01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[Ignaś] They're laughing at us.

[Stan sighs] I know.

But, honestly, I...

I'm at a loss to understand why.

[Ignaś] Well, it's too late
to worry about it now, isn't it?

[Stan sighs]

I've read several codes of honour.

Typical behaviour of the aristocracy.

- [men cheering]
- [horse neighs]

[Ignaś] It's so undignified.

Aristocrats. [scoffs]

[horse whinnies]

[horse snorts]

[horse whinnies]

- [pensive music playing]
- [indistinct conversations continue]

[horse neighs loudly]

- [coachman cues horses]
- [horse nickers]

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

- [crowd applauding]
- Viva Baron Krzeszowski!

- Good luck, Baron.
- Welcome.

- Good day, gentlemen.
- How are you?

[men chatting indistinctly]

Come on, drink up.

[Ignaś breathing shakily]

[Ignaś] Here.

[Stan snorts, inhaling sharply]

- It sharpens the mind.
- Sharpens it like f*ck. [coughing]

[coin dings, thuds]

[Krzeszowski] Hm.

I'm sorry, Mr Wokulski.
It seems not to be your lucky day.

[dramatic, rhythmic music continues]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[music turns tense]

[breathing heavily]

[horses neighing]

[crowd murmuring]

[breathing shakily]

[exhales]

[dramatic, rhythmic music resumes]

[gasps nervously]

[g*n c*ck]

- [g*n fires]
- [crowd screams]

- [Krzeszowski cries out] My teeth!
- [horses whinnying]

THE DOLL

[Krzeszowski groans]

Teeth... my teeth! [whimpers]

- [Terlecki] A doctor! A doctor, quickly!
- [Krzeszowski groaning]

- [Terlecki] Baron?
- [Krzeszowski] My teeth!

[Terlecki] Show me!

[Kazimiera laughing]

- [Terlecki] Mr Wokulski hit the caplock!
- [Krzeszowski] Teeth!

He hit me in the teeth!

[groaning] Teeth!

- The caplock has hit the baron!
- [Kazimiera and Tomasz laughing]

You hear? Wokulski took aim...
He took aim at the lock.

- To wound him.
- Did you aim at it?

- No.
- [Terlecki] The caplock injured the baron...

- [spits]
- [Ignaś] f*cking hell.

- That's it! Let's go home.
- Chopin!

- Chopin of the p*stol! Look, look!
- [Kazimiera laughing]

Yeah, he got him!
Pew, pew, pew! [laughing]

Attaboy! [laughing]

[music fades]

Man shoots.

Cocaine carries the b*llet, one might say.

If only Napoleon
gave cocaine to his soldiers,

the whole of Moscow
would be speaking French by now.

[laughing]

So, today is a day of indulgence. [laughs]

First, a snort of powder
for concentration.

Next, a shot of vodka to relax,

and the rest to celebrate our triumph!

The Vistula Valley Victory.

- [door opens and closes]
- [Ignaś] Mm.

f*ck! My nerves were all over the place.
I need this vodka to recover!

Ah.

Marianna.

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[grunts, kisses]

[both laugh softly]

[bell chiming]

[footsteps receding]

[Ignaś sighs]

[door closes]

- [knocking on door]
- [Stan inhales sharply]

[intriguing string music playing]

First, let me say how happy I am
you're unscathed and you survived, sir!

Thank you. So am I. [sniffs]

Would you like some?

[sighs] Just a little one, then.

[liquid pouring]

[Tomasz laughing]

[chuckles, sighs happily]

Ah.

[takes deep breath]

To settle my racing heart.

[bottle clatters]

[blows air]

[inhales deeply]

Mr Wokulski.

- [upbeat orchestral music playing]
- [door slams]

[both panting]

[metal clanging loudly]

[Ignaś exhales]

[moaning]

[cutlery clattering]

- I don't understand.
- [objects clattering]

I am here to help you.

[Stan sighs]

If you're of a mind
to take a mortgage on the property,

then you should just simply sell it to me.

Why the auction?

Erm, you would pity me
were you a parent, trust me.

I mean I can't just admit to Bela
that I'm giving up her home, can I?

- [both panting and moaning]
- [upbeat orchestral music continues]

[metallic clattering]

At auctions, the identity of the winner
could always be withheld,

should he want it to be so.

It would be so upsetting for Bela

if she knew that you and me
had been keeping this from her,

that you'll be the owner of our house.

Do you remember what happened
with the family silverware?

- We won't tell her.
- [Stan sniffing]

- [metal clanging]
- It'll be our little deception.

Partners.

Just you and me.

- [upbeat orchestral music continues]
- [both grunting]

[metallic clattering]

[both panting]

[music fades]

- [both panting]
- [metallic clattering]

[both laughing]

[Marianna] Shh, shh!

[objects clattering in distance]

[Stan sighs] Mm.

- Mm. So be it, then.
- [laughing] That's brilliant.

It's fantastic. [laughing]

It will be the answer to all my prayers.

- [cane bangs table]
- Ha! [laughing]

Ah. Mm...

Mm, I have an idea.

Countess Zasławska's jubilee is coming up.

Bela and I are going to see her tomorrow,

in Zasławek.

[Stan sniffs]

You should come along
as my guest of honour.

What does Izabela think of that?

I would like to compose a piece

to shame
this idiotic tradition of duelling.

Men take shots at other men,
like they were sh**ting chickens...

I'm sure they'll give the duel piece
to Mr Harnaś.

[Zofia laughs]

- That's like chalk and cheese.
- [Zofia sighs]

The editor's male opinion,
as opposed to female common sense.

The owner does not want
female common sense.

It's clear The Ivy's
going to be much simpler.

The owner doesn't want to employ women.

But it's a women's publication.

With copy... that should be written by men.

It will be less nuanced. Less radical.

[Zofia laughing]

Apparently, women don't read women.

I do, though.

We simply must do something.

We can't let this go.
We have to find a way to convince him.

It's possible.

But it requires money, though.

- So how much do you need?
- [sighs] An exorbitant amount.

You're just meant to bid,
and not buy anything!

You must stick at it.
That's all you have to do. It's not real!

You're only bluffing!

Listen, keep on bidding
to drive up the price.

You keep going until you get to 150,000!

- [spectators cheering]
- [horse hooves thundering]

[spectators chattering excitedly]

- 150,000?
- [Tomasz] Mm-hm.

- For the tenement?
- [Tomasz] Mm-hm.

- One tenement?
- [Tomasz] Mm.

How much?


Now didn't you hear?

Say that you'll pay me handsomely
if I go through with this.

[laughing] I need to call a priest.

For the funeral. [laughing]

Where's our money gone?

Stan, will you wake up?
We're about to go f*cking broke.

You're spending too much.
This marriage is costing us a fortune!

I'll buy the Łęcki's tenement,
then that's it.

You won't spend a penny,
'cause we'll be out of money.

[clears throat]

[Stan exhales heavily]

Listen, Łęcki will use the money
that I give to him for the tenement

to invest into our business, Ignaś.

He'll settle his debts,
and our capital will come back to us, hm?

[inhales]

And we will own the tenement...

which you will then manage, huh?

- And that's brain power.
- [Ignaś] Mm-hm.

Stan, you're thinking with the wrong head.

And it's not the head for thinking.

[Izabela] How much longer
are you going to keep me in the dark?

- About what?
- How does he feel towards me?

Doesn't he hate me for that duel?

- Is he joining us at Zasławek?
- I'll tell you everything on the way.

- Florentyna!
- Tomasz...

[Tomasz] Mm.

[Tomasz kisses]

[clock chiming]

Is Florentyna not coming?

No, Bela, she's not joining us this time.

Ah.

[melodic string music playing]

[silverware clattering softly]

[Stan] I didn't order vodka.

You could do with it.

- I don't recall inviting you to my table.
- [Kazimierz] Mm.

I see that after that duel,

you're starting
to feel like a count, Romeo.

- Stay away from me.
- [laughs]

Ten thousand roubles.

- Ten thousand roubles for what?
- You will pay me.

[Stan chuckles]

[Kazimierz] Hm.

[laughing]

[continues chuckling softly]

[Kazimierz] Hm.

[laughing]

So I keep quiet about
you paying Marianna to be your spy.

[Stan inhales deeply]

And about you offering me money
in return for information.

That... I refused out of honour.

[clicks tongue] Well,
Bela probably won't believe that one.

Over my dead body.

[clicks tongue]

That's a shame.

Wait, stop.

Tomorrow, here, at 3 pm.

This is the last time
you'll get a single rouble out of me.

Trust me.

[footsteps receding]

[sighs heavily]

[slams table]

[sighs heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

[horse neighs]

[Ochocki] Our mother tongue
is so complicated, and that's a fact.

And our brains just don't have the time
to think about higher matters.

We are too busy
trying to express ourselves properly.

And that's why
we don't have many philosophers.

- [Izabela] Mm.
- [Tomasz gasps]

I'm not sure that I told you,

but Mr Wokulski
has agreed to join us all here later.

[guests exclaiming and chuckling]

[spits] I can stomach anyone.

Just not that knicker salesman.

Mm. He's a salesman, all right.

He's a salesman
of a higher intellectual world.

- [cane rapping on table]
- I'll not be moved.

Auntie, no.

- [Ochocki] Cheers.
- [Tomasz] Your good health. Ah.

Excuse me.

Just leave her be. I'll change her mind.

Wąsowska is the baroness
of persuasion. Hmm?

[guests laughing]

[Stan] Meet Starski at Hopfer's,
tomorrow at three.

Yes, yes. I'm well aware.

Oh. Wait.

- [bell tolling]
- [indistinct chattering]

Here. You will give him this envelope.

It's all there.

You got your wish, didn't you?

[Stan] Oh, you will also
attend the auction with Szlangbaum.

He's going to bid for me.

- Why do I have to be there?
- To keep him on the right track.

He needs to get the house.

Nobody can outbid us.

Send a telegram
as soon as the auction is over.

[Ignaś] Mm-hm.

Get moving.

[horse huffs]

[intriguing orchestral music playing]

[Ignaś laughs playfully] Mm.

Trust me, will you?

I have absolutely
no intentions towards him.

[indistinct chattering and laughter]

[sighs] Drinking's so boring.

Doesn't even come close to morphine.

Or...

- What?
- [Kazimiera laughs]

[match strikes]

[Izabela] Do you promise?

[Kazimiera] Absolutely.

I have no intentions
towards him whatsoever.

And as your relative, I have a duty

to ensure that you are able
to devour as much of his money as you can.

As his wife, for example.

[exhales slowly]

- [unsettling music playing]
- Hmm.

I won't feed off anyone.

[distant laughter]

[Izabela] I am guided by thoughts of...

emancipation.

[Kazimiera chuckling]

I'm sorry.

[Izabela] I thought it was typhus.

Sleep... I couldn't sleep.

Eat...

I couldn't eat.

[echoing chatter]

My stomach, it was, er...

so feverish.

[Kazimiera moaning]

You fell in love, my dear.

You fell in love.

[inhales deeply]

And that complicates things a little bit.

[Izabela] Mmm.

[horse neighs]

[horse neighs]

[upbeat piano music playing faintly]

[sighs]

- [upbeat piano music playing loudly]
- [indistinct chattering]

Bang-bang, Mr Wokulski!

We'll go hunting someday.
Hunt some wolves and some big bears,

you and me.

Big animals. Big, sharp teeth!

If you have as good an eye for business
as you do for the Baron's mouth,

then I have a proposition
that will surely be of interest.

Mr Wokulski, my friend was wondering
if you would fight a duel for her now.

Well, would you like to, sir?
You sh**t so well.

- [Stan] Not really.
- Mr Wokulski, what do you think of oil?

- [Stan] What about it?
- Yes or no?

[Stan] What do you mean?

You'd die of boredom on this estate
if it wasn't for me.

And I'm the only one here
who knows about the oil industry.

In America,
they don't give a f*ck about gold.

Oil is the future.

I must tell you
of this Ukrainian plot of land.

They say it's oil-bearing.

I've bought a piece of it.
I'll be drilling soon!

Let's talk another time.

You mark my words, sir! It's the future.

- You haven't changed your mind?
- You're not talking about oil, I hope?

- Tomorrow is the auction! It's tomorrow!
- [Stan] Yes, I am aware of that.

And if you could just say one word,
just one whisper...

How much money
are you planning on spending?

And how much are you planning, sir,
to give to me when it's all done?

Well, there will be, er, taxes to pay
and other costs to cover.

Russians! Damn them to hell!

They always crush the honest enterprise
of the noble class!

We will get there!

- [guests laughing and chattering]
- [lively dance music playing]

[Izabela chuckling]

- [cries out]
- [dishes clatter]

[laughing drunkenly]

Stanisław.

[inhales] Stan.

My dear Stan. [laughing]

I've been wondering what you think of me
while I was waiting.

What do you think of me, Stan?

[laughs, inhales]

Ms Izabela, we...

[Izabela] Why don't you tell me?

[laughs] Why can't you ever be a bit...

more fun! [laughing]

Oh my! [inhales]

Do you have an earache?

I'll blow in it. [blowing]

My dear man, I must intrude.

I will bring her
right back to you shortly.

Stay right there.

Now don't run away, will you, Stan?

Don't run away.

I swear I won't be long. [laughing]

[Izabela groaning]

[both chuckle softly]

- [Izabela] Is it bedtime?
- Uh-huh.

[both groaning]

[Kazimiera sighs, pants]

- [Izabela] Ooh!
- [Kazimiera grunting]

- [Kazimiera] Up!
- [Izabela groans]

Where is my Stanisław?

Where did he go?

- There are those times...
- [yawns]

...when you're drunk...

[Izabela moans]

...when you have to go to bed...

alone.

[Izabela groans]

[music and chattering heard faintly]

[Kazimiera] Tell me,
how do you like it in Zasławek?

It's hard to tell because of the dark.

I haven't seen much.

And Bela?

[Stan exhales sharply]

I can see that you're obsessed by her.

You're hurting your chances.

You're trying much too hard.

You seem to be far too impatient.

Calm down.

[Stan] What are you talking about?

I have much experience
in these matters, Mr Wokulski.

Trust me when I tell you
that seduction is an art form.

And to my eye,
it's clear you have a lot to learn.

Should I tutor you?

You must never put on any pretence.

And do not rush it.

Passion is completely destroyed by haste.

And the point is to go very slow.

Understand that seduction
should always be a spectacle.

And you look like you want
to head straight to the curtain call.

[inhales] You really must learn to relax.

There is so much to enjoy
at every point along the way.

Slow.

So slow.

[low, uneasy music playing]

[breathing deeply]

Do you follow me?

[Tomasz] Mr Stan!

- I think I do.
- [Tomasz] Stanisław!

May I have a word?

[music fades]

[laughing]

Stan.

- My dear Stan. [laughing]
- [Stan sighs]

I am so ecstatic! [laughs]

In my heart, here,
from the bottom of it. [laughing]

Can you feel it in here? [laughs]

How it beats with joy?
With relief? [laughs]

That you'll take over
the tenement. [laughs]

You have saved us all! [laughing]

I'm so lucky. [chuckling]

You're welcome.

[Tomasz laughing drunkenly]

I'm convinced it's going to work, Stan.
And I did the right thing. I did.

To wait until Bela

found a real man, such as you.

I was right!

I was!

That she should wait
and not marry any old b*stard.

Look, I know she's very fussy,
but that is how I brought her up. [laughs]

She listened to me, and I was right.

Bela sees it as well,
which moves me so very much.

[sniffles, sobbing] I'm so happy.

I'm so happy that our life paths crossed.

- [sobbing]
- [Stan inhales deeply]

- Erm, Mr Łęcki, may I...
- Ah!

Henceforth, we must always
use our Christian names.

And I will lead the way
with a drink to our partnership.

Down the f*cking hatch!

[gulps]

[inhales sharply]

- Tomasz.
- Stanisław.

- [Tomasz] Mm.
- [clears throat]

[Stan] Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

[Tomasz sighs]

[Stan clicks tongue]

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[swallowing]

[gagging]

[retching]

[spritzing]

[sighs]

[breathes deeply]

[sighs]

[gentle music playing]

[horse hooves clattering faintly]

[sighs]

Well, good morning.

[music turns uplifting]

[bird squawking]

[birds chirping]

[music fades]

[Izabela] I awoke in an excellent mood.

And then,
Wąsowska reminded me of last night.

So this is what's going to happen now.

Both you and I,

when I demonstrate the sign,

shall simply forget how stupid I was.

The sign. [giggles]

[Stan chuckles softly]

I too am guilty
of saying things I shouldn't have.

What do I have to be guilty about?

I wouldn't know.

[Izabela] Perfect weather for a walk.

[inhales] No chaperone either.

When I talk about The Ivy,
about modern women,

I wonder what you think of me.

[Stan chuckles]

For a man such as myself,

what with my upbringing,
these notions are new and strange to me.

Yet, also interesting.

A kind of modernity
that's different from mine.

- What do you find strange?
- [Stan sighs]

Well, the very fact
that you want to buy The Ivy.

I agree. I have no money.

[Stan laughs] Mm.

Well, that's not my real concern.

Why so?

Would you like to know what I,
as a, what everyone calls a trader,

would ask someone
who wishes to run such a business?

I would, yes.

You want to buy a magazine, don't you?
A newspaper?

Why? Do you think that I can't do it?

[inhales] What's the market price
of paper?

Or that of printing ink?

Typesetting costs? Annual rent?

What's the charge
for a reprint from the French press?

A tidy sum.

Well, I can help you.

[melodic string music playing]

[silverware clattering softly]

[waiter] Here is the menu, sir.

I would like...

everything.

[intriguing, percussive music playing]

[auctioneer] The next item
is the tenement building

of Count Tomasz Łęcki.

Comprised of three stories,
located on Piękna Street.

Bidding starts at 45,000 roubles.

[softly] Please, please...

- I hereby open the bidding.
- [gavel bangs]

- [Szlangbaum] Fifty thousand.
- Fifty.

- [man 1] Fifty-nine.
- Sixty! 60,000 roubles.

- [man 2] Sixty-five!
- Sixty-five thousand.

[intriguing, percussive music continues]

[Kazimierz] Mm.

- [auctioneer] Seventy?
- [man 1] Seventy-five!

- [man 3] Eighty!
- [auctioneer] 80,000 roubles.

Eighty-five thousand! Bid!

- [auctioneer] 85,000.
- [Szlangbaum] 90,000.

- [auctioneer] 90,000.
- [man 2] One hundred.

[auctioneer] 100,000 roubles.

[Kazimierz] Mm.

[intriguing, percussive music continues]

- One hundred and five.
- [auctioneer] 105,000.

- Anyone else?
- One hundred and ten.

[auctioneer] 110,000 roubles. Anyone else?

- One hundred and fifteen.
- [auctioneer] 115,000 roubles.

- One hundred and twenty.
- 120,000.

Anyone else?

- 120,000 roubles.
- Keep bidding. Keep on bidding.

Er... one hundred and twenty-five.

[auctioneer] 125,000 roubles.

- One hundred and thirty.
- [auctioneer] 130,000.

One hundred and thirty-five?

[intriguing, percussive music continues]

- [auctioneer] 135,000...
- One hundred and forty!



- [Szlangbaum] It's not worth that much.
- Keep on bidding.

[ticking]

[auctioneer] 140,000 roubles! Going once.

- You think it's worth it?
- You bid higher.

- [auctioneer] Going twice.
- One hundred and forty-five.

- [auctioneer] 145,000 roubles.
- One hundred and fifty.

- [auctioneer] 150,000 roubles!
- f*ck.

[auctioneer] Any more bids?
Going once. Going twice.

- One hundred and fifty-five.
- [auctioneer] 155,000 roubles!

Going once. 155,000 roubles!

Going twice!

[attendees murmuring]

- And sold!
- [gavel bangs]

[exclaims, laughs]

[auctioneer] Order, please.

- Ladies and gentlemen, order.
- [ticking]

[intriguing, percussive music continues]

[pensive string notes play]

[music fades]

The tenement house of Count Tomasz Łęcki

has been purchased by Mr Szlangbaum
on behalf of an anonymous buyer.

- How wonderful now!
- [auctioneer] Order, please.

Er, due to the debts
secured with the property,

I ask all creditors of Count Łęcki
who are here in the room

to raise their hands.

[intriguing, percussive music resumes]

[Florcia gasps]

[auctioneer] You shall all be repaid
before the transaction is completed.

Ooh. [chuckles]

- [music ends]
- [birds chirping]

I was terribly scared by the duel.

[Stan] I did what had to be done.

At least that's what I think.

Have I embarrassed you?

Honestly?

It's the only thing I'm interested in.

If you had withdrawn,
you would have been humiliated

from now until Christmastide.

You certainly shut them up, though.

I wasn't sure if I liked it
or found it embarrassing.

Which did you feel more?

[Izabela] Can't you tell?

[Stan laughs softly]

And since we're asking questions
of each other,

did business bring you here?

[inhales] I'm looking for capital.

I am here to party.

That's indeed a very happy coincidence,

as I can spend time with you.

That's really why I came.

Your company.

Last night, I was a bit premature, but...

would you mind if we proceeded
on a first-name basis?

I like your name.

It would be a shame not to use it.

I thought such a proposal
was a man's prerogative.

And I too.

[laughs]

You like humour, then?

[laughs] Yes, I do, but I am new to it...

Izabela.

Stanisław.

I must tell you one thing.

I am under your spell.

[Stan exhales]

[ethereal music playing softly]

I know I'm not at an auction.

Yet, I'm sure
I outbid that sentiment comfortably.

Really?

[Stan] But I don't have the courage yet.

[inhales] Already,
it's as though I'm about to pass out

by even contemplating something, erm...

so intimate.

Stanisław.

[whispering] Please come to me tonight.

[music swells]

[music fades]

[horse hooves clattering faintly]

[Marianna sighs]

That clears all of, er,
Mr Łęcki's outstanding debt.

[breathing shakily]

- And how much are we left with?
- There's still a debt of 20,000 roubles.

[sighs] What have we got?
How much profit is left?

I'm sorry, nothing.

[breathing shakily] What do you mean?

The majority of the debt had been paid,
though not all of it.

The sale price was not nearly enough.

And these two gentlemen here
still need to be repaid.

[Ignaś sighs in frustration]

[Florcia breathing shakily]

Erm, this was unexpected.

[waiter] Would you care
for anything else, sir?

I'll pay now.

[footsteps receding]

[guests laughing, chatting indistinctly]

- [frenetic string music playing]
- [indistinct chattering]

- [woman gasps]
- [horse neighs]

[bell ringing]

[Marianna] It's open!

[frenetic string music continues]

[women laughing and chattering]

[Ignaś] Excuse me. Excuse me, excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Er, may I?

- Thank you.
- [telegram operator] For you, sir.

Here you are.

Take this down.
Please write as quickly as you can.

- [telegram operator] Yes, sir?
- Right. Erm...

Ca-ta-stro-phe. Stop.

[footsteps walking slowly]

[music fades]

The master's gone out.

Mr Wokulski is not at home, sir.

So this is how Mr Wokulski
takes his mind off poking my cousin.

Please can you go, sir?

Please leave.

Mm. Are you ordering me, wh*re?

Now, sit.

[trousers rustling]

So, come on.

Bend over.

[trousers rustling]

[Kazimierz inhales, grunting]

[breathes heavily]

[clothing rustling]

[Kazimierz grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting forcefully]

[grunting rapidly]

[grunting grows more forceful]

[grunting slows down]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[breathing shakily]

[panting]

[exhales heavily]

When you see Mr Wokulski... [inhales]

...tell him to deduct five roubles

from the 10,000 roubles he promised me.

[takes deep breath]

[footsteps receding]

[door opens, closes]

[Marianna inhales deeply]

[breathing deeply]

[Ignaś] I'm so sorry. First there
was business, then more business,

then there were problems,
then more problems before a catastrophe!

But I'm here now. Mm. [panting]

Mm.

[moans happily]

I'm busy right now.

[sombre string music playing]

[exhales heavily]

[horse hooves clattering]

[horse neighs]

[music turns dramatic]

[whispering] Please come to me tonight.

[servant] Mr Wokulski... Mr Wokulski.

A telegram.

[telegraph clacking]

[Ignaś] Ca-ta-stro-phe.

Tenement house bought.

One hundred and fifty-five thousand.

Stop.

Twenty thousand in debt.

[telegraph clacking]

Stop.

[telegraph clacks]

- [Ignaś] Stop.
- [telegraph clacks]

- Stop.
- [telegraph clacks]

- Stop.
- [telegraph clacks]

[dramatic music swells]

[Ignaś] ...and fifty-five thousand.
Ca-ta-stro-phe...

Mr Wokulski, do you have a moment?

It will be the answer
to all my prayers! Ha!

[Stan] You won't invest sh*t!

sh*t!

Stan, what are you talking about?

How many times have you remortgaged?
How many drafts have you drawn?

These are horrendous debts!
For f*ck's sake, man!

Come here.

Your property's saddled
with debts up to the hilt,

and you've never told me!

With these debts, you could
buy up the whole damn street. Listen!

You've repaid loans
with new ones for 20 years!

Everyone does it.
Come on, don't be angry. It's nothing.

We'll pay off the creditors
and keep the rest.

What'll we keep?!

- Well, there'll be something left.
- [Stan] There's nothing left!

- Twenty thousand in debt is left!
- Stop yelling at me now, you hear?

Debt! It's a normal thing!
It's f*cking normal!

And don't you ever
speak to me in that manner!

Not in that manner.

- [lively dance music playing faintly]
- [Stan breathes deeply]

[exhales shakily]

[trembling breath]

[sniffles]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

You're waiting for Stan.

[scoffs]

Is someone jealous?

Give me strength.

[sighs] I think it's understandable.

I don't get jealous of your widow, do I?
I'm at ease with her.

I'm worried about you, Bela.

I'm in love with him.

[laughs incredulously]

[laughing]

[takes deep breath]

Then you might be very interested
to learn who is behind your bankruptcy.

My father?

And...

[unsettling music playing]

[horse neighs]

[horse whinnies, huffs]

[neighs]

[horse neighs loudly]

[horse huffing]

[door unlocks]

[horse huffs]

[horse continues huffing]

[inhales] Did you know
that he paid Marianna for information?

[Izabela] Hm.

- He was curious.
- [Kazimierz] Hm.

- [Izabela] I'll take that as a compliment.
- [Kazimierz] Hm.

[inhales] What he was most interested in,
above all,

was how your father took it
when his business went up in flames.

I wonder who ordered it?

How do you know?

Because he paid me too.

For information.

And for my silence.

[sombre music playing]

Go now.

- [sighs] I'm sorry, Bela.
- [Izabela] Leave.

[shouting] At once!

[Kazimierz exhales shakily]

[footsteps receding]

[breathes deeply, whimpers]

[door opens]

[Izabela sobbing]

[knocking on door]

So is it true?

[breathing shakily]

[whimpers]

I'm asking you, is it true?

- I can explain everything.
- [Izabela grunts]

[breathing shakily]

- [inhales] Will you get out?!
- Izabela...

[sobbing] Go on!

[screams]

[sombre music continues]

[Izabela sobbing]

[sobbing]

[people shouting indistinctly]

[woman] Get a doctor! Call a doctor!

[sobbing]

[people shouting in distance]

[people shouting indistinctly]

[woman] A doctor! Call a doctor!

[people shouting indistinctly]

No. No...

No...

No! [panting]

[sobbing]

Put him in the carriage!
We need to fetch the doctor!

Come on!

Put him in the carriage!

[sobbing] We need to fetch the doctor!

Come on! [sobbing]

[mournful music playing]

[people murmuring]

[continues sobbing]

[panting]

[whimpering]

[music intensifies]

[breathing shakily]

[mournful music continues]

[music fades to silence]