Blind Date Page #4
- Year:
- 2010
- 4 min
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- They'll turn up eventually.
- Shut up!
And these high heels... sh*t!
- Delicious.
- I know. Straight from a "cow-goat".
I didn't expect to...
To have so much fun in my company?
True.
Want to know a secret?
I'm trying my best.
This is going to cost you dearly.
- What did we do?
- What you shouldn't have!
We're supposed to have
a good time, right?
But not at my expense, right?
From now on you will do as I tell you.
Get moving.
Turn that off!
Into the car.
There's a crisis.
Leave it for the poor.
Come on.
Karol!
Where's Karol?
I have no idea.
Today the lovebirds
will perform a romantic dance.
I can even dance with the barman.
I promise I will be totally romantic.
You know you're pushing your luck?
You don't know what I'm capable of.
Tha station pays for your luxury yacht
and the bed you sleep in.
The station pays for your drinks...
...and you have to pay
out of your own pocket?
Do something so that Snow White starts
acting as if she were on a date.
Observe and admire.
Shall we dance?
I think we have to.
We don't have to. It's up to you.
One word and I'm out of here.
What about Kinga? And the station
which is paying for all of this?
You decide.
I once had a girl just like you.
Same looks, same character.
Let me guess. You dumped her?
That was my biggest mistake.
I let her go.
Did you try to remedy things?
I fell down on my knees before her.
She forgave me...
...and gave me an invitation
to her wedding.
What a nightmare.
Maybe if we leave them alone
something will happen.
Sh*t. This is the third day
and I've got no material.
But the dance came out great.
We really do have good stuff.
Who's the boss? You or me?
If I say the material sucks,
then it sucks.
Keep your phone switched on!
If they end up in one room tonight
sneaking out in the morning.
What?
If you want to shoot
ethically clean material,
then join Catholic TV. Understood?
In a flash.
Then scram.
Huggy, huggy...
May I keep you company
on your territory?
Avec plsir.
Shall I shoot anything else?
It's all a load of crap anyway.
- Well, I just thought...
- Then don't think.
You're not good at it. Understood?
In a flash.
I was finishing my first year
of English philology,
worked in a pub, started to
feel comfortable in Wroclaw,
and then I met him.
He was 20 years older.
He seemed so intelligent,
affectionate, caring.
He knew how to listen.
- He showered me with gifts.
- Why didn't you marry him?
He has a wife.
He was, of course, going to divorce her,
but it was all lies.
A year of studies down the drain,
a year of drugs and therapy...
Let's talk about anything
except unhappy love.
Will you pour me some wine?
What?
I can't think of anything
to talk about.
Till tomorrow then.
Till tomorrow.
It was a nice conversation.
- We'll see each other at breakfast?
- At breakfast.
Good night.
- Get ready!
- Yes, of course.
Hi Stasia.
Super.
We live on a yacht
like millionaires.
I've just been to the Spa.
Anisa is a superb masseuse.
Karol?
He thinks he's funny, intelligent.
There were flashes of good upbringing.
Majka!
He can make a charming fool of himself.
I thought it was funny.
And I you. Bye.
Jump into the water,
maybe that will clear your mind.
Turn it off.
So?
Was it worth being nice?
Get in.
He gave me a right
talking to, didn't he.
I don't know what came over me.
When something goes wrong
you can always try to make it right.
You think so?
Thanks.
Oh f***!
Sh*t! The painting's fallen off!
A scent of all scents,
from the land of Ez.
Don't you like it?
Kinga showed the cameraman
a similar one just a while ago.
What's your problem?
I'm trying my best,
but you're always sulking.
You did give your best, that's true.
I heard how hard you tried.
"Oh Yes, yes..." No, wait.
"Yes, yes, yes, oh f***! That was good!"
Congratulations.
- Next time don't eavesdrop.
- I came to apologize,
but that was a mistake.
Keep out of my way
during the days that are left, okay?
Let's play out the remaining scenes
of this romantic trash, alright?
You think your exceptional?
No. That's what you think of yourself.
You know what?
You are bitchy and conceited.
Just because you were dumped
doesn't give you the right
to treat everyone...
Not everyone, but you fall
into that elite group of morons.
Start shooting our happy
departure from this paradise.
Okay. Ready?
Camera...
Rolling!
What a pity we have to leave.
It was heavenly, wasn't it?
Okay?
Okay! Got it, thanks.
So long.
This is for you. You've earned it,
Now you'll have a pair.
I thought you didn't like him?
Oh, you did...
A bit.
That he slept with her
doesn't bother me.
But what he said about me was true.
Men are never right.
Unless they admit to their own mistakes
but that's not going to happen,
so in general they're never right.
- But it's true.
- What is?
That I treat every man
as if he were a rat.
What a pig.
- Me? I was only joking.
- Shut up.
Poor Kuba.
Don't worry about Kuba, but yourself.
- When's the show?
- The day after tomorrow.
Let the bastard regret what he lost
and find out, that he wasn't right.
You're to be an angel, do you hear?
Although in your case
it's highly unlikely,
but please make an effort.
- Did you see what I saw?
- No. What?
- Only joking. I saw it.
- Damn.
Please do not disperse.
The show will commence shortly.
Please switch your mobile off.
Taking pictures
and recording is prohibited.
Did you ever consider changing
your greetings?
I don't understand.
I know.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Let's get this massacre behind us.
I promise you will never
see me again in your pub.
- Are you still here?
We're going on air in a moment.
Get to the studio.
- Okay, okay.
- Move it!
This isn't
a Corpus Christie procession!
I assume that your stay
on a luxury yacht
and at a beautifully located Spa resort
was abundant not only
in cosmetic experiences, so to speak.
Yes, it was really...
...super.
Have you anything to add, Maja?
I will remember this trip a long time.
Ladies and gentlemen, it was only
a question of time before Karol
knocked on the door to Maja's cabin.
Time flies...
...and flies...
It seems that Karol conquered
not only Maja's heart.
Any comments?
I won't confirm, I won't deny.
The rest is silence,
as the poet would say.
F***ing manipulators!
Karol is a real gentleman.
A real prick!
And do you have anything to add?
A couple of words at least.
Karol turned out to be
a fantastic lover.
Kinga, the guardian of our group,
found that out herself.
The reason she works
for this station is obvious.
She's to jump into beds
of the male participants.
Freeze that frame.
I'll have her eat those words!
I can say one good thing about her.
She has a strong voice
and her orgasm
could be heard around the yacht.
Bravo!
I am very grateful for being given
the chance to take part in this show,
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