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He's even promised to

rebuild the bridge.

The one the Germans destroyed.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Just like in any trade,

it's the same in life.

The young take their places,

and the old ones let go.

No, no...

We have to make room for the young.

There's enough room,

you can start on your own.

And your family next door will help you.

Change diapers and the potty.

In brief...

Welcome home.

Wash your hands.

I'll hang on to the digger though.

It's harder to part with than my daughter.

Daddy...

Your turn, Peter.

We'll make good use of the digger.

You won't minding if I...

Won't mind.

Won't mind if I keep it a bit longer.

Just don't take it to bed with you!

We don't know each other well yet...

The more I appreciate

such a wonderful reception.

And...

He's lost the thread.

And I hope...

We'll live here for many years...

Me...

...and Hana.

Who's Hana?

aneta, my honey!

You've had enough, mate!

'Hana' is what I call the digger.

Thank you father, thank you mother.

You brought me up beautifully.

It's time for me to leave.

Bless me as I can't come back now...

The bride and groom!

Was Hana an old girlfriend?

Planning to cheat on me already?

No... really...

Where's the ring?

I think I know where you left it.

- Everything OK?

- Yes... I feel a bit strange...

...Alcohol.

Polish wedding...

You'd better dance it off.

aneta, I have to tell you something.

Now the groom will dance with

the happy mother-in-law!

Change your partners!

No, no, no...

No excuses... It's important.

Well, the bride groom's spinning

his mother-in-law around.

The first and last time.

Poor old mother-in-laws.

What's going on?

I told them not to overdo it

with the booze.

When they serve you tell them

the best man will take it off your hands.

Change partners again!

The bride is waiting...

I have a question...

Is it possible...

that the spirit of a dead person...

...can appear before us?

How do you mean?

Normally...

There's a spirit...

...and I can see it.

You mean the memory of a loved one?

I know it sounds stupid, but...

What's this, Father?

Managed to sin already?

I'm sorry, I have to go...

Please sit, Father, please...

I'll come with a bottle in a minute.

But first a swift one

with my son-in-law.

I can hardly talk to my son-in-law.

Either not around

or talking to somebody else.

We have to get to know each other!

But it's like drinking.

Only with your head

not with an appetizer.

You should watch your mouth

after you had a few.

Once it's out it's too late.

People start whispering and you

don't even know who started it.

It's the butterfly effect.

There's a theory: if a butterfly

flaps its wings somewhere,

it can cause a disaster.

Get out, get out!

- Do you know anything more...

- What about?

About that skeleton.

You see how it sounds,

depending on what words you use.

Then you'll say you didn't mean it.

But no one will hear you.

I know what I saw.

You saw it.

But I didn't.

...and you bridesmaids take off

your veils.

Just don't ruin your hair...

Make way!

And this morning by the church

bells were chiming...

Let's roll him!

Just leave him.

Get ready.

Except you, kid.

You can't either, dear uncle.

Jasny! Jasny!

Doctor!

Piotr, it's fine.

- We ought to take him. Just in case.

- Don't worry, boys. I'll look after him.

You can't take the groom

away from his wedding.

It's just epilepsy. Nothing serious.

aneta, has he had any attacks before?

No, never...

I mean... Not since I've known him.

You haven't known each other long...

Jasny, come here.

Listen, go and fetch more vodka

from the car.

We'll have to get everyone drunk.

They can't see the groom like this.

- How many bottles?

- All of them!

- Why all of...

- I said all of them!

Ronaldo!

Have them turn off that siren!

- Off you go, boys.

- Are you sure you're up to...?

Look at me.

He's in the care of a doctor.

When the stimulants kick in

he'll be as quiet as a lamb.

Have a good party...

No use getting emotional.

Piotr...

He's not responding.

Give him time, aneta.

He had a double dose.

It needs time.

He drank too much

and maybe took something.

We shouldn't take a blood test,

it might cause problems, I reckon.

Piotr, is it OK?

I'll be back...

Go on! Don't worry about a thing.

Have fun!

Don't worry, don't worry...

Relax, relax.

I won't offer it to you...

Take it! And hurry up!

What did you give him?

- I didn't give him anything..

- Yeah, right!

Maybe he had something he took.

- I swear.

- F*** your promises.

A stupid joke of yours.

Even if I had something,

he wouldn't have taken it.

He doesn't even drink much.

- Great. What's up with him then?

- I don't f***ing know.

I've never seen him like this.

Where the f*** are you going?

F*** this!

Don't you dare lie!

False alarm.

Everything's fine.

It's under control.

Faster, faster!

As Piotr would say...

Hurry up! Move!

I've put almost everything out.

I left a few. For a rainy day.

Isn't it f***ing rainy enough?

Well? Start using your brain

after thirty years.

What's your problem?

You found a f***ed-up

husband for you sister!

That's the problem.

So it's all my fault now.

Whose is it?

Can't you see he's epileptic?

How was I supposed to know?

How were you supposed to know?

How the f*** are you supposed

to know anything?

How much vodka are we left with?

- Come dance!

- Hurry up!

- You got your duties as the best man!

- Wanna dance? We'll dance!

Where?

Here?

That's what he said.

Really?

I don't know.

Maybe he was making it up.

Didn't you see how he was behaving?

Why didn't anybody tell me?

But I thought you knew.

If it was me...

I'd have told you right away.

Keep playing!

Help him!

Ok, ok. I mean not OK.

That was a heavy dose.

All right... He's not exactly well

but we'll figure it out.

Where's that bloody son of mine?

Piotr please tell me how can I help you?

aneta! Be carefull!

Give him the f***ing injection!

Haste makes waste.

Go on!

Now hold him steady.

What's that? Is he talking German?

Talking in... Foreign languages...

Taiwan!

Go away!

Why's the bloody priest here?

- I thought...

- What? What did you think with?

- I'm sorry...

- Piotrek found a skeleton in the ground.

You f***ing idiot!

I didn't tell her anything.

Get off me, will you?

I came to say goodbye.

I've got work to do tomorrow.

Listen...

There's no skeleton.

It's the ravings of a sick mind.

aneta, except no one's seen it.

Apart from him.

Why don't you ask him?

- What skeleton?

- It might be a spirit.

He's talking in a foreign language.

He's talking German. Big deal.

He talks English too and even Polish.

- That isn't German.

- Even better. He's talking crap.

Could you say something, Father?

Here we go!

Well, the doctor said it's epilepsy.

I did - but I take it back. I've never

seen epilepsy like this, have you?

It must be possible to explain it

from a medical point of view.

Really? How?

How do you explain it?

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