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I write my doctorate paper

in philosophy.

Are you making laugh of me?

In philosophy?

-Philosophy!

-You probably don't know what philosophy is.

Filosofia, it's from Greek:

loving of wisdom.

We wouldn't be driving our Mercedeses

and BMW, without these Greeks.

Nor staring at flat screens

of plasma technology TV sets?

-Maybe cable TV is also their invention?

-They put spiritual foundations for these cables.

And I can put you 5 kg of plastic

explosives under your car.

Say what?

Dirty butt. Mr Guye says, that

you shouldn't make laugh of educated people.

His brother is a professor

at the university of Hanoi.

Socrates, Plato, Aristoteles.

But for you, Nietzsche should be enough.

Will you also be so funny

at your funeral?

I will be extremely serious at yours.

Right, gentlemen.

There is always time to fight.

We have a problem of Arnold and Ramzes.

We need to find a consensus.

I mean talk.

Hey, excuse me gentlemen.

Can we make a photograph?

We should do something with this wacko,

before he does this to us.

Is it here?

Who?

Doctor X.

I see that you're surprised.

This meeting is on neutral ground.

Ground?

I am very glad, Andrew.

You are widening your horizons.

-This doctorate is a great idea.

-That's what you want to talk about?

Change the rules.

Became less visible.

The most precious thing,

is usually hidden.

Like Alosza says.

Arnold and others like him are red-necks.

But red-necks are also useful.

You need to know how to use them.

People will respect you.

You deserve it.

Doctor Nowicki, sounds well.

-What are you occupied with now?

-You know, business.

Scientific stuff?

-Logics.

Logics!

A great branch of knowledge.

Take this number,

in case you need help.

-We see each other.

-I separate business

from family life.

You should do that too.

Respect your family.

Can you explain this to me?

Everything?

Wait, wait, wait...

My God!

It's so easy.

Very easy.

Sonia will be proud of you.

And you?

-Good night!

Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

/Come, please, come with me./

See you.

So, you claim, that it

was just a gas explosion?

Of course. What else could it be?

-So where did these shells come from?

-Shells?

Maybe one of our guests

returned from holidays at the seaside.

Seaside?

Maybe ocean...

And, of course, you don't have any

enemies gentlemen...

Enemies? What enemies?

Look at us, please.

Right.

I was lucky.

We should have finished him then.

Stand still.

Explain me something please.

What do you need this doctorate for?

-Do you want to be a senator?

-No.

Philosophy is a great thing.

Can't you feel that?

No.

Have you ever wondered about sense of our life?

Where we came from, where are we going?

Where did world come from?

Your problems with world will be over,

as they plant flowers at your face.

There is such a theory.

World ends when we die,

because only I exist.

Everything around me is just a dream.

Have you seen "Matrix"?

You are really f***ed up.

Man, you should be protected against yourself.

You better check what is

your princess doing with the doctor.

Max!

No no, don't tell me

that you want it once again.

Stop, or I'll shoot.

Jesus!!! Are you crazy?

Where did you get it from?

So, will you make love

to me, or not?

You could always say

that I had you on the trigger.

-When I imagine, that he's touching you...

-He doesn't come here often.

Come on! Get up my philosopher...

-Stop it!!

-All right. I'll tell you.

Wait, wait. Wait a moment.

He doesn't do too well?

-Simply, not too well.

-Say it logically, yes or no.

You can't partially get off

the running train.

-Not the train...

-You mean, he is not always able to...?

Ahh, he is trying to compensate.

A gun as a extension of a dick.

-You became very vulgar.

-It's not me, it's Freud.

I got to go.

I don't like you with this

colour of your hair. I told you that.

I noticed some inconsequences...

In Wilghenstein's philosophical treatise.

You disappointed me.

You disappointed me very much.

I try to solve the mystery of being,

and you are f***ing my lady?

You can't do it like that, Max!

-I fell in love.

-What a sad story! I will cry soon!

What can I tell you?

Only the truth...

What is truth, heh?

I read lots of your books

and I still don't know!

I don't know what are we living for.

And what is after our death.

At least you will know it soon...

I know, what they may ask you

at your degree defence.

"Executioner's paradox".

Convict is to be hung next week.

At noon, not knowing about it

on previous morning.

-And what?

-Can this execution be made?

-And where's the paradox?

-It's not as easy as it seems.

-This execution can not be made.

-Every execution can be made.

What if...

It's not in the logical norms?

Don't say bullshit, Max.

-Wassup?

-They are raiding at your next bar.

-When?

-Now.

Gather the people.

There will be fireworks at the inn.

Malvina will kill me,

she put crystal mirrors there.

-Are you coming?

-I have something to do now.

They are out.

Wait here, please.

It looks like the execution can be on any day.

Let's look at it from the back.

We can't do it on Sunday.

If he survives until Sunday, he'll know

in the morning that he dies that day.

But we promised him,

that he wouldn't know.

Now Saturday is the last day

when we can hang him.

And it cant be from the

same reasons as Sunday.

Saturday is excluded,

next is Friday.

And also Thursday,

Wednesday, Tuesday and Monday.

It seemed, that execution could be on any day,

but when we looked from the other side,

it appeared that it is not possible at all.

-Yes. we call it "Executioner's paradox". Or...

Foreseeing!

Untie him!

Stay out of this, darling.

Do it...

You missed?

I am so close!

I won't miss the next shot.

-You're learning fast, you're talented.

-Just like you, Ramzes...

...in science.

-This is a real paradox.

Let's go, Max.

You forgot one thing, Max...

You can't leave me alive.

You have to make a choice.

If you shoot me, you risk your eternal life.

If not, your present life.

I'll find you anywhere.

It's a classical example of

Pascal's dilemma...

My friend.

Max, we're going.

-Let's assume that I can forget it all.

-At least for now.

-Don't listen to him. He wants to win some time.

-They will be here soon.

-You untie me and I'll think.

Do you want me to ask

you an easy question?

Let's say, that I'll feel

better with you by me.

What if you pass,

your doctorate defence?

I will be thinking more.

And if... you fail?

I think, that you have no choice.

Your position is weakening.

You should have decided yourself earlier.

Well, well, well.

I wanted to get rid of you,

together with your buddies.

Now I see you set yourself.

I've been waiting for this.

And you are still a liar, Landryna.

-C'est la vie.

They'll soon be back.

Give them a good welcome.

You always say this bullshit

about Greeks and philosophy...

Why are you so quiet now?

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