Polish Wedding Page #3

There is no turning back

now, Gypsy.

Sofie's doing you a favor.

This is the dress she married

your brother Ziggy in.

I hope it brings you my Iuck.

Oh, Christ, it's cursed.

Come Iook at yourseIf.

Ah, Iook at her, the bride.

It's your wedding.

Yeah, drink it.

You'II need it.

Oh, HaIa.

You poor, wiId IittIe thing.

You didn't know a man

wouId tame you.

Don't make me Iaugh.

Men don't tame women.

Nature is what tames women.

Women don't need men.

It's just that wherever

there's a woman,

by God, there's a famiIy.

And the famiIy without a man

is usuaIIy a catastrophe.

Speak for yourseIf, Mama...

because I need my Ziggy.

Ha ha ha!

Your Ziggy.

Mmm ! I want to propose a toast.

To my firstborn baby...

because without him,

Ziggy wouIdn't have married me.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

And here's

to Ziggy himseIf.

My firstborn.

God knows, without him,

BoIek never wouId've married me.

To your first baby, HaIina.

May God bIess it.

And don't come back

untiI you're married.

Or as good as.

RusseII!

-Who are you?

-Who are you?

Who am I?

You think you can prance in here

with that white dress of yours?

This is my house, Skinny.

Who are you, what do you want?

I got business with RusseII.

Oh, a tough girI, huh?

What kind of business?

None of your beeswax.

WOMAN:
What's going on?

What's aII the shouting about?

Oh, Iook, Bob.

It's a girI in a white dress.

WeII, aren't you smart.

There he is!

RusseII...

HaIa...

I'm going to have a baby.

Yeah.

I figured as much.

Just bIow in their ear.

They say that

about PoIack girIs.

But with you, HaIa...

Jesus.

AII I did was Iook at you.

WiII you marry me?

-Yes!

Yes?

No. Not a chance.

But...you Ioved me.

You said so.

HaIa, quit pIaying with my head.

I'm not ready for a famiIy.

-Am I?

-GirIs are aIways ready.

-Ready and waiting.

-Waiting, yes, Iike dogs.

There's so much I gotta do.

I'm saving money to buy a car

so some guys and--

What's the matter?

In my head, I can just see

aII those dirty diapers.

PiIes and piIes,

mountains of them.

See what I mean?

It's a Iife term.

WouIdn't you rather be free?

Free?

You're so pretty, HaIa.

There's just something

about you.

You're so dang pretty.

What do you want me to do?

Whatever it is...

I'II do it.

Is this what you came for?

-This is what you want.

-Yes.

This is aII I want from you.

Just don't stop.

Don't ever stop.

HaIa?

HaIa?

It's aImost midnight.

Where were you?

-With a boy.

-What boy?

-A bad boy.

-What were you doing?

Screwing.

Cigarette.

Since you know who...

you wanna know how?

Like there's no tomorrow.

Because...

there is no tomorrow.

Not for me.

Now we've had it.

It's Daddy!

Don't just stand there.

HeIp me.

Oh, f***.

What's going on

down there?

Is that you, HaIa?

Nothing, Mom. Just me!

My queen.

Like it?

Oh, yes.

You have kicked sand in my face.

You've kicked sand in my face.

Oh, oh, my Iove.

Oh, Jadwiga.

How did aII this happen?

Don't bIame me.

You put on the Gypsy music.

You know what I mean.

Wait. I have a surprise for you.

Give me your hands.

Paris?

France, my queen.

I'm taking you away with me

for a IittIe whiIe on business.

But I have no business

in France.

Ha! Good God!

I'm taIking about France.

We'II see the EiffeI Tower.

StroII aIong the Champs EIysees.

Is it so much better

than Detroit?

For God's sake.

Roman KruII wants you

to go with him to Paris.

But I don't want to go.

You don't want to go with me?

What do you want?

Do you want to stay

a cIeaning woman? Huh?

Yes. You are a cIeaning woman.

I'm a queen.

I have five chiIdren.

Four of them are boys, men.

I have my own house, a husband.

What do you have?

I am a queen.

ROMAN:
If you are a queen...

then why are you here?

I'm sorry.

OK?

I didn't mean...

Take some bIinis.

No, don't be sorry.

I'm a cIeaning woman.

That's what I am.

My stockings.

Mother in Heaven, why am I here?

Muniu, Piotrusz,

Kazium, everybody!

Muniu, on the doubIe.

Your mama needs you.

-What's wrong, Mama?

-Your sister is in troubIe...

and that rascaI

who did it to her...

thinks he's getting off

scot-free.

Nobody gets off scot-free

in this house!

Who did it, mama?

The Schuster boy.

Schuster!

I'II kiII that bastard!

Ooh! Ah, sh*t.

-What's this?

-Come on out, Schuster!

It's some kind of posse.

Send that good-for-nothing

son of yours out here!

My son's an upstanding citizen,

a poIiceman.

There's onIy one thing

upstanding on his body.

-But we'II take care of that.

-Yeah!

My daughter's in a famiIy way,

and he's responsibIe.

So your daughter...

Skinny IittIe tough one, huh?

Now we're getting to

the bottom of this.

Like mother,

Iike daughter.

You're a rascaI who's

given birth to a rascaI!

Muniu, break the door down.

No, you don't!

Daddy, Mama needs you.

She can take care of herseIf.

She doesn't need me.

I'm teIIing you, Daddy,

she needs you bad!

BOB:
I don't know

about you PoIish peopIe...

but this isn't how

we do things around here!

We'II see about that!

We'II see about that!

He's got a roIIing pin!

-Mr. P!

-I'II give you Mr. P!

You--you usurper!

You destroyer of famiIies!

Get away! HaIczia!

HALA:

Daddy, pIease Iet go of him !

You can't force me!

-Let go of him !

-HaIczia! HaIczia!

Let me go. Let go!

You! You!

You!

You shameIess...

ShameIess!

Come back here!

What have you done to me?

Looking for this?

Ahem.

Ahem.

What?

Jadwiga...

What?

TeII me.

Fine.

Big, tough Iady. Be on your own.

-You drive me crazy.

-You drive me crazy, too.

You've been driving me

crazy for years.

I hate you.

I hate you, too.

[BeIIs ringing]

I was Iooking for you.

Have a seat, Ma.

Pirogis.

Those are beautifuI.

What? No pickIes?

I reaIIy Iove your pickIes,

but...pass.

What about you, BoIek?

ActuaIIy, Jadwiga...

I despise pickIes.

Oh, weII, I'II have some.

AII these pickIes.

So many.

SuddenIy,

just to Iook at them...

fiIIs me with sadness.

Maybe we don't need

so many pickIes.

HaIczia...

go to church with your brothers.

We wiII meet you

at the procession.

I'm Ieaving.

I said I'm Ieaving.

-Good. My famiIy wouId kiII you.

-Hey.

Come with me.

Come with you?

How can I come with you?

Things are different.

Everything's changed.

Don't teII me

you're keeping this kid.

Don't worry. You're stiII free.

What's going on in

that head of yours?

I can't expIain it to you.

What do you want from me?

Everything.

HaIa!

HaIa!

BoIek!

BoIeczek!

Yoo-hoo!

Over here!

Sancta

Maria

Sancta

Maria

Sancta Maria

Mater dei

Ora pro nobis

BIessed are you,

our mother, among women.

You are bIessed

and fuII of grace.

You are the tender

giver of Iife...

the innocent bearer

of hoIy fruit.

Sancta Maria...

We are your chiIdren.

Intercede for us.

What a joke,

her crowning the Virgin.

She's pregnant!

A pregnant virgin!

Is this true?

This can't be true!

O Mother in Heaven,

teII me what to do.

Get down from there!

I'm aIone up here.

HeIp me.

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