Listy do M. 3 Page #3

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and infinite love.

- I saw her.

- Whom?

- The subway girl. She headed that way.

- Take over.

Smells good.

Want a waffle?

No, thanks.

Delicious.

I don't remember

the last time I had one.

Why?

- Do you always do what you want?

- I try.

- Do you always do what you want?

- I try.

When I was a kid,

I wanted to become a vet.

And?

- I got a degree in architecture.

- I've always wanted to be a vet too.

- And I am. I have my own surgery room.

- Really?

Yes. Why don't you come to the event?

- I'd love to.

- You'll get to know our dogs.

- I need to buy a Christmas tree.

- It's a pity.

I mean it's good you're buying

a Christmas tree.

It's a respectable tradition.

A Christmas tree...

- What kind?

- A broken one. - That's original.

Silly, isn't it?

No, it isn't.

Your dogs...

What about them?

I don't know.

I forgot what I wanted to ask.

Speaking of them...

I've got to go.

I'll try to stop by.

Oh, no.

Hello?

- Did you steal my computer?

- Get in touch with my lawyer.

- Let me speak to your mother.

- She's not around.

- Where is she?

- In depression, because of you.

- What's your address?

- Nowhere Street. - What number?

1005, at Fantasy Avenue.

Listen. That laptop is very old.

It's not worth much.

- But it's important to me.

- And my mom is important to me.

I get it.

That's why, if you return it to me,

I'll give you 5,000 zotys,

- and I'll forget the whole situation.

- No.

If I don't get the laptop back

within one hour, I'll call the cops.

I'm underage,

so the cops can kiss my butt.

Besides, they won't find

anything here. I'm not that dumb.

Should the police come though,

you'll get your laptop back in pieces!

Hello?

Hello?

CHRISTMAS TREES:

There you go.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- How can I help you?

- I'm looking for...

- How about that nice symmetrical fir?

That one.

- This one?

- Yes.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, I'm about to buy one.

I was supposed to pick the tree,

not your mom.

Okay, whatever.

Bye.

This one?

I've changed my mind.

I think it's about time

to think seriously about life.

We should rent something.

We can't impose on Majka forever.

It's time we had a place of our own.

I talked to Wadek about the job.

He said okay.

Why not?

First, I'd be on trial.

Then, if there's a vacancy...

Karina?

- Are you listening?

- No.

I was thinking

about that couple in the loo.

So they're young, so what?

I'm not sure whether

they have any ambitions,

but I'm sure they have great sex.

- Don't say that. Dorek...

- Come.

- What?

- Come on.

- Stop that.

- Come here.

What's come over you?

See what you've done?

- I want to go to bed.

- Go ahead.

Your grandson's around.

You think it's funny? Do you?

Yes, I do!

Yes, I do, because it may be

the last call for me!

- Maybe I have a brain tumor.

- Where?

In my ass.

I guess it's in your brain.

- I want to live.

- Live then.

Go skating, or something.

- Okay, I will. I will go skating.

- Go.

And you rot here.

Stay and clean the place.

- Leave it.

- Stop.

- Give me that jar.

- Stop annoying me.

Do you want to break everything?

Do you? Give it back.

Go ahead, then! Break it!

Do it! Break everything around!

I just wanted to eat something sweet.

Moron.

Dorek?

What's going on?

Oh, yeah. Someone has

pooped his diaper.

Come.

Have you heard it? Granny's gone.

Hey! Have you seen a little kid around?

It's my son, Kazik.

- I've seen no Kazik.

- Crappy crap.

They say he's next to a Jolka.

Do you happen to know a guy

named Czarek? An elegant one?

A bow-tie, an overcoat,

and a stylish hat?

He's in his 70s.

And he's Kazik's grandfather.

My father, I mean.

I don't know anybody here.

Hi, Ludwig.

- Do you know this "Kazik"?

- Oh, Kazik the Great!

- He rarely comes to visit, though.

- So?

There is one Czarek here.

But he hasn't been elegant for long.

Jolka is over there.

Kazik will ask about Jolka too.

- I'll be watchful.

- There.

- Give me a push.

- Okay, I'm good.

Let's do the ends now.

The ends, sure.

They've grown so long.

Why are you calling the radio station?

- Do you have a better idea?

- What are you going to ask?

Santa's address?

I know what to ask her about.

She'll come back pregnant for sure.

Jesus Christ!

Damn!

Hi.

Is Jolka in?

Jesus!

Excuse me.

I've left an iron on the stove.

Goodbye.

Shepherds came to Bethlehem

that Holy Day

For the baby Jesus on the lyre

did play...

- What about those wheel caps?

- I got a star instead.

Now it's the season for stars,

Christmas Eve.

You knock on the door, spin the star...

It will spin, when you fix it.

You sing a carol, and cash in.

Hold a second...

Just a moment.

- F*** it. I ain't gonna play with you.

- Stop whining. Draw.

What have you got? A king?

You've just won a hundred.

But you'll get a star instead. Hold it.

- Now you owe me thirty.

- For what?

The star costs 130.

- How much?

- 130!

I owed you a hundred,

so now you owe me thirty.

Let me have it. Go ahead!

Okay, great, thanks.

Keep the change. Bye.

Merry Christmas!

Smutna Street, little man.

Excuse me. Do you know him?

This man?

- Kazik?

- How do you know me?

Did you see that dude? He's your

grandpa. If only I lay my hands on him.

Wait! Your dad... Wait!

I thought she made her Santa up.

What a surprise.

- Do you know Jolka?

- I don't, you sadists!

- Do it.

- No!

- I know her! Just don't tear it off.

- How long?

- Very long!

- Did you sleep with her?

Yes, I did! I'll confess to anything,

just don't tear it off!

- You mean the redhead?

- Yes, a very red redhead.

Get the hell out of here.

Jolka isn't a redhead.

This is Jolka.

Gienek?

Gienek!

Listen.

Just don't hang up on me.

- I'm not going to call the cops.

- Sure thing.

I can rehire your mom.

I'll even give her a raise.

When mom was a director,

she got huge raises.

But she wasn't happy.

- Was your mom a director?

- Yes, in a bank. Terrible.

She took happy pills,

but they wouldn't help.

I didn't know.

I was afraid she'd kill herself.

- But she quit that bank.

- Tough time, huh?

- Okay, I'll pay you 10,000.

- You're not listening.

I am, but I still don't know

what you want from me.

I want you to be at the rink

in an hour.

What rink?

In the Old Town.

- Be alone, and wear a sweater.

- What sweater?

The one mom knit for you.

Hold on.

No way.

- See you in an hour.

- No way!

Hey!

They f***ed up my leg, b*tches.

Your son was there.

- He ran after his grandpa.

- What grandpa?

This punk here.

- You're a punk yourself.

- What's wrong?

Why?

You're coming with me.

He won't answer. Grandpa must've

stolen his phone by now.

How is my... you know?

A little swindler.

A con-artist and an egoist.

- Total pathology.

- You're total pathology.

- Crappy crap!

- The train to Warsaw leaves...

- Dad!

- Kazik!

I've found grandpa.

- Where?

- At the railway station.

Kazik!

I can't talk.

He's about to... I've got to go.

Kazik!

Let's wrap it up.

Give me a moment.

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