?

- If it peels off, you'll do
them again? - Yes, but you to need file them

or get a pedicure, like Mom.

All right.

And how is Szymon's mom?

I don't know. It's a new thing,
something serious.

You don't know?
She's your Grandma, kind of.

No. Grandma Hania is my Grandma.
And your mom,

she's my Grandma.
Szymon's mom is Szymon's mom.

I guess you hardly remember my Mom.

You didn't want me to stay
tonight?

Coming!
What are you talking about?

Of course I wanted you to stay.

What if I had to stay longer?

Like, for a month? What then?

You could stay here for
one 100 months.

Because I love you.

- Hi.
- Hi!

- Nicely done. You're an expert.
- Yeah.

- Will you read me tonight?
- Well...

She was first, I'm afraid.

So... I'm not sure if Capote
is her favourite writer.

- Hi!
- Hey.

- I'm your Dad's friend.
- I'm the daughter. - Right.

- Great to meet you. What's
this? - "Power Girls". Do you know it?

I watched it as a kid.

Can I watch it with you?

Hello?

Uncle?

What? When are you flying in?

f*ck...

Pick you up, now?

Uncle Tadeusz flew in.

- Uncle who?
- Uncle Ted.

Who?

Grandpa's brother.

This... funny, stupid Uncle.

Then why are you picking him up?

Go, I'll stay with her.

- No, come on...
- It's cool. Do you need an Uber?

You're serious?

Uncle!

My man!

f*cking m*therf*ckers!
Get me out of here, fast!

Let's go, Unc. Get in!

Franek... two bottles of Jack Daniels,

one for you, one for Stan,
and there's duty to pay?

- Thanks.
- Boss, where to?

- What's he saying?
- Where's your hotel?

- Old Town, I think.
- He needs the address.

Make it Old Town 1.

How's America, Uncle?

Well... not good, Franek.

And you, Franek?

That little one of yours...
how old is she?

Five? Six?

Eleven.

Time flies.

And you're still living
in my apartment, right?

Yes, I am. And how's Aunt Kaska?

f*ck Aunt Kaska!

- What happened?
- Nothing.

Don't worry.

- What is it?
- Loneliness caught up with me.

Warsaw is not what is used to be.

Oh, come on...
You'll see Stan, Marzena.

No, I meant this evening is...

lonely.

If you know what I mean.

Oh, I see.

Right.

Maybe I'll get you an address?

I'd be kind of shy to go by myself.

But the thing is...

my girlfriend is waiting for me
at the apartment...

with Nina.
Besides, it's not really my thing.

You're an artist,
like your father and my brother.

You have only one girlfriend?

Hold on, let me check...

Ganges, listen...

that cathouse in Wawer
you talked about?

Take another 100 and wait here.

- It wouldn't hurt him to clean
the car... - Come on, don't make a fuss.

- Sure you don't want to?
- No, I'm good.

I'll give you a discount. -
Yeah? Another hour

For looks?

- Relax. Nina is asleep
- Get the f*ck out, f*cking perv!

Uncle?

Get f*cking lost, you psycho!

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

f*ck you yourself!

f*cking beat it, as*h*le!
Don't f*cking touch me!

- OK, I'm sorry!
- Now

- Let's calm down!
- Give it to me!

I'll carry you out! f*cking move
it!

- My hat!
- I got it!

- Let's relax...
- Give it!

- Where's the hat?
- Here!

- Take this off...
- My money!

I can tell something's wrong, Uncle.

Franek, I'm 70 years old
and I still don't know.

I don't know how to make it work.

Make what work?

Life, Franek.

This way, that way, same old story.

- Guys, can you spare a cig?
- Sure.

Great, thanks.

Have a drink, Uncle.

And all because I took a demon
for a decent soul.

What demon?

What demon, Uncle?

Francesca Alvarez de Diego Lopez.

She was a waitress at my diner.



Mexican women.
And we had this, you know...

affair.

Sexual affair. Blood runs hot...

But after some time
her mother got very sick

and she went nuts.

Because Alvarez committed a
grave sin having this sexual affair with me.

And the priest told her
to go to my wife,

your Aunt Kaska,
and ask for forgiveness.

- No...
- What do you think she did?

I know, when I see a broad

it's like nothing else exists.

To me she's a holy angel,
Mother of God, and that's it.

- I'm running to her like crazy.
- Maybe it's worth it, then.

It never is, but still you always
fly like a moth to sh*t.

Did the mother get well?

Wait here, OK?

I'm OK.

Hi!

- Hi.
- I'm sorry. - Shush!

Uncle Teddy.

Back from...

Whatever, he's...

I screwed up bad.

I'm...

No need for the drama.

How is she? All good?

Yes.

I brought her fever down,
I think she's slept through the night.

I really appreciate it.

- Stay, please...
- I need to go. I have to.

Uncle Teddy.

He's jet-lagged. I'll walk you out.

She's the best.

I know!

You better.

Someone's knocking.

Uncle Teddy.

Grandpa's brother. Get up!

- Will you let me in?
- Sure, come in.

- How's Nina?
- She's...

- Nina, how are you feeling?
- Fine. Hi, Szymon.

This is Uncle Tadeusz. Get up!

f*ck...

- f*cking hell...
- Is he OK?

He's been better.

- Maybe you should call an
ambulance? - No, it's fine.

You know what? I'll...

I'll get Nina's stuff
and we'll be right down.

I got you something, pumpkin.

Hold on...

- Uncle...
- There you go, honey.

From Uncle Tadeusz.

- Let me have this.
- But why?

To bed. Let go!
And you get dressed, OK?

Can you take this?

Wait downstairs,
I'll be right there.

Can you do that?

I'm sorry about Teddy and my friend.
It should've been just you and me.

It's always fun with you,
even if it's weird.

- What is it?
- Nothing, everything's fine.

I can tell it's not.

I'll really miss you.

But... what's going on?

Szymon and Mom said
we're moving to Canada.

- I don't want to rush you, but...
- Just a sec.

It's going to be OK.

Don't worry.

Thanks.

Hey, this is Matylda,
leave a message.

- Get some sleep or...
- What's up.

Look at yourself!
And what's with you?

- Strange...
- What's strange is your behaviour.

I'm torn by mixed f*cking emotions.

- f*ck!
- Can you afford one?

- Sorry.
- It's easier if you talk.

So...?

So, it's kind of great
and kind of shitty.

Speaking of the latter,
I've got a surprise.

Some moron smeared
the upstairs crapper with sh*t.

- So what?
- Take some gloves, Lysol, and clean it.

- Oh, come on!
- Come on what?

We gave you everyone's tips
from last week.

- 'Cos we like you and you were
in need. - Done.

What? You're on the night shift.

- I swapped shifts.
- Why?

So, it's more great than shitty.

Maybe you're right.

You're moving to Canada?

She must've overheard us
or Szymon said something.

You didn't answer my question.

It's a plan. Szymon's company
is based in Toronto.

- He'd get a better contract.
- And...?

Right now is just a plan.
Nina will finish school here.

Promise?

She needs to change schools, anyway.
You see what's going on.

- I found one...
- You're not going anywhere, promise?

How about we don't use
the word "promise"?

- It doesn't mean a thing
between us. - Double espresso!

All right.

What would you even do in
Canada? Be the lady of the house?

Housewife, you mean?

Not housewife, but...

Running my foundation
is more than two jobs.

When we were together...

you had dreams, plans, you wanted...

What?

You're trying to say
I was growing with you?

Yeah, exactly.

Someone had to pay the bills.

So I grew.

Right. Bye.

Love hates stupor.

It demands focus.

Quick reaction.

If you neglect it or f*ck up,
you have to act fast.

Love needs you to create a world.

Love is not acting.

Love is directing.

I'm speechless.

Finally.

You're a fricking wizard.

No, I'm not.

It all just happens.

You're blocking the screen.

Of course, back then I had no idea
this whole "love" is an illusion.

The world is not programmed to stop.

It has not been created
for your enlightenment.

The world has been programmed to,
when you least expect it,

f*cking fall on your head.