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You're a water worker,

a water-witch... a bewitching liar?

I'm studying management.

Water is as costly as gasoline.

Listen, you're somehow dangerous.

Tell me, my dear, who sent you here?

- The KGB?

- They haven't been around for some time.

Not that long. They still have power.

I know you have a lot of

wonderful people around you.

But for some difficult things

a man is on his own.

All things are difficult. Except for easy

women. But even those can be heavy load!

- Do you want me to wash the dishes?

- Let's leave it all till next time.

You'll see, Jan. I'm a good workhorse.

Jan?

So I'll call you tomorrow, okay.

I'm calling tomorrow!

You don't take my call.

I was passing by so I stopped.

- You don't take my call.

- What happens?

A thousand things,

but you only have time for your women!

- Calm down. -I'm not calming down.

- Relax. I'm here purely for work.

Work? It doesn't bother you,

f***ing a married man?

- I'm not screwing him!

- You're embarrassing, you scarecrow!

- Pardon me! Step aside!

- Who are you telling "step, aside"?

- I'm telling you...

- Don't let her provoke you.

- Now its my fault, right?

- Come on, Alice.

- Why me? Why just me?

- Alice, I...

I don't deserve it.

I'm the only woman you haven't touched.

I made a point among us

that sex and job don't mix.

But getting my face smashed

for nothing, that's not fair.

I'm very sorry and...

My wife is nervous about me and...

...she's not a bad person, really.

Let me see. I'll help you.

- It's my fault. I'll yank it...

- Ouch...

Yes... and from the little foot

we take off the little stocking.

Show me. I'll wash it here.

I soaked your belt... this...

Alice, you've got a beaver.

You've got a beaver.

Amazing. You never said anything.

Jan...

I've got you. Easy.

Don't move so much. Wait a moment.

- That's it. Ow! That hurts.

- Jan...

Beautiful.

Jan, Jan!

- Jan...

- I never knew.

Wait...

You pig! You pig!

You boar... you pig...

Let go. Alice, let go.

Let go.

- Hello.

- What are you doing here?

- Jan's waiting for me.

- For you? Not likely, bye.

What you're doing? Stop. Alice...

- I'm sorry, the machine's shut down.

- What?

They will restart!

The juice ran out,

the machines' shut down.

- So we'll go with hand crank.

- No.

Okay, fine.

Jan, hello.

I was supposed to come by today.

You were supposed to call today,

my dear, as I remember.

- I'm off to the bank, then I'm

moving something. -So I'll help you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Here's your money.

I don't want it.

Now, please. Here you go.

Thank you.

You didn't understand dumb thing

what I wanted. Nothing at all.

Jan...

Put the negatives in the trunk.

Jan...

Did you read it? It's not a bad book.

Everyone nowadays writes. Every hooker!

Please, calm down. It's nothing.

Hello, Liba?

It's over now. Can you come for us?

Good evening, Maestro.

I'm Michal Explorer.

I'm writing graduate thesis

"The Intersection of Compulsion

Research and Human Creativity."

The intersection of what? What's it about?

It's a study of how

an artist understands his creation.

Mr. Intersection,

an artist like me is an idiot.

The artist doesn't understand anything.

An artist creates from necessity - so

that from his efforts, he gets beaten up.

- This little snout...

- Stop it. Call me, Mr. Intersection.

- Thank you.

- Come love, come along.

Where did you get so drunk?

What's she doing here?

- I...

- Why does she have your car?

Relax. She helped me move,

so she still has it.

- Why does she have your car?

- She helped me move!

- Where shall we take the miss?

- She's with me, so to my place.

Don't touch me, Lida.

Don't touch me, I'm telling you.

I'll puke on you!

Go. Carefully.

I'll puke on you.

I'll puke on you! Slowly!

- Come here. Give me that.

- I'm gonna throw up.

Christ, Klarka wait.

You're not well. Here's a bucket.

- Watch out, Liba.

- Yeph.

A little more.

Thank you.

Good night.

Sorry...

Enough of this. Jan and I can manage it.

That's cool. I don't mind.

- Well I do, damn it!

- Why?

Get your things and go home.

- And I'm asking why?

- Because I can't stand people who impose.

And who are you to talk to me like that?

You'd be very amazed at who am I.

That's it. Beautiful.

Don't be shy.

You possess so much femininity.

Don't hide it.

Just don't hide it. Show it off. Take hold

of that tender, small breast. And kiss it.

I'm going to photograph it.

Hold it. Good.

I've come up with another image.

Like this, in the corner.

Come, Cleopatra. Hop in there.

Take that... it looks like a spring of

water, pouring between your breasts.

I'll put this here so her hair

doesn't get wet, she's off to the opera.

And with this work-hardened,

rough hand... you scrub her crotch, yeah?

Jan, you received the prestigious

French award, Knight of Arts and Letters.

- I'm a knight.

- Your work's been seen around the world.

You've had very significant exhibitions

and you also publish your books.

I have to ask you: what do you think

of critics and criticism in general?

- Do you know what they wrote after

the opening of Beethoven's Fifth? -No.

"An orgy of cacophony and vulgarity.

Thank God its first performance

will be its last."

A slight error then.

But the artist must suffer it.

Is this the vocation of the critic?

To crush everyone who's got talent,

take away their passion to

create, to generate value.

- They simply forbid creativity.

- Did someone hurt you once?

Chiefly, the women I've met have hurt me.

That's their nature, always they ruin you.

I thought you're

a great admirer of women.

Yes, I absolutely admire

their beauty, their strength.

But a collar of mutual

coexistence is simply destructive.

At least for me.

I'm an excellent target for attacks.

- Why?

- Because I make mistakes.

Then I regret it and fear.

I fear judgment.

It's known about you

that you worship somewhat stout ladies.

- Maybe I'm confused, but I...

- I like that form.

- Not an appetite for the petite.

- No.

It occurs to me that there can be

a connection with your upbringing,

you lived in a concentration camp

because of your mixed origin.

You experienced hunger

and thinness evokes in you misery;

while plump, exuberant faces

could signify joy, abundance, peace?

You're right, pretty lady, but

allow me to add something more natural:

Man isn't a dog, he doesn't eat bones!

Top of the morning, Jan.

Here are the new designs you wanted.

- Thank you.

- And something else. -What?

Your panties are dangerously slitting

your butt. Careful! Not to cut an artery.

They're supposed to be that way.

You should know that.

But please Alice, a normal guy

doesn't need any teasers.

A woman's underpants

should be cotton with long knickers.

Jan...

I ordered you a plane ticket to Amsterdam

for your exhibition. It occurred to me...

- What occurred to you?

- How about going together?

I... I have to make a phone call.

Liba, could you come, please?

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