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I don't know... Food poisoning,

neurosis, psychosis perhaps.

Esotericism might have something to say.

Split personality.

Schizophrenia.

Multiple personality.

Fascinating illness.

The mind, emotions and motivations.

All of this becomes fragmented.

But cases like these don't happen...

Do you understand?

And if they don't, then

the groom's in fact possessed.

Dears... I'll tell you...

It is suspected to be

a case of food poisoning.

Let me stress it has nothing to do with

the food we've been serving.

It was something he ate earlier.

Probably while he was still...

...in London.

The last thing aneta and Piotr want

is for you to be worried about it.

I fully understand your concern. My wife

and I were afraid of what might happen,

but the doctor has calmed our nerves.

As he has seen hundreds,

maybe even thousands of such cases.

As we were leaving,

the groom was racing back here

and actually wanted to dance.

But I...

He needs to rest.

Saint Michael, the Archangel,

defend us in battle,

Be our defense against

the wickedness and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

That's Yiddish.

- Yiddish?

- Yes.

It's too weak.

We need something more powerful.

Maybe try something in Latin?

Amen.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

Let him go!

Saint Michael, the Archangel,

defend us in battle...

Be our defense against the wickedness...

Professor, please...

Yes?

What do you mean "yes"?

Open the bloody door.

Let us in!

Are you crazy?

Have you all gone f***ing mad?

He's been shouting his head off.

Bring the band in, otherwise all the guests

will come here if he keeps wailing.

Professor, please...

Why drag him into this?

Leave us alone.

Now!

All right, all right... As you wish.

Father, may I have a word?

- I really have to go now.

- Just a word!

Guys, stay a bit longer!

Where's your boss?

- F***!

- Not now!

Just a few more songs!

Everything's packed away.

What can we plug in there?

There was a contract. Right?

- With a timetable attached. Right?

- There was, but...

But what? I want music and fun.

Who pays the piper calls the tune.

Who are you?

I'm Hana.

I knew only one Hana here.

Everyone in the area courted her...

I was also in love with her...

We'd bet about who would kiss her first...

I can still feel her cheek...

But she only loved one Polish boy...

Then she vanished without a trace.

Who are you?

I'm Szymon Wentz.

I live in the house by the river.

You're little Szymon?

Under little Lilly's cradle

stands a pure white goat.

The little goat went to market,

to buy you raisins and almonds.

...so you would fall asleep, my little boy.

What's going on? Nothing's going on.

Just a normal wedding.

The weather isn't up to much,

so few things went wrong.

We're talking about the groom.

Why's everyone on about the groom.

The groom this, the groom that.

What is it - a stag night?

Don't you have better things

to talk about?

I saw the priest leave the cellar.

So what if he did?

Anyone can leave.

It's a free country...

Everyone can come

and go as they please.

They say a Jewish demon

has possessed the groom.

Who's been spreading such nonsense?

Next you'll start to gossip.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I said they should get to know each other.

Live together.

And why England?

As if there weren't any boys here.

It's not your fault.

And if it's true what they're saying?

Who?

What sort of a wedding

is it without a Jew?

No, no! I'm not drinking.

That was all in Romanticism.

I'll tell you something...

In the old days mad men

used to walk around,

talk to ghosts, but no one

was ever affraid of them.

Until later when they started

to treat them as lepers.

In the old days it was all simple.

Everyone was Polish.

Poland was as big as the whole world.

It was peacefull and happy.

And then the bad ghosts came in

and divided all the Poles.

That is why our land was taken!

First Germany then Russia

and then finally Israel!

Why have you taken over this man?

He is my lover.

The one I was promised.

He is the husband of this girl here.

And what you're doing...

Look at her.

I'm not a rabbi...

I don't have the power of a holy man,

but I beg you:

leave this man's body.

This is a different life.

Other people are being born and dying.

You're lying!

My God.

I want to see my family.

That one no longer exists.

Neither do you.

Dad...

Mom...

Your family doesn't exist.

Piotr...

According to the timetable...

The wedding cake!

Get the f*** out!

Zygmunt! It's paid for.

Find out what's up at the barn.

And call an ambulance.

Your friend needs taking away.

That's enough of that "friend".

I don't know him very well.

Fine.

And we're going downstairs.

I understand everything, but we can't keep

a sick man in the cellar all night.

He isn't sick.

In Jewish tradition the soul of

a dead person can cling to a living one,

in order to carry out

what death interrupted...

It's a dybbuk.

The clinging.

It's the chance for

it to purge itself,

but also to purge the soul

of the possessed one.

To purge is purgatory.

Only cutting that connection by exorcism...

What the f*** are you talking about?

So sorry, I apologize...

This is very interesting.

But we live in the twenty-first century.

We live in a civilized country.

This is the case for health care!

Can't you see that in a minute

he's going to croak?

And we'll all be f***ing accused of

refusing help to a sick person.

What will we tell them then?

That he saw a skeleton?

What skeleton?

"I don't know what skeleton.

I didn't see it.

But the patient did.

And then he had a seizure

and did St. Vitus's Dance,

and talking crap in German,

And then had epil...

So we locked him in the cellar

to talk about the epilepsy."

Please let's stop this nonsense.

Listen...

Calm down...

We've agreed that according to

the preliminary medical diagnosis...

and with the consent of the priest...

the marriage is annulled.

What did you say?

Take it easy, aneta, easy...

We ought to wait a while until

the experts have had a look.

It may turn out he isn't a lunatic.

I don't say it won't.

It may turn out he isn't.

And then we'll have another wedding.

A normal one, with sunshine and all.

And not here, I never really

liked this land, honestly.

But above all we ought to find out

something about his family.

Are you totally insane?

I'm not insane! We ought to clear up

who his parents were.

- Yes, of course...

- We ought to clear up!

- Yeah! We ought to!

- We ought to clear up!

The doctor will get us a referral

to a centre with the best specialists...

Easy, easy...

Don't bother, let's give her some time.

Everything will be fine.

They think I'm dead.

But it's not true.

It's nice here, but I really have to go.

Of course. I'll get someone

to give you a lift home.

The ambulance is on its way.

I told them not to turn on the siren,

so as not to make a racket.

Good.

And the barn's almost ready.

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