Panie Dulskie Page #3

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I remember her saying:

I'm proud I have blood on my hands.

One fewer agent at least.

My mother also said that to Grandma.

What did you do to that poor Hanka, Mom?

You have blood on your hands.

Hey Gabby, Mela, Hela off to school!

Walk them!

Stand up straight! And don't gossip!

Home is like a well!

Remember that for the rest of your lives!

Wojtek! To the office or they'll

dock your pay for tardiness!

And Grandma and Zbiggie - to the movies!

Keep Grandma there for a few showings

so she doesn't forget anything.

I will not go to the cinema.

What?! Mom, you trying

to start a counterrevolution here?

Did you hear what the security

agent said? To the cinema, now!

Screw what the security agent said!

I won't go to the cinema!

The Dulskis never joined anything!

You will go, Mom, and you will

memorize every frame of the film.

Wojtek, Zbiggie! Take Grandma out!

Grandma, do you want us to wind up

in Siberia?

Mom, what is a frame?

You'll find out when you grow up.

And how did you like it, Mom?

I am "Chapaev..."

From that moment on, Grandma started

to go to the movies with enthusiasm.

Mostly to watch Soviet movies,

since there were mostly those.

Sometimes she would take me

with her despite Mother's protests.

I found out what a frame was very quickly.

Make your film about the

downfall of Communism.

Switzerland is waiting for such a film from

Poland.

Maybe Switzerland.

The downfall of Communism.

I won't get an Oscar for that!

What, should I ponder street vendors

selling from cots?

Or the destruction of the Dzierzynski

monument? That's just kitsch!

Now, other things are important.

What's closest.

I feel it.

Now, you have to be as intimate as

possible. About yourself, your families.

About your abortions, masturbations.

For example, if my father had molested me.

That would be a great subject these days.

Or my brother.

About family secrets and dramas.

What's so dramatic in my family?

My sister moved to Australia and so what?

She wasn't dying of cancer.

But cancer? It's such a great subject.

Very filmable.

What about Hanka?

What do you think?

It feels like she's around here somewhere.

Because Hanka is a great subject.

A family crime. Hidden, committed...

So dark, sexual...

No, no, no. I don't like sex...

My friend is making a movie

about how she had vagina reduction surgery.

- And now she likes sex?

- No.

You've got to wear shoes at the wedding.

Right, a wedding. You kill me.

You like this work, Hanka, you do.

- You're such a pig.

- Why am I a pig?

- Because you shouldn't talk about it.

- Don't talk about it...

When they caught Golubiew

with the alderman's wife,

the whole village knew,

but nobody talked about it.

Didn't talk about it,

didn't talk about it...

Come here you,

come...

Sit in Mother's place...

Tell me, is it nice to sit there?

You know it...

And what do you feel?

That I could slam my fist on the table.

So do it!...

Come on, do it!

No more traipsing around the city!

Now play something for me!

Something happy!

Now...

Nice, don't you think?

Your strap came loose.

Hanka, tie the strap in the slipper.

Aniela, look at her.

Hanka, you're pale as a ghost.

- You're only imagining it Miss.

- I'm not imagining anything.

What? Can't wait to go out?

To the caf?

Here's your share.

Spendthrift.

Let go of me.

- What's wrong with you?

- I don't know, I don't feel so well.

Maybe you caught something from Hanka?

Caught what?

Who caught something?

From who? Let me see.

You're staying home.

Come, we're leaving.

Don't look in the mirror so much

or you just might see the Devil.

I got him from you, Mother.

I'll break this umbrella over your head

if you talk to me this way.

Good.

Now shoes. Let's go.

What?

Well?

I think someone is holding me prisoner.

Something is choking me.

I don't know what to call it.

You'll grow out of it.

But I like this...

melancholy, Brother.

The real Dulski nature

will come out of you one day.

Why do you make fun of everything?

Because soon everything

will go to Hell anyway.

The world will end and...

finito.

But don't worry.

Hanka, it's a mismatch

but it will be alright.

And who would marry me now?

What do you mean? Zbyszko would.

Zbyszko?

What are you two doing here?

You're the only good in this house.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- You won't tell Mom that I was smoking?

- Never.

That's good...

- Want one?

- No.

Tell me.

Zbyszko is in love with Hanka.

What an ass...

Oh well, it happens.

Mother will not permit this marriage.

- Besides, nobody will want Hanka anyway.

- And why is that?

That's what Hanka said.

She said that?

I never lie.

But you do spy.

By accident.

No spying-

No peeping. Eyes closed.

As if nothing was going on.

Why are you so pale?

I have a toothache.

There's something in the air...

So tell me, what are you sniffing

around here for?

How should I put it, Auntie?

I've seen you on the streets lately.

- Should I walk on the roofs?

- You've dyed your hair red...

Have you ever seen a decent woman

with dyed hair? Red hair?

That's a bit much.

I don't talk about you, Auntie.

- Go ahead, go right ahead and talk.

- I better not.

But do go on, don't hold back.

I'll tell you since you insist, Auntie.

- My house is respected on the streets.

- Not for long.

What are you alluding to?

I'll explain if you invite me

to the christening, Auntie.

What is this silliness?

Felician and I gave that folly

up long ago.

But I'm not saying that you will be

the mother, Auntie.

You will be a grandmother.

Of all the...!

Hanka!

Do not smoke cigars in here!

The curtains will need to be washed!

Hanka!

Do you hear me?

Open the door!

Tell me! Ls this true?

- Tell me!

- Yes.

- You're not lying?!

- No.

- In front of the priest? Tell me!

- It's the truth.

As God is your witness?!

As God is my witness!

Then start packing! I will pay you until

the first, then out! You hear me?!

How tactful of you, Mother.

Tactful? Tactful? I'm to be tactful?!

How dare you speak of tact?

You caused this scandal in the family home,

and now we must pack and go to Nakgczw!

- This is my business.

- Your business?

Insolence! Insolence!

- To have a nobody throw this in my face!

- And this nobody, would that be me?

Your mother new all about Hanka

from the beginning and accepted it?

- For what purpose?

- To keep you in the house.

So that you stop running around.

Hanka even got a raise out of it.

Hanka got a raise because

she was good at her work.

That is just like Mother.

- She is lying!

- Me? Never!

And do you know

what I shall do now, Mother?

I will marry Hanka! Why not.

My gall bladder will burst in a moment.

Felician, Felician!

Do something. You're his father! Curse him!

Hanka, drop those things.

You're staying. For good.

- I will never allow this!

- That's what you think, Mother.

God! God!

What will I say when people ask

about my daughter-in-law's family home?

You can say that she comes from a hut.

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