How Much Does the Trojan Horse Weigh? Page #5

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You bandit.

I'm going to the police.

Kuba!

Oh, Jesus!

What happened?

- Oh, Jesus!!! It was him!

- Who?

Kuba!!!

Your Kuba?

I didn't know

he was in Sopot then.

How come in Sopot?

Not in Canada?

- Grandma, forgive me, I have to run!

- That goes without saying.

Stop!!!

Oh, darn it, crazy!

Tired of life?

Where's the other one?

I saw you a moment ago!

I took him to the station.

- Was it Mr. Kuba Radecki?

- Maybe. I don't know.

Where did you find him?

- He stayed in the Writers' Retreat.

- Writers' Retreat? Thank you!

A regular crazy.

Excuse me. Did Mr. Kuba

Radecki stay here?

- Are you a member?

- No...

Sorry, no information for strangers.

This is a Writers' Retreat.

- I need it very badly.

- I understand,

but I can't help, anyway.

- You can! But you don't want to!

- Makes no difference.

Miss Ra,

water that hare's-foot fern.

What a country.

Secretive about anything.

We're in the NATO for a year now!

In 12 years, that is.

- They didn't tell you?

- No.

You must've botched it.

- Will we be in the NATO?

- Yeah.

Hello... Excuse me.

I was passing by

when a motorbike was

leaving this place.

The man in the back

dropped his keys.

It may be important.

My husband took one

of the guests to the station.

Thank you. His wife is

returning from Jurata,

so we'll give her

the keys tomorrow.

He may have trouble

entering the house.

Yeah... But we can't help it.

If it's somebody from Warsaw...

my grandson is returning there by car.

He can take them to him.

Yes?

What a lucky coincidence...

- I'll give you the address.

- Very good.

No?!

Close to my place...

where the laundry is.

Grandma, you're a genius.

You may want to return

to Warsaw immediately?

I must walk the dog!

Come!

Where's hello to your husband?

You've never walked him.

I must start it one day...

I'm taking the car!

The car to walk the dog?

To the seaside with the dog?

Come, come.

Kuba used to have

a dog too, a poodle.

Embarrassed to walk it,

he'd do it after dark.

Maybe we'll luck out.

It's here.

Aren't you exaggerating?

You've been away for 3 days.

I worry myself stiff.

You were to go away.

- Should I vanish?

- That'd be the best...

We have to talk

about your problem.

You don't like

something about me?

Let's think. Hmm.

You smoke in bed,

don't keep your word,

ignore my opinion...

Rather than a friend,

you behave like my owner...

I'm decent, respected,

and highly regarded.

Your humors are becoming

more and more irritating.

With a less tolerant guy...

With a more tolerant - no humors.

I wonder if there are any

more tolerant than me.

You do what you please!

- For which I demand a bit of respect!

- I have none for you.

- Why?

- Because...

You know your problem?

More serious than you think!

Go to a shrink

to treat your head!

It will be cooler for you.

You think your mistress

is misbehaving, huh?

I f*** it.

What's the matter?

Away with that rust heap!

Oh, Jesus!

Goddammit!

Jeanette, a hostess, 21.

In Darek's bedsitter.

She carries a thermos bottle after him

when they go hunting.

DAREK had a bedsitter?

Tad is not sure. Maybe

somebody gives him the keys.

I can't believe it hasn't

registered on you.

- You aren't even emotional about it...

- How many times can you be?

When I make sure,

I'll call you. Home?

Not home. Better my cell...

OK, home.

How beautiful it'd be if every one

of us had a phone in the pocket.

- You call when you wish...

- As if in a DDR sci-fie flick?

I have the feeling it will

be in 9, 10 years...

- In Poland? In 110!

- That's what I wanted to say.

"I can't give you much

I can't give you much

Cause I don't have enough!

I can't give you much

I can't give you much

I'm so sorry..."

"Charm that time's blunted

The clink of empty glass,

Dream's not come true...

A divided world,

Thoughts deserving bars..."

I like to watch fire...

- I love you, Zosia.

- I do too.

I like to watch fire...

- I love you.

- But I don't.

How can you do it?

I love yesterday, but not today?!

You have an awful character.

You're an egoist...

'Egoist is one who doesn't

think about me,' yes?

- And you cheat me to boot.

- What cheat?

Cheat on me!

Wait a minute.

How come I cheat on you?

With whom?

And why should I?

Why? Because

you've never loved me.

Who with? A list beginning

with our neighbor Jola till

- the asses you meet in the street?

- I don't even know her name's Jola!

- Sure. It'll be in a year's time...

- You're obsessed with betrayal.

By the way who's Kuba?

Kuba is not. Not yet.

But will be.

You're not quite

normal.

Your mom couldn't settle

down and you can't either.

I was the fool not to have met

someone before I met you.

- Girls warned me: A ladies' man...

- They were jealous!

But I wanted to change you!

Live as you please but without me!

Doesn't my love

for you matter?

I don't betray you, have no flings,

and love you and only you?

But for the truth,

I'd almost believe you...

- How do I prove it?

- I don't love you, Darek.

But don't worry.

We'll divorce in... '95.

You'll stay with that slut

I've caught you with.

I'll meet Kuba...

Florka'll admire him more than you.

By saying so

you activate bad energy.

What Florka?

Our daughter Florka.

Are you pregnant?

Hence the moods!

She was to be Karen!

Actually, I'm not pregnant.

That's the problem.

You aren't pregnant.

Do you want...

I want Florka.

All right, let her be Florka.

So you love me, yes?

Good.

So you won't go!

Zbysiu! Hi, pal!

Of course we're going.

I get awfully lost.

I've cleared everything

with Zosia.

She is wise and understands

that men have hobbies!

Till tomorrow. Bye.

Kuba, Florka,

where are you?

- In the kitchen.

- It won't hurt? And no infection?

No. Oxygen in this water

is liberated under pressure

and the bacteria

have no chances.

- Careful, Kuba.

- He knows everything.

Except the whereabouts

of the Spanish gold.

- What happened to it?

- Erudites, forget it.

- Does it hurt?

- Quiet, I'm talking.

In Spain when the civil war

started, the Republicans

sent a part of their

gold reserves to Odessa.

- To the Russkies?

- No, the Bolsheviks...

Crazy?

They thought it'd be

safer there.

- They were to get tanks.

- How much was it?

Not many tanks,

but a $ 500,000 of gold.

The fourth biggest

reserve in the world.

- What happened to it?

- Ask Putin.

- Who?

- OK. Go now.

- Watch out over there.

- Hush...

Hey, Kuba!

- Hello!

- Hello.

Come!

The story of the origin

of the film is quite obvious

if not banal, so to speak.

While on holiday in Moscow,

I was offered to make

this film.

When an opportunity

knocks, why not?

Odessa to filmmakers

is a magic city.

Why magic?

lzaak Babel,

Benia Shout, Bulghakov,

Eisenstein and The Battleship

Potemkin, you understand...

Was the film to be

called Sickle and Hammering?

Yes, it's true.

Why is it called differently?

Answer it yourself.

Any other questions?

Wiser ones?

When it comes to Odessa,

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