Pokot: The Sacred Path to Warrior-Hood Page #2

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Duszejko!

- Right.

Show the lady out.

Have a seat.

The chair fell over.

Coffee?

- Why not.

Make us some coffee, will you.

Shut the door!

You're here about the money.

You're broke, right?

HUNTER'S CALENDAR

? plan to meet outside town...

How can I make people

keep their mouths shut?

I want it all now.

- Give me a couple more months.

Forget it.

- I can't do it now.

Wait!

For what? Your f***ing coffee?

Have I ever let you down?

What the f*** is this?

Don't yell at me, okay?

- Sorry, Jarek.

Where's that coffee?

Jarek, talk to me!

Watch it.

Or you'll regret it.

What are you doing here?

You told me to wait.

I thought you needed me.

No, you're not needed at all.

Hello there!

You're so thin. Do you ever eat?

Thank you.

Look, I tore my jacket.

Feathers are coming out.

I wonder what kind of ducks they used.

They pluck them alive, you know.

Try these stick-on patches.

Or I'll find you another one, without down.

No, I'll keep this one.

The ducks already suffered...

And the color is so vibrant.

Excuse me.

What do you want now?

Leave me alone, you hear me?

Oh, how beautiful!

You think it would suit me?

How much is it?

But what do I need a wolf costume for?

How about thirty?

You shouldn't go running to him

every time he whistles.

Do I have a choice? He's my boss.

And he's not so bad.

He helped me move house.

Brought my clothes and books here.

- You left home?

Yes, he lets me stay here, in the back.

Should I call an ambulance?

- No, wait!

What happened?

You had a seizure and fell down.

Do you want us to call a doctor?

I know a really good one.

No, no need.

I'm used to this.

See, my medication.

You'd better go.

Use the back door.

Come on, let's go.

Can I speak to Jasiek?

His sister.

To wish him a merry Christmas.

It's not a problem, is it?

What do you mean?

Impossible! It must be a misunderstanding.

Is your name Maria Cicha?

Yes, I'm his sister.

That's right.

Your name's on the court order.

Please! He's still a kid.

Out of the question.

All right. I'll clear it up.

Good. Call us then.

At least give him a hug from me.

Merry Christmas.

JANUARY - hunting season for wild boar,

polecat, marten, fox, muskrat, pheasant

Get out of here!

Get out or I'll call the police!

Stop!

- Get out!

Go away, we're shooting here.

You mustn't shoot at animals!

They're living creatures!

Please, ma'am!

We're just shooting pheasants!

You've got some nerve.

- Let go of me!

Where are your manners, lady?

At your age?

Poor woman.

She's off her rocker.

Enough.

I made it myself, to thank you.

For what?

I could've lost my job.

- Take off your coat.

I work for the police as an IT specialist.

They got EU funding for a system upgrade.

I've been there for only two months now.

They could fire me if they found out

about my seizures, ma'am.

Drop this "ma'am," will you?

I went to Berlin, right after college.

Got a great job there.

Call me Duszejko.

Duszejko?

Have a seat.

And your first name?

- I don't use it.

What kind of job was it?

Coding. Programming secure websites.

But I lied about my health.

I had a seizure at the office

and they found out.

People are afraid of people like me.

Tell me about it.

I heard you teach English?

Only part-time, but it keeps me busy.

I'm retired,

but I can't sit and do nothing.

I'm not actually qualified to teach.

I learned English in Syria and Libya.

I was building bridges there.

- Really?

One was a real work of art.

Let me show you.

Here it is.

Wow!

Impressive.

I'm pretty sure you could help me.

Ever heard of Blake?

- William? -Yes.

I'd like to translate him.

Three of his four Polish translators

lived in this valley.

Coincidence?

- Who knows? It's so...

gloomy in this area...

Listen, the English is archaic

and I'm clueless.

I travel'd thro' a Land of Men

This is what I have:

I traversed a land of people,

A land of men and women too,

hearing and seeing things more horrible

Than any human ever knew.

Why not "roamed" instead of "traversed"?

I roamed through a land of people...

And avoid repeating "land."

What rhymes with "land"?

Sand - hand - brand...

No, we're getting nowhere.

What's that?

What do you mean?

- Seems weird.

Where?

Look. It's not moving.

Maybe someone needs help?

Last week the mailman got snowed in.

Exaggerating as always.

Did you hear what he said?

That the wound on his leg was a hare bite!

It's the police chief's Land Rover.

Impossible. At this hour?

Look here, in the snow.

Deer tracks.

Somebody's there!

He may still be alive.

It's the police chief.

Call the station.

You have your phone?

I left it at home. Use yours.

No, I can't get mixed up in this.

- May I?

What are you doing?

Taking a photo of the tracks.

What tracks? He's dead!

What's the matter with you?

Animals.

Please sign here, Mr. Wolski.

This is for you, Mr. Wnetrzak.

Ms. Duszejko!

Did you find your dogs?

- Unfortunately not.

You want me to sign?

I've delivered lots of these.

One for Swierszcznski, too.

A bunch for the police chief's buddies.

Greedy mother f***ers!

Including Wnetrzak.

He got his summons too.

You really think he got rich

on that thrift store?

Or fox farming? Bullshit.

It's all a front!

He runs a casino-brothel at home.

Those guys gamble fortunes away.

The police chief did business with him

and visited his whores.

Girls from Romania, Chechnya, Ukraine.

He keeps them in his basement.

Local girls too.

Like the girl from his store.

Bastard, he must have something on her.

I know she's a nice girl.

You have an imagination.

- Yeah.

Well, we'll see.

How could the chief

afford that car on a cop's salary?

Power goes to your head

and you lose your sense of decency.

We used to be friends.

Even played soccer together.

But he became a big shot

and started ignoring me.

I was just a mailman.

My moped against his Jeep Cherokee!

Land Rover Discovery.

Whatever. Who gives a sh*t?

The poor bastard is dead.

Just a moment.

Take this for Swierszcznski.

And sign for him.

I'm in a hurry.

Thanks. Good day.

Damn.

Why not live on the freaking moon?!

Police summons.

You ever drive that car?

Never seen you at the wheel.

You crazy? On these roads?

Please come in.

Some coffee?

How about tea?

I have great coffee.

Fine.

Polish Mushroom Pickers Union?

Mushrooms are probably

the only thing that brings Poles together.

Individual activity.

Very competitive. Zero cooperation.

And everyone keeps their mouths shut

about the best mushroom areas.

That's right.

Your first name starts with the letter S.

What is it?

Swietopelk

- Holy moly!

My father's idea.

To spite my mother.

It's a bit of a tongue twister

and she was an ethnic German.

But from here.

They found traces

of animal blood on the chief's head.

Pretty strange, isn't it?

- Like I said!

Look, magpies!

Magpies can start fires.

They stash bright things in their nests.

Even cigarette butts.

The nest catches fire,

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