01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

- [indistinct chattering]
- [intriguing music playing]

[Alfred] I don't know
if you heard, Auntie.

Starski has allegedly
robbed Ludwika Raczyńska,

and has fled the country.

Well, nothing surprises me these days.

Yes.

[indistinct chatter]

[priest] A marriage without Christ

is like a cart without a horse.

Like a nobleman without a coat of arms.

Nothing about Christ

without Christ.

[grunts] I'll be back soon.

We'll sign the documents,
and then we will begin.

[intriguing music continues]

[music fades]

[Izabela inhales deeply]

[in French] I just want this to be over.

[Kazimiera] I thought you'd be happy.

You will finally start living.

Do not exaggerate.

I'm only marrying him for the money.

Is that not enough?

It's horrible.

To feel this difference
between us and him.

His thinking is so crude, so dull...

There is nothing going for him.

No intellect, no sensitivity.

Nothing.

I can't wait to be his widow.

You will never be my widow.

You do not deserve it.

[woman singing operatically in distance]

Farewell...

Ms Iza.

Farewell.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[in English] What am I going to do now?

Go after him.

[operatic singing continues
to organ accompaniment]

[door opens]

This is unbelievable. [breathing heavily]

- [indistinct chattering]
- [horse hooves clattering]

[newsboy] Illustrated Gazette.
Best price in w*r...

S WOKULSKI
DEPARTMENT STORE

[singing operatically]

[opera song ends]

[woman coughs]

Dear guests...

My sincere thanks to you all for coming...

especially with what
I have to tell you now...

as it is my duty
to stand here before you to say...

[inhales] ...there will be no wedding.

- [Florcia gasps] No!
- [guests murmuring]

[Terlecki laughing]

God... you witness this and despair.

- [expl*si*n]
- [guests gasping and screaming]

- [expl*si*n]
- [guests gasp]

[guests murmuring]

[dramatic music playing]

[fearful murmuring]

[woman 1] It's coming
from Wokulski's store.

- [fearful murmuring continues]
- [Izabela panting]

[woman 2] Jesus Christ.

[woman 3] Lord in Heaven. Protect us!

[man] Fetch the fire brigade, quickly!

- [indistinct shouting]
- [dramatic music continues]

[firefighter 1] Unroll the hose, quick!

[firefighter 2] You two,
take your places, now!

[dramatic music continues]

- [firefighter 1] Where are the buckets?!
- [fire roaring]

[firefighters shouting indistinctly]

[shouting echoing]

[fire whooshes]

[water spraying]

[indistinct shouting]

[Izabela screaming]

[water spraying forcefully]

THE DOLL

[music fades]


MY HEART

ONE WEEK EARLIER

[sighs heavily]

[officer] Inspector.

[inspector] Yes?

There is one thing that is troubling me.

[inspector] Uh-huh.

Those machines.

The ones that didn't perish.

[inhales] I thought that
they were for manufacturing sugar,

because that's what
the Baron and Count Łęcki said.

- Yes?
- [officer] But something didn't add up.

You see, when I was a boy,

I used to go to the distillery
where my father worked.

Yep.

And they had the same machines there
as those that were found on the barges.

So?

Why machines for a distillery
when it was sugar they were dealing in?

- Carry on.
- So I investigated.

Inspector, I've prepared a full inventory
of everything that survived the inferno.

And do you know what I found?

There was so much there.

All kinds of things, sir.

A spinning machine, printing press...

Nothing makes any sense. Nothing.

And I'm coming to believe
that it points somewhere.

- And I was thinking that...
- Now, stop right there.

[inhales deeply] I...

do not want to hear any more
of your theories or speculations.

Not that they aren't good at all,
but I have simply had enough.

Do you hear me?

I don't want to deal with this.
I don't want to hear about it any more.

Because when I hear about it,
I think about it,

and that's not what I want to do.

I've got other things to do with my time.

Like what?

[inhales] Contemplating.

- About the fire?
- No.

I don't give a sh*t about the damn fire.

Someone set fire to the barges,
they all burned, and now they're no more.

- Don't we have to catch the perpetrator?
- Shut up and listen to me.

You think we are so important,
that this case can't do without us.

But it can do perfectly well

without you or me tampering
or fishing for clues.

Clues that actually
might not even help us.

There are times when the facts
will lead you somewhere,

and the case solves itself.

And sometimes it doesn't.

It's beyond our control.

Can you not grasp that?

- No, sir.
- It's Almighty God's will!

Although, most likely,
He had no part to play in it.

He's not involved. He is passive.

And many things just seem
to happen on their own.

He sees the same as us, I'm sure,
but plays no other part than that.

Now...

[pages rustling]

Watch.

It's no more.

It was here.

Now it's no more.

[breathes deeply]

So what are we supposed to do?

Nothing.

You just wait.

Just wait.

For what, though?

Inspector, we've just had word

that Stanisław Wokulski
has just returned to Warsaw.

- [horse hooves clattering]
- [indistinct chattering]

[string music playing faintly]

[Florcia] Oysters have been ordered.
They'll arrive on the day of the wedding.

Ice for the oysters has been ordered.
They want a prepayment.

Mm, opera soloist Elisa de Bianchi
is already on her way by train.

We've booked a town house for her,
and, er, they also want pre-payment.

Let's move on. Menus need to be agreed.

- Izabela.
- Stanisław.

This wedding looks like
it's for the Queen of England.

[Florcia laughs]

I'd dearly love to come. Invite me.

Bela, we need to decide on the menu
for each day of the wedding...

We won't be deciding
upon anything yet. [blows air]

Not until my fiancé
fulfils the promise that he made to me

in the premarital contract
we both agreed to.

- I made a promise, and I will keep it.
- When?

[scoffs] Well, like I said,
when I've released some capital.

So when?

When I sell my shares
in the oil company that I told you about.

- And when is that?
- All in good time.

Well, I'm sorry, but that phrase
has a bad reputation in this house.

[Stan scoffs]

- Well, not for much longer.
- [Izabela] Oh, that's wonderful!

- How about tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?

Yes, it is the day that comes after today.

[inhales] Izabela.

Stanisław.

You've already broken
the terms of our agreement.

So if you do not set this right,
I will call off the wedding.

And I will do that a lot quicker

than "all in good time".

[exhales heavily]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[inhales] I need to tell you something.

Before being a maid, I did something else.

I'm aware.

[inhales] Stan told me everything.

So you knew all along?

Work is work.

I know you wouldn't have done it
if you didn't have to.

What's happened?

You can tell me anything.

My wife wants to get rid of these.

- All at once?
- [Kazimierz] Yes.

- [Szlangbaum] Hm.
- [Kazimierz] How much for it, then?

- For it all?
- For heaven's sake, I already told you!

Well...

Well, I'm not sure. 200 roubles.

But they're priceless.
They've been in our family line forever.

Well, you came here for a price,
and I've just given it to you.

I can go somewhere else, then.

- Five hundred.
- Mm-mm.

My final offer to you is 450.

[Szlangbaum] Mm.

Four hundred.

[Szlangbaum] Mm.

Give me 300, and I'll make a loss.

No.

We were supposed to be meeting today
for the last time.

It was to be a farewell.

And it would have been,

if not for one person's support.

Ms Izabela Łęcka,
who decided to invest in our magazine,

not only giving us
the opportunity to keep our jobs,

yet also allowing
our deeply felt beliefs to be heard.

To fight for a world...

in which women need not be afraid,

where they don't have to beg,

where they don't have to demand.

They just have the right
to self-determination.

They have the right to make decisions
about their own lives,

about their own bodies,

and their own future.

[inhales] Not as a result of birthright
or personal wealth. No.

But just because we're human.

Please welcome
with a huge round of applause

our colleague and dear friend,
Ms Izabela Łęcka.

[all applauding]

Thank you. Truly.

[indistinct chattering]

Bela?

THE IVY

- [Izabela] Yes?
- My dear...

[Florcia stammering]

- If there was...
- Yes?

If such a situation
were to present itself sometime,

where I,

with all my experience
and my years of service...

but I might not be in any way suitable,
and this could be a rather silly idea.

Just tell me, Florcia.

[gasps] Well, erm... I'm sorry, but...

I was hoping that I could be of use
at The Ivy in some capacity.

Are you asking me for a job there?

[Florcia inhales sharply,
breathes emotionally]

Bela, I was just so overwhelmed
by the words of Ms Orzeszkowa...

about... our emancipation.

[breathes emotionally] And...

she, erm...

Well, erm,
she made me think about... [sniffles]

...made me think that I,

erm, could help... help... help you all and...

help myself as well. [sniffles]

[inhales sharply]

There is sure to be something, my dear.

[breathing emotionally]

- As long as...
- [Florcia] As long as what?

Right now, I'm not sure.

But I will be soon.

[indistinct murmuring]

[clock chiming]

[liquid pouring]

[panting] I'm... I'm so sorry,
but I... I've made a mistake.

It's catastrophic. Geodetic.

[panting]

Surveyors from Cracow
examined much of our acreage,

and they determined
that our land isn't very oily.

Shallow deposits.
Not at all worth investing in.

Unless it's to graze sheep on it,
though that's not at all scientific.

- [moans]
- It can't be.

We need to find new land somewhere.
I will go.

No one's going to invest
if the fields are barren.

And you'll be disgraced and humiliated.

Too late, I'm sorry.
Because I need that money.

You must get a plan. You must do that.

Well, erm...

Gentlemen... forgive me.

I have to... [breathing deeply]

[groans softly]

I just...

[exhales] I just found out that...

- [Ochocki chuckles nervously]
- [Stan] I have to...

- [Ochocki] We need to get to the hospital.
- [Stan] I have to...

[Ochocki] Stanisław's mother
was taken to the hospital.

Er, please forgive us,

but we have to reschedule
this presentation.

[guests murmuring]

Bela,

I let you down. I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Believe me, I let myself down even more.

I lost my way.

Yet I know the way to true happiness
for the two of us, I swear.

Let's disappear.

I have money now.

[footsteps approaching]

I have money, I do. And...

[clears throat]

[door opens]

[Kazimierz sniffles, sighs]

[door closes]

Come away with me, Izabela.

I'm here to see Ms Łęcka.

She's not at home.

When is she due back?

I don't know.

Mr Wokulski was here this morning,
then Ms Izabela went out somewhere.

[Ignaś kisses]

[Marianna laughs softly]

[Ignaś kisses]

[kisses]

[bell ringing]

[Ignaś laughing softly]

Good day, Marianna.

[Marianna] Ms Łęcka.

Mr Wokulski's not at home.

It's you we're here for.

[Marianna] Me?

May we?

[door closes]

Do you like it here?

I'm happy.

That's good.

Does your master pay you well?

Yes.

[inhales] Better than when he asked you
to keep an eye on what I was up to

and report back to him?

- [Marianna breathing shakily]
- [Izabela] You don't have to explain.

Or apologise.

But you can make it up to me, can't you?

Does your master want to deceive me again?

What do you mean?

Well, I'm sure

Mr Wokulski loves you.

I'm certain of it.

Otherwise,
he wouldn't be doing these things.

What things?

[unsettling music playing softly]

[door creaking]

It was meant to be a surprise.

Really?

It worked.

This place gives me
the impression of a mausoleum.

I thought that you'd be happy.

I have to leave, or I'll be sick.

- Bela.
- [mockingly] "Bela... Bela... Bela!"

It's a really beautiful name,

but you make me want to vomit
when you say it.

- I did all this for you.
- For me?

How would you know what I want?

- Did you ask me?
- But I just thought...

[Izabela] What did you think?

Maybe this is what you thought.

That I'd be a little doll
for you to play with,

comb her hair, and dress her.

And then undress her.

[Stan] We can change everything.

If you don't like it,
you can choose other furniture.

Wait.

I'm in love with you, Bela.

Tell me, was it out of love
that you spied on me using a prost*tute?

- That conning my father was out of love?
- [grunts] You know how sorry I am.

- You believe that's enough, Stan?
- Then tell me what else I must do.

[inhales] You can pay off my torment,
and then let us just be done with it all.

Oh...

So it's just about the money, then?

[scoffs] What did you imagine?

That if you just gave me time,
I would fall desperately in love with you?

That I'd forgive you some day
for my father's death?

[Stan scoffs]

[scoffs] What are you talking about?

- Come on, we've been through this before.
- [Stan] Tell me!

The barges!

And all the other evil things you did
to lure me into your despicable trap!

- What barges?
- The ones that you burned down!

[Stan laughing incredulously]

- Don't laugh about it.
- [Stan continues laughing]

[Izabela] It's not funny!

[Kazimierz clears throat]

- [bell ringing]
- [Stan continues laughing in distance]

Come on, Bela...

- Stop it!
- [Stan continues laughing]

No!

- Shut up now!
- [glass shatters]

[Florcia screams, gasps]

[Stan panting]

So you think that was me?!

[scoffs] What do you take me for?

You just wanted
to make my father financially reliant

so that he couldn't cope on his own!

[Stan scoffs] No, my dear Bela.

Your father could never cope on his own.

Because not one of you
has any idea how to actually do that.

Because you've never had
to stand on your own two feet, have you?

You hung on the coattails of men
as successful as I am!

And since you do nothing
but stuff your f*cking faces

again and again and again, huh?

And eventually you drag anyone else down

who is that stupid to have
absolutely anything to do with you.

- You... boor!
- [glass smashes]

[Izabela screams]

[breathing heavily, screams]

- [yelling] That costs money!
- [Izabela breathing heavily]

But how on earth would you know that?

You haven't done a stroke of work
in your whole life!

How dare you compare us!

[Stan] Oh yes, of course!
You're so far above me!

- At least I'm someone with ideals!
- [Stan scoffs] Ideals?

That I doubt!

What ideals are they?

Fighting poverty?

Emancipation?

You just want people to talk about you

so that they're filled with awe
at a lady wallowing in poverty!

And you do it very slowly, inch-by-inch,

so you can talk about it
in polite society afterwards

with horror and superiority!

- You've no shame! You're so cruel!
- Because you have so much, don't you?

An abundance of shame.

You accepted my advances,

yet you fornicate
with that caricature of a man there,

who would sell his own mother
if he had to for 50 roubles!

Advances? You disgust me!

You're a perverted and obsessive predator!

At least I've actually got a heart!

You're cold inside!

- Scheming, calculating b*tch-wh*re!
- You're a m*rder*r!

[both breathing heavily]

[scoffs] Do you really believe that?

[breathing heavily] You will pay for this.

I can't. [sniffles]
I wish I could, but I don't have anything.

- You don't?
- [Stan whimpers]

I have my debts, but... but that's all.

Huh? [panting]

We had an agreement.

You gave me your word.

And it's not for me.
It's for the people at The Ivy.

I'm bankrupt, Izabela.

But... [cries]

- But what about your oil fields?
- [Stan] I was wrong.

[Izabela] What do you mean you were wrong?

There wasn't any oil.
[breathing shakily] They're empty.

- Really?
- [Stan] Really. There's nothing.

This is the end for me.

The end. [crying]

[footsteps approaching]

[inhales sharply]

You could be selling your line
of Wellington boots, couldn't you?

[inhales] You salesman.

[exhales] But now... [laughing]

...you've not a single rouble to your name!

You wanted to marry a Countess.

But you're a nobody. [scoffs]

You've always been a dirty parasite.
[inhales shakily]

[sighs emotionally] Bela...

- [Izabela gasps]
- [body thuds]

- [candlestick thuds]
- [Kazimierz groans]

- [candlestick clangs]
- [Izabela gasps]

- [candlestick clangs]
- [Izabela panting]

- [Marianna grunts]
- [flesh squelching]

[grunts, screams]

[Izabela breathing in panic]

[Marianna wails, winces]

Oh... [panting]

- [moaning]
- [door opens]

[footsteps running]

[Marianna gasps]

[Izabela breathing in panic]

[Florcia whimpering]

[candlestick clatters]

[Ignaś panting]

[Izabela breathing heavily]

- [thunder rumbling]
- [rain pouring]

[thunder crashing]

[thunder rumbling]

[inhales shakily]

[sighs heavily]

[inhales deeply]

I'll say it was me. [exhales]

[inhales] I will go to jail
for that f*ck.

Ignaś, you won't go to jail.
You will be hanged.

- [inhales] I'll say it was an accident.
- His head was pulverised.

[Marianna sobbing]

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

- [sobbing] It's just that he...
- Yeah. I know, my darling.

[Marianna sniffling]

It's possible they won't hang me,
erm, when I tell them what he did to me?

[sobbing]

Bela, we mustn't stay here
a moment longer.

In fact,
we shouldn't have come here at all.

It's obvious this was a private matter
between Marianna and Mr Starski.

That's plain.

We shouldn't be aware of it.

We can...

[whimpering] Why don't we pretend
we don't know.

And they will come to...
to some kind of solution,

one that is appropriate... and protective

for us all.

But, suffice to say,
that we were never here

in this apartment.

[breathing shakily] Erm...

And we shan't speak of this any more.

If it wasn't you who burned
my father's barges, then who was it?

Bela, what does it matter now anyway?

It does.

Bela, your cousin lies in a pool of blood.

So, really, I honestly think
that now is not the time...

[Izabela] Do not pity my cousin!

He brought it down upon himself
because of his evil action.

I will not shed a single tear for him,
I promise you.

If you don't want to help us,
I would appreciate you keeping silent.

[Florcia sniffles]

[thunder rumbling distantly]

So, who?

Who would have had the most to gain
from burning down all those barges?

Your father, if anyone.

Provided he'd insured it beforehand.

I'd sooner blow my f*cking brains out

than do business with Krzeszowski.

I told him to insure it so many times.

[sobbing] You must believe me!

Besides,
that business was not viable anyway.

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

[Florcia crying]

How could Krzeszowski pay for a new horse?

He bought it right after the disaster.

So how?

- He was insolvent.
- Well, he could've pawned something.

You saw him, Florcia.

When you went to pawn our silverware
with Szlangbaum,

Krzeszowski was there too
picking up his paintings.

Yes, I saw him.

[gags]

What if his business dealings
with my father were just a cover?

What if no one was supposed to find out...

[Marianna gagging]

...what was on the barges?

[Marianna retching]

And that's why
there was no insurance policy.

It didn't matter because it was
just about getting money from my father.

That was simply
the only motive that the Baron had.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, ladies,
because it's all so very interesting,

but we really must come to a decision.

[inhales] So, come on.

You all know exactly
what I'm talking about, don't you?!

[bell ringing]

[knocking on door]

[bell ringing]

[knocking on door]

[Izabela breathing shakily]

[knocking on door]

[thunder rumbling]

[inspector] Mr Wokulski?

Yes.

We need to ask you some questions,
if you don't mind.

Can it not wait?

Well, I've been waiting
for a very long time. Hmm.

Well, all right. We should get on with it.

Yes, sir.

We'll come in.

[Stan inhales] Just make it quick.
I'm in a hurry.

Tell me, sir, why that would be?

- Ask your questions.
- Won't take much time.

- You seem a bit nervous.
- Yeah. Tough day.

- [inspector] Did something happen?
- It's complicated.

- I'm not in a rush.
- Yes, but I am.

[loud clattering]

[heavy object scraping on the floor]

[thunder rumbling]

I was given to believe
there was no one else at home.

Y... yes.

So what was that noise?

- I didn't hear anything.
- You sure about that?

- A sound upstairs?
- You're telling me you did hear it?

- Maybe we should check?
- What on earth for?

- To see if you have company.
- I already said!

[door opens]

Stanisław.

Oh!

Mr Inspector.

This is a surprise.

[chuckles softly]

Mm. Ms Izabela.

[inhales] I have to admit
that I feel the same.

- Mm.
- Ah... you two know each other, then?

The inspector and I have indeed
met one another once before.

When my father died.

Ah! [laughing]

Forgive me, Stanisław.

- You will laugh at this, but...
- [Stan] Mm-hm? [clears throat]

I was most angry with you
when my father passed away.

Oh, mm... mm.

But I don't remember why.

Ah!

- Silly me.
- [Stan] Hm?

It was just taking you
far too long to propose.

Ah! [laughing]

I thought he was stringing me along.

So I went to the police station,

and I may have told the inspector...

that you're the man
who set Papa's barges on fire.

Ah... [laughing]

- What came over me?
- [both laughing]

- Sweetheart!
- [both laugh]

Now why on earth would you do that to me?

[both continue laughing]

- You...
- [both continue laughing]

- [Stan kisses]
- [Izabela inhales, gasps]

[both laughing hysterically]

[thunder rumbling]

Stanisław.

So tell me,

my dear.

Your oil fields are empty.
Isn't that what you told me?

They are.

You can only plant seed there
or graze sheep.

I have a proposition.

[thunder rumbling]

- [thunder crashes]
- [rain pouring]

But doesn't it all feel
very suspicious to you, Inspector?

That's exactly what it feels like.

[bright orchestral music playing]

[Stan] Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my great pleasure to present to you,
as the first of its kind in this country,

the latest invention,

which will change the face of the future.

[Krzeszowski laughing]

Whoever invests in this triumph
of modern technology

will then see returns that are simply
as extraordinary as the invention itself.

- [engine sputtering]
- [Stan] Hm!

[engine whirring steadily]

[guests gasping]

[bright orchestral music continues]

What a stench, hm?

A horseless carriage!

[guests applauding]

They're developing these new machines
over in America,

but they no longer run on steam.

They're powered...

[sniffs] ...by petroleum.

[Stan] Oil's the new gold,

and American financiers
are investing very large sums.

We urge you all to take this opportunity
and capitalise now.

Buy shares
in the Mazovian Oil Corporation.

After one year,

the return on your investment
could be as high as 20%.

- [guests murmuring]
- [Stan] Thousands of roubles.

[intriguing percussive music playing]

[guests laughing, chattering indistinctly]

Mr Wokulski.

- I beg your pardon.
- Excuse me.

I think we should talk for a moment.

Over there maybe?

So they don't see.

You know how it is. Tongues will wag.

How about there?

As I said,
one acre worth a thousand roubles

could give you a yield of 1,200 roubles.

- And that's just year one.
- [Krzeszowski] Mm.

Erm... how will my percentage rate
be guaranteed?

Bills of exchange,
with guaranteed rates of return.

Very interesting.

[intriguing percussive music continues]

It's tempting.

I can draw up the paperwork now.

Is that the one?

If you were to reduce the price
by maybe half, hm?

Then we can proceed.

By half?

Are you positive?

But you're asking me for...
for a very large discount.

Yes, but the investment is huge.

But that's him.

He looks exactly like...
Look here... the man you drew.

That's not... not him.

You know, Mr Wokulski, I was thinking...

perhaps we could find you
a suitable role in our association.

Look closely, boy. It's the same face.

It's not him, though.

Give me, Baron, your word of honour.

[chuckles]

Mr Wokulski,
every word I say is a word of honour.

Then we have a deal.

Come on, then.

Thank you.

f*cking imbecile.

[men laughing]

[Potocki] f*cking imbecile.

Write out more of those, will you?

- Twenty-five thousand.
- A much bigger sum is coming.

It's vastly bigger.

[music ends]

[horse neighs, snorts]

[indistinct chattering]

[mysterious music playing]

[officer] Inspector.

[boy] It's him.

- Look.
- What?

There...

[inspector] Ksawery.

You are Baron Krzeszowski's footman, correct?

Yes.

[inhales] How long for?

Almost my whole life.

Hm. Well, come on, tell me.

What do you mean?

How about we start with the fire,
shall we?

Inspector?

I assume you've heard that word before.

Yes.

I know nothing of it.

[music turns dramatic]

[inspector] You know nothing...

at all?

Well, I think that you know
a lot more than that.

A great deal.

Right.

So tell me. Come on.

Tell me everything.

[pocket watch ticking]

[Ignaś laughing]

No, f*ck, but Stan, you can't be serious.

[continues laughing]

You're joking, right? [laughing]

Stan, for f*ck's sake, this is suicide.

[thunder rumbling]

Stan, will you bloody look at me?!

I'm telling you, it's suicide!

[ticking]

Dear guests...

[music intensifies]

[ticking]

...there will be no wedding.

[exploding]

[glass shattering]

[flames crackling]

[haunting music playing]

[Ignaś] It made no sense to me.

[introspective piano music playing]

When he was in Siberia,

Stan read too many books about love.

And he confused the sadness inside him...

his despair, as black as tar...

with love.

He pursued her out of despair,

not out of love.

[music intensifies]

Some people are simply born to be...

punished.

And he didn't want to be here.

[exhales heavily]

[exhales sharply]

It was as if he wanted his despair
to be fed by her.

And when, after all that effort,
all that cost, all that madness,

he realised that this dream woman
wouldn't make him happy,

he fell into even greater despair,

which seemed impossible.

[thunder rumbling]

To the very depths of hell.

[Ignaś inhales, blows out]

They argued all the time.

When he screamed at her in rage,
it was at himself, really.

I heard them.

Yelling, cursing, berating each other.

[inhales]

With his every word,
he doused himself in rage.

Rage that his dream left him with nothing.

That Łęcka couldn't save him...

[sighs] ...from the trap
that he set for himself.

- [ticking]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

[Ignaś] What she said to him,
I don't know.

But... you see,

he really just didn't fit in
with aristocrats

and their c*ck-sucking
pompous airs and graces. He didn't fit in.

[mysterious music playing]

[Ignaś] Was it really love?

I don't know.

We had never known it before.

Love was something
only the rich had time to indulge in.

[in French] You will never be my widow.

[Elisa singing operatically]

[Ignaś] If he put as much energy,
as much effort,

into anything else other than Łęcka,

in any given field, he would have reached...

the zenith.

The zenith.

[newsboy] Illustrated Gazette.
Best price in w*r...

[sombre orchestral music playing]

Perhaps he had thought of death
from the very beginning.

Because death was eating him up
from the inside his whole life.

[horse snorts]

[Ignaś] Hyah!

[Ignaś] Or maybe, in truth...

he simply longed for death.

Not for Łęcka.

[muffled explosions]

[introspective piano music playing]

And that...

is what he got.

[music fades]

[exhales] Finally.

[clock chiming]

[Krzeszowski] You, Miss,
naturally, know nothing at all about it?

Why is it, Baron,
you use the word "naturally"?

Are you implying something?

Yes.

[men murmuring]

[chuckles] There's no reason
to get upset, my dear.

I'm not upset.

It's hard for us to believe
in such a coincidence.

Wokulski blew himself up, Ochocki's gone.

- No one's seen hide nor hair of him.
- [Izabela] So?

My dear,
I hear that you're going away soon.

- To a convent.
- Correct.

Will it be possible to visit you there?

I will be in the cloisters.
Sadly, no one can visit me there.

Ah.

Isn't that funny?

[chuckles softly] Are you amused
by the rules, Count?

This matter is unresolved.

[men murmuring]

And I am not finished.

And yet, Count, I am.

- Baron "Krzeszoski"?
- Yes.

Krzeszowski.

MY LOVE

[sombre piano music playing]

- [indistinct chattering]
- [dog barking]

[music ends]

Half.

As we agreed upon.

[bag thuds]

Do you trust me?

[chuckles softly]

You wouldn't cheat me after everything,
would you?

[chuckles softly]

[clicks tongue] So here we are.

[sighs] It's time.

[sighs]

So it is.

[ethereal music playing]

[steam hissing]

[indistinct chattering]

[Izabela] My contribution to The Ivy.

Take it.

It should be enough.

Florentyna will help you.

And you?

I will cope.

[emotional music playing]

[train hisses]

[Izabela breathes emotionally, laughs]

[Florcia cries]

[train whistling]

[horse snorts]

IGNACY RZECKI
HABERDASHERY

[doorbell dinging]

[Marianna laughing] Wait.

S. W. HABERDASHERY
J. MINCEL AND S. WOKULSKI

WARSAW
POLAND

NEW YORK

[melodic orchestral music playing]

[camel grunting]

[Izabela] Dear Stanisław,

I won't write too much
because, to be honest,

I never actually liked writing.

Not so long ago, I thought that
there was nothing I wanted to do more.

But it wasn't true,

just like many other things,

which today seem more distant to me

than the continent I intend,
with, I admit, some trepidation,

to visit soon.

I do not possess much money,
which is an interesting change for me.

Until recently,
I thought I had everything,

but nothing was waiting for me.

Now, it's the exact opposite.

I have nothing,
but everything is waiting for me.

From an early age, I was convinced
that nothing mattered more in life

than the circumstances of your birth.

Now I realise that we are born
not just the once,

but over and over again,

every day anew.

[ethereal music plays]

[expl*si*n roars]

[Izabela] I hope that you too
will find in this new life

what you desire most.

I wish it for you with all my heart.

Just as I wish it for myself,

though I'm not at all certain
what that is.

[crowd cheering, laughing]

[Izabela] I do not know.

But I'm not too concerned about it,

because I discovered
something else along the way.

That "I do not know"

is far more interesting than "I know".

[music swells]

[music fades to silence]

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades to silence]