Masks Page #4

That was a long time ago. No one does

something like that anymore nowadays.

...to bring into relation what happened

to Gdula's drama school students...

...during a fateful

late summer week in 1973.

We broke the door open

and entered the room.

Inside we found them

hanging from the ceiling.

Five people.

And if someone would continue

using this f***ing method, then what?

A fan or some pupil.

- And who?

Do you mean Mrs. Janowska?

Bullshit!

Have you ever tried to hang

yourself upside down?

They were all hanged by the feet.

And they bled to death.

Can we get into the school?

What do you want from me?

Your time has come, Stella.

Prepare yourself for the major test.

Let me go.

You?!

Look, I don't know if

this might interest you...

You've set a trap for me.

It was all just a trap.

- No, Stella.

It's not a trap.

It's a drama.

And it's yours alone.

I staged it.

Just for you.

It is your drama.

The stage alone was never enough for me.

My stage is life itself.

Your life!

Including all that belongs to it.

Your hope...

Your ambition...

Everything that affects you...

- Help me.

Love...

Passion...

Unsatisfied desire...

Mysteries that surround you...

Fear that urges you...

Why are doors open

that should be locked?

Why does a phone go missing...

...while a key is delivered

to you like a gift?

These are elements of a story.

Your story, Stella.

Your drama.

But why?

Why me?

Stella, calm down.

Relax.

I must be crazy doing this.

- Then leave.

Do you think that I'm frightened?

Farewell, Stella.

What was that?

We have to find the stairs.

No, let us leave, please.

- Stop it, that hurts.

Let us call the police, they can bust them.

And what are you going to tell them?

- Don't worry.

I'll think of something,

when were out of here.

Fine.

Bye.

Hello?

Valerie, wait!

I have a message from

Stella on my mailbox.

So what?

- Maybe you can use it as...

Go way back, Stella.

Remember.

Mommy is coming.

Mommy?

Cecile, your time has come.

There is your older sister.

She is going to hurt you.

Mommy...

In a moment you will look even

more like a clown, sister.

And while you cry,

she will be laughing.

I told you to shut up!

Shut up!

Stella, defend yourself!

Fight back!

Give her back the pain!

Are you scared, sister?

Cecile?

Stella...

She will never hurt me again, right?

She will never hurt you again, never.

He was like a son to me.

And you have torn him from my heart.

You have killed Cecile!

- I have saved your life.

She would have killed you.

She was ready.

Ready for what?

You've backed off, Stella.

Your moral and blocking has stopped you.

Cecile has made the experience.

She was full of emotions.

Her blood was flooded with feelings.

When she died her blood was full of life.

In the 30s in Russia

the Bolshevists tried to keep...

...their party members young and vibrant...

...by injecting them the

blood of younger people.

They've been on the right track

to disclose the secret...

...but overlooked one important thing:

It had to be vital blood.

Filled with emotions.

Do you understand?

Look at me, Stella!

Establish contact!

Your hand is trembling!

You feel the anger!

- Shut up.

Your anger rises.

Stay with me and your anger.

Your friend was just worthless meat to me.

Worthless!

Lenka!

Lenka!

She is ready now!

I will stay with him forever.

I will never leave him.

A flood of emotions...

Emotions are our blood!

We live on emotions...

...like others from water.

We are reckless in our emotions

because we want to live.

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