Listy do M. 3 Page #4

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- No one will take him.

- One minute.

Is that what it's about?

Hi.

- It's good you're still here.

- Where's your tree?

It's a long story. I've come to...

He's so beautiful.

Kuba is our veteran. No one could see

his beauty. Until now.

Hi.

Hi, Kuba.

My name is Zuza.

You know what? I'll take him.

- Seriously?

- Yes.

I need to follow my heart at last.

Great.

Did you hear it, Kuba?

- Can I give you a lift?

- No, thank you.

It's no problem. I have a car.

The keys, Maniek.

To turn a guy like you down?

- What a stupid broad.

- Shut your face!

- Be my guest.

- Chill, dude.

WANTED "MAGNANA"

Our program is coming to an end.

Karolina Krawczyk is saying "goodbye".

Remember...

There'll be a new day tomorrow.

What am I saying?

- Merry Christmas.

- Have a good one.

Did Gibbon impress you?

A delivery.

- From a cop.

- What cop?

An inspector. For you.

It's that dress.

What dress?

The one from the sky.

F***.

What are you going to do?

Nothing. The chance is gone.

Moron!

Look at how you're driving!

It's a street.

There are people around.

What are you staring at?

Get out and apologize.

Or get lost.

It's here.

Do you need help?

No, thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Merry Christmas.

Come. Come.

- Come.

- Wait!

Take my card.

In case you have problems with Kuba.

It may come in handy.

Yes, it may.

Bye, Kuba.

Bye.

Home.

Come.

Come here, Kuba.

Hop.

Check it out.

Hi. I just wanted to tell you...

If you have a problem with Kuba,

which I don't think you will,

call the number on the card.

I surely will.

So... Bye.

Bye.

You may call me any time.

Even at night.

I'd better be going now.

Bye.

I'm going.

Are you okay?

Ma'am?

- Are you okay?

- I'm good. I'm fine.

Sh*t.

Call an ambulance.

Hello?

You're flying.

Hi.

Hi.

Hola, mamma.

Hola!

- Where's mom?

- I don't know.

- She's looking for the lost time.

- What?

I don't know. I've been trying

to call her... For me?

...but she wouldn't answer.

Karina? Where are you?

Over my grave.

Very funny.

Will you join us for Christmas Eve,

or are you going to keep sulking

in a hole?

Take care of Dorek.

Hello?

- I think I have a brain tumor.

- Relax. Don't think about it.

I have the right symptoms.

I checked on the Internet.

It may be cancer,

but it may just be menopause.

Do I look like I have menopause?

And?

You know what...

I think I should...

Do you have weed?

I mean pot, marijuana? Stop being

holier than the pope, please.

- I'll pretend I didn't hear it.

- I'll pretend I never said it.

- Doesn't Seba have some?

- No. Why would he?

Seba!

Got any weed?

Yes.

I mean I don't smoke.

But I have some.

Why don't you roll a joint

for the grandpa?

Here I am!

- Hold a second! Where are you going?

- To that girl over there.

With boots on the ice?

You can't do that.

You'll break your neck,

and I'll be in for it.

- What if I broke my neck skating?

- That'd be your responsibility.

Are you wearing the sweater?

What?

- Yes, I am.

- I need to see it.

What's my mom's name?

Where's my laptop?

- What's my mom's name?

- Stop fooling around.

- I'll ask you one more time.

- Agnieszka... Agata.

Is it Agata?

You're lucky.

Pardon me.

Bonjour, little man.

Why are you staring

at me like that?

- Hello? Hi. Where are you?

- I'm on a train.

What train?

- Your mother will kill me.

- I'm following grandpa to Warsaw.

But I don't know.

- What don't you know?

- If he's my grandpa.

- Is it possible my grandpa would steal?

- He's not your grandpa!

He's a crook.

- Are you sure he's not grandpa?

- Absolutely!

Get off at the next station,

and wait for me.

Listen to me.

It's not about the laptop.

It's about the pictures of my wife.

- You know she's dead.

- I'm sorry.

Give me those pictures back.

- What is it?

- My mom's drawings.

Drawing makes her happy.

But she was tearing them up today.

Just like when dad left.

- What am I supposed to do with them?

- You're smart. Figure it out.

If she's such a good artist,

let her take them to a gallery,

or some publisher. I don't know.

- I knew you'd figure something out.

- Excuse me?

Three hours. That won't be much of your

time, and I'll get you your laptop back.

Unless you fail.

- If anything happens to those photos...

- What use are they for you?

- Do they make you happy?

- It's not funny. Come here!

Do you play three cups?

Do you want to bleed

an old dog like me, kid?

Do you recognize this?

Show me.

You're a smartass.

They're marked.

Where's the fourth ace?

- You hid it, bad boy.

- I didn't, I promise.

- Who are you riding with?

- With you, grandpa.

- You need to buy me a ticket.

- Me?

Sure. You're my grandpa.

Hey, sly puppy. Don't try to frame me.

Even if I were your grandpa,

I wouldn't buy you a ticket. I'm broke.

I'm whacked big time.

You're lying. You have money,

because you robbed a lady.

- Be quiet.

- I saw you.

You're fingerprints are on the wallet.

Give it back!

Crappy crap!

Are you gonna snitch on your grandpa?

- You said you weren't my grandpa.

- Did I say that?

Did I say I wasn't your grandpa?

But I am your grandpa.

Come to grandpa.

Damn fuses.

Everyone does everything

at the last moment.

Anybody called?

Stop looking at me like that.

I adopted a dog.

What?

Look at how beautiful he is.

Kuba!

Come, show yourself.

- Just look at him.

- We talked about it, honey.

We established we didn't want a dog.

No, you established

you didn't want a dog.

- Okay.

- Can I make decisions too?

We always do it together.

Go away.

Come, Kuba.

It's an expensive couch.

Can we talk?

- Whose is this?

- The guy I got Kuba from.

If you really want it so much,

I'll buy you a dog.

Let's go, Kuba.

Zuza.

Hello?

Excuse me?

- Did you just call me?

- Are you...?

I'm Andrzej's mother.

What?

Why are you so surprised?

Nothing.

A reindeer tie?

How do you know about it?

On our bed? It's a bit too much.

Okay, forget it.

Where's the dress I bought you?

Do you know how much it cost?

It's Christmas Eve.

We're off to my parents.

- You're not going to take it along?

- His name is Kuba.

- I love it when you play a child.

- No, I just have my opinion.

- Of course.

- Let me decide which dress to wear.

If you don't like it,

we may take it back.

No, we may not.

I threw it out the window.

Okay, I get it.

We need to leave soon.

You get ready too.

Thank you.

Did you hear him? Did you?

I locked myself up in the apartment,

my car froze,

- and then I saw that dress flying.

- I already know that.

But what has that got to do

with the inspector?

He gave me that dress.

You're not listening.

I am, and I'm trying

to understand.

Where did he get that dress?

- What do you mean? Don't you get it?

- No.

Neither do I.

And that's what's so amazing.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- I don't know.

Maybe...

you could tell all units

that the radio girl

is waiting for Gibbon here.

- Name?

- I don't know.

I mean your name.

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