Panie Dulskie Page #4

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Felician! I beg you! I beg you!

Say something!

For once in your life! Something!

Say something!

Damn you all to Hell!

Now! Immediately!...

All of you!

And a few generations after you!

I curse you!

Yes!

I curse all of you!

I can't take it, I can't take...

Hush...

Get up, get up.

Why all this humiliation.

Sit down Mother.

It's going to be my way.

You hear me, Mom?

It's going to be my way.

We'll all get down in this mud together.

Sit down Hanka,

sit next to Mother.

This is your place now, you hear?

Sit, don't move.

Open the door, Auntie

and say that both Dulski ladies

are entertaining in the living room.

Oh God...

Please don't turn me out, Madam,

I will never try to

poison myself.

OUT!!!

Grandfather Felician cursed all of them

for a few generations.

I lived in a toxic family...

Grandmother was toxic, Mother...

I'm toxic too.

You live out a few generations past in

such a family.

Memories, dreams, nightmares...

It's like a second reality for me.

To live the lives of a few generations...

I'm envious.

Don't be.

I was always the one to hand out gifts on

Christmas Eve.

Well...

Mela...

Presents.

Grandma.

Oh, thank you very much...

Thank you Santa.

"Film in the Soviet Union".

Thank you very much.

There is a chapter on Chapaev.

I expect there is.

Dad.

Oh my, it's so big.

- Well? What do you think?

- How cool...

Mother.

Thank you.

Gabby.

Wow, look.

Look...

what a sweet girl I was.

How beautiful.

You'll put it on when we go to the opera.

Whatever... we'll go to the circus.

Try it on. Let's see if it fits you.

Try it.

I'm very curious myself.

Try it on.

And now Hela and me.

De Amicis's Heart.

Would have preferred De Amicis's penis.

And I got a camera.

Then you can take a picture of me naked.

It's too tight.

I can't get it on.

That's impossible. I've never been wrong.

Let's go.

As per tradition,

- let's sing a Christmas carol.

- Just sing quietly girls.

What is it?

Don't you know the words?

We do,

we do...

We just don't want the neighbors to hear.

Our Gabby got wider

bosom by three centimeters,

hips maybe even four. Well, well...

Women sometimes put on weight.

Especially in winter.

You're so stupid.

Women put on weight when they're pregnant.

And Gabby is pregnant with our Zbiggie.

Oh God, God...

My God, my gall bladder will burst.

You idiot. This is a true Christmas gift.

She is from the people.

Understand? From the people...

I just hope she will want to marry him.

Our Zbiggie is not the best candidate.

God is born, all might is shaken

He the Heaven's King lies naked.

Fire freezes, brightness darkens

He the Limitless takes limit,

Born disdained yet worship given

Mortal, yet the Lord eternal.

The Word made flesh to

Dwell among us.

This is how Hanka's story could have ended.

What do you know?

Twenty thousand...

Twenty thousand.

What about Hanka?

Hanka...

Hanka...

Hanka practically did not leave the

servant's room...

And he's not in prison?

You will also have to pay a bribe, Auntie.

You and your thief's cunning.

- Is that what you think, Auntie?

- I wouldn't trust you to hold a coin even.

I can fix it so that your problem

goes away, Auntie.

- Really?

- Yes.

- For sure?

- For sure.

You see?

I told you everything will be alright.

Felician,

leave us. Go to your room.

Sit down...

Close the door over there.

- Tea?

- Yes please.

Was Zbyszko here?

He was.

- Did he agree?

- He did.

So, you are pleased, Auntie.

Pleased about what?

Hanka wants a thousand... In gold.

The nerve.

- And? Will you pay, Auntie?

- What else can I do?

She's threatening with lawsuits,

alimony...

- My gall bladder will burst in a moment.

- So, see you tomorrow at the hospital.

Yes, see you, see you.

You're saving on the

electric again, Auntie?

Oh Jesus...

One day, Mother came home

with a woman I didn't know.

She was shod, ugly

and had two small cases with her.

She went into Hanka's room...

That's it...

That's it.

I don't know how long I stayed in bed...

I woke up when it was dark...

And then, my brother Zbyszko disappeared

and never came back.

Maybe that explains why I have no children.

Bullshit!

You just want to make a career out of the

family scandal.

This is about the ability

to tell the truth.

If I had cancer, I could make a work of art

out of the chemotherapy treatment.

My cancer is my family in which

cannibalism was practiced.

I had my entire insides devoured.

What you're talking about

is simple exhibitionism.

Actually, exhibitionism is a great

moral achievement of recent years.

Only thanks to that do we have truth

in our lives.

You are more of a hypocrite

than your grandmother ever was.

Make a movie about your hypocrisy.

And you don't have children because

you have a revulsion to sex.

Don't you worry, I'm sure your beloved son

Zbiggie will win the election.

- He's got excellent ratings.

- And this is the daughter I had Mr. Swiss!

You tell me, you are the Professor,

how can you dream of a hallway

which you've never seen before, huh?

Everything happens for a reason...

Dream is reality, reality is a lie,

a lie is the truth.

And so on.

Who knows...

Only I know...

Only I know...

I know, how two suitcases.

Klara is aware of everything.

She's the best in the city.

The price is 300.

A wedding would cost me less.

If you need anything, Auntie,

I'll be in the lounge above the cafe.

- Why do you need two cases?

- What if there are twins?

Good day.

And?

She took the bait. I get five thousand.

But this will kill her.

Do you want to back out?

She should sleep now.

Hanka is covered in blood,

the bed is covered in blood.

The floor, the sheets.

What have you done?

Whatever have you done?

I did what I was hired to do.

Klara, go home immediately.

It's all covered in blood.

Everything. The bed... everything.

It's going to spread. It'll

spread to the carpet.

Hanka's parents need to be paid off.

- And Zbyszko, he might come back.

- To the bank. We must hurry to the bank.

Twenty two thousand.

- Twenty two.

- Twenty will suffice.

Thank God.

What's the emergency?

A little sudden business?

Yes. Must hurry. Thank you.

Here, take it.

And now, Auntie should go to the park

and sit on a bench.

Then, slowly walk home.

Hanka will already be gone.

Nobody will sue you,

everything will be taken care of.

I don't know how to thank you.

Maybe you could sell us

one of the flats, Auntie.

Never. I run a respectable building.

You may not be able to pay it off

and now I have to make back

what was taken from me.

Go to your room.

Nothing here for you.

You're a hypocrite.

What do you think?

Where did that come from?

From the floor here?

From the servant's room?

Nobody knows anything.

The big silent treatment, right?

Yes.

That's my story.

And him?

He came to me.

When he went to lie down in the servant's

room, it all became clear to me.

What?

He is the son

of Hanka and Zbyszko.

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