All That I Love Page #3

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How's everything going

with you, Jasiek?

All fine.

That's good.

How about Staszek?

The same.

We're playing together in a band.

That's nice... What do you play?

Punk rock.

I'm not familiar with that.

But I bet it sounds nice.

It's loud.

Kids are always loud.

And how is Ela?

These days she's always on call,

she almost lives in the hospital.

I'm going for a walk.

Before you do, take some tea

to grandma. It's on the stove.

The boy has grown up,

God knows when.

How do you see it?

- What?

- What do you mean, what?

Shooting at people in Silesia.

It can be worse than in 1970.

I have nothing to do with it.

I'm just a Navy officer.

You've always liked to daydream.

How did you all get

so clever all of a sudden!

- What are you so mad about?

- What do you want?

- Sit down, relax.

- Everyone keeps complaining.

I just want to learn your opinion.

You should've told

me that 20 years ago.

You think I knew back then?

Is that you, sonny?

No, grandma, it's me... Janek.

- Dad is in the kitchen with grandpa.

- That's good, good...

I brought you a cup of tea.

Would you like some?

No, thank you.

Come a bit closer.

You look just like your father.

He also didn't like to comb his hair.

Are you OK?

He was afraid of the comb,

as if it was to bite him.

Even today, he doesn't use it.

He fixes his hair

with his fingers instead.

I'd like to die already, but I'm

also afraid of thinking this way.

The Lord sees everything.

Is there anything I could bring you?

No, thank you.

I'll just lie here a bit.

Go now.

I'll lay here.

Janek!

Janek!

Janek!

I LOVE BASIA:

I went to her room,

I thought she was asleep.

But she was already dead.

Now grandpa is there...

I thought she was sleeping.

- Did she say anything to you?

- Nothing.

She didn't say anything?

She said she was tired

and wanted to lay down a bit.

Is that all?

Nothing else?

She said...

...that I look like you.

That you didn't use

to comb your hair.

What?

Something like that,

that you were afraid of the comb.

What are you talking about?

That's what she said.

That your hair was all messy.

I was afraid of the comb?

You still don't use it.

You use your hands to fix your hair.

I've never thought of that.

Of what?

That she noticed it at all.

I notice it, too.

There's nothing strange about it.

You think so?

What's up, guys?

Spring time!

We should do some beer!

I have no money.

- But I do.

- Me too, hang on.

Give it to me.

- What about you?

- One zloty.

Give me that.

I'll be right back.

Go get us that beer.

All right, guys.

Move it!

Good afternoon.

At ease.

I'm going to take a piss.

- Would you do her?

- Sokolowska?

- Anything wrong with her?

- She's old.

- What?

- She's not young, is she?

- You're the young one.

- You would do her, right?

- Man...

- Why don't you tell her that?

Are you f***ing crazy?

Is that why you lock yourself

in the toilets every evening?

Morning.

Morning.

Isn't that your boy?

- Morning!

- Hi!

- What?

- Can I ask you something?

- Is it confidential?

- Sort of.

If it's confidential,

it's confidential.

There's this prom in June.

And we need some camouflage

net to cover the ceiling...

Helena asked me if I could

talk to you about it.

But why do I need

to go to her?

I told her that I could get the net,

if our band plays at the prom.

That's what you told her?

What did she say?

She said that if I don't want to help,

she'll talk to you herself.

So I told her it's not

her prom but ours.

Besides everyone at school

wants us to play.

- You went a little too far.

- I know.

I wanted to make sure

you don't arrange the net

until she agrees

to our concert.

Ok, we'll talk about it at home.

Tell mom I'll be back at evening.

Dad!

Happy Birthday.

For good luck.

A big one.

Well, thank you.

She's coming...

She's in.

You won't be a chicken, will you?

OK, let's go.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Come here!

Who, me?

Who else?

You are Janek, aren't you?

Yeah.

What are you doing here,

in the staircase?

We're going to rehearsal.

You're following me, aren't you?

No way. We're really

on our way to practice.

Where are your instruments?

They're...

...inside the rail car.

Who would want to carry

them every day?

Well, then...

I thought we could become friends,

but you prefer to lie...

- Don't run in the stairway!

- Something happened?

- No, why?

- Sorry, darling, I have to go.

- She's into you!

- What are you talking about?

- She knew your name.

- So what?

- You should hit on her.

- Exactly!

Keep quiet.

F***... You won't get

another chance like this.

- There's nothing to think about.

- F***, what am I going to say?

If she were into me,

I'd know exactly what to say.

Oh, it's you.

- I wanted...

- Come in.

Come inside.

Don't be shy.

Sit down.

- Would you like anything to drink?

- No, thanks.

So... what's going on?

You have a nice apartment.

- Do you mind if I smoke?

- No...

- I like the smell of cigarettes.

- You smoke yourself?

Every now and then.

Would you like one?

No, thank you.

Nice lighter.

- Do you like it?

- Yeah.

If you tell me quickly what's

going on, I'll be yours.

I mean... the lighter will be yours.

Would you like to kiss me?

- What you're waiting for?

- Now?

What? Should I turn off the light?

You're saying that you're a musician.

What kind of music do you play?

- I have a tape here somewhere.

- You'll play it for me later...

- Have you listened to their music?

- I have.

And you liked it?

It's not important whether I like it.

It's their music.

Aren't you bothered

by what they're singing about?

If this can be even

called 'singing'...

It's hard to understand.

They scream a lot.

Exactly.

Do you know what

they scream about?

About freedom,

better future and such things.

Professor, I think

you're exaggerating a little.

Many of the assigned books

talk about the same ideas.

You know that better

than I do anyway.

Let's make a deal.

I'll arrange this camouflage net,

and you'll let the boys play...

two or three songs.

I'll talk to the headmistress.

Maybe she'll agree.

The kids will be happy and they'll

better remember the school.

It's not easy for them, anyway.

What kind of a future is there

for them in this country?

I didn't expect to have

this kind of a conversation with you.

Did you expect me to shoot

my son for high treason?

I'm happy I could help the school.

No, I'd like to thank you

on behalf of the school.

Hi!

F***! I thought we would

play everything.

Two, three songs, it's not bad.

Yeah, well. F*** it all.

It's not bad.

Look who's coming.

Good morning!

Good morning!

Janek, could you come here, please!

F***...

Just go.

She must have liked it...

- Is everything all right?

- Yeah...

Look...

- I listened to your songs.

- Really?

They are kind of...

...wild.

Did you like them?

Yeah... They're just like you.

Did something happen?

No, nothing happened.

Good afternoon.

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