A Year Of the Quiet Sun Page #2

I don't have change.

Come back later, okay?

Want some?

Do sit down, please.

Please, have a seat.

Returning to our conversation,

if you'll allow me...

I don't know if you're aware that

she was sleeping with that German.

Your neighbor.

Maybe you noticed she has

a number tattooed on her arm?

No. Her plans

are no concern of mine.

Plans?

I'm not talking about plans.

I'm talking about memories.

Do you know

how she survived the camp?

She was...

in a brothel for SS officers.

You shouldn't judge people.

Thank you.

In there, Doctor.

Come back later.

Better yet, tomorrow.

Exhale.

Hold your breath.

We have to find some penicillin.

But where, Doctor?

Anywhere we can.

Please, I'll do it myself.

Don't watch. Go outside.

Close the door. I'll call you.

We'll go away.

You'll take us with you, soldier boy.

To America.

I saw a movie once.

Stagecoach.

Stagecoach.

Mountains...

rocks...

as far as the eye could see.

Galloping--

Would you like some water, Mama?

Stella.

I didn't tell you

everything about myself.

I know.

How did you know?

It doesn't matter.

That's all in the past.

You have to make a new start.

You said so yourself.

Make a new start, huh?

That guy stole everything I had.

Everything I'd stashed away

to get me across the border.

Which guy?

The guy I had with me

when your mother was dying.

I left him alone for a moment.

He must have rummaged around.

Was it a lot?

Enough to cross the border.

You think I'm raking it in?

My mother paid for herself and me.

You can go in her place.

You're not putting me on?

You won't change your mind?

Say you won't!

I'm that woman's daughter.

You know, the cake place.

Myself, I don't have a sweet tooth.

- You took the money.

- From you?

Not from me, for me.

Now stop playing games.

Suppose I did. So?

Well, it's like this:

My mother died,

so someone else will be going.

The woman next door.

That whore?

If you say so.

What's the difference?

- No difference.

- So it's a deal?

Okay, it's a deal.

Is she in good shape?

No worse than me.

Then it makes no difference

which one of you goes.

What do you mean,

which one of us?

Your mommy paid for one person.

I told her the price had gone up

because of the risk.

She said she'd stay behind

because she was sick...

and she wasn't up

to such a long trip.

She must have guessed

she was gonna die.

Give me a hand.

He's having a seizure.

You got a handkerchief?

Why do you still do this?

You don't have to now.

Are you crazy?

This one wasn't for the money.

I wanted to do a good deed.

He's all alone.

He latched on to me.

I feel bad about leaving him.

I haven't even told him.

What'll happen when he comes here

and finds me gone?

He'll feel betrayed.

Yes, he will.

What am I supposed to do?

Stay here for his sake?

You could explain to him.

He'd spill the beans.

In that case,

I'll explain after you've left.

What? What about you?

I'm staying.

What do you mean?

I'll give you a letter for Norman.

What's going on?

You can pay him back

when you get a job.

You mean you're staying

and I'm going?

Yes. I'll give you

his address in Berlin.

Are you out of your mind?

Norman will be back any day.

Yes, he will...

but I won't tell him.

Or maybe I will.

Emilia, what's happened?

My mother gave me a present...

but I don't want it.

I see you.

What do you see?

If you imagine

you can go away with him...

without the authorities' permission--

You don't control me.

You only think you do.

Just a moment.

This is the hospice.

It's about this wire transfer.

Could you give me some details?

The recipient's on her way,

but she can't hear too well.

Excuse me?

I'm the Mother Superior.

Miss Emilia.

But what is it?

An inheritance? A gift?

I know it's from America,

but what is the nature of this money?

It must be some kind

of misunderstanding.

No, it's for you.

The whole sum.

Unless you choose

to share your good fortune--

But it's yours.

To visit America, if you wish.

I told them that was unlikely.

- But who's it from?

- That I couldn't make out.

The consulate would have

that information.

Some of the amount can be used

for the journey...

but I doubt you--

Why do you doubt?

I'll go.

Would you please call a cab

to take me to Warsaw?

How much do you think

the fare could come to?

Three hundred zlotys?

Three hundred.

I'll go.

Thank you, Sister.

I can manage. It's light.

- Is anything wrong?

- No. I'm sorry.

- Let me help you.

- Thank you.

I'm coming, Sister.

I'm coming.

Thank you, Sister.

I'll be right there.

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