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in case I get scared.

Do you ever get scared?

Never.

Never?

Sometimes.

- Got scared?

- And how!

So have a drink.

I will.

Hello!

Where to?

To the village

to get kerosene.

- May I come along?

- Please do.

- And Mr. Frederick?

- No.- thank you.

I have to tend the flowerbeds.

The King came and sprinkled...

... silver poppy seeds on the eyes

of the mouse and the red pony.

The Poppy King's knights

wandered for years.

The mouse got very tired.-

"Peep. peep. when do we get home?"'

The King asked;

"Who's been sleeping in my bed?"'

"Who's been drinking from my bowl?"'

Peep; peep; peep...

We're playing.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

What a beautiful dolly!

It's not a dolly.

What is it?

The Poppy Seed Princess.

May I see her?

What will I do without her?

I may die...

I'll spank you!

Little mermaid...

I have a daughter your age.

Delicious...

Got any more?

- It's paid already.

- For the book.

It may be your most expensive one.

What?

Having the time of your life, huh?

I'm working hard.

I see,

What's wrong?

Something happened?

Nothing's happened whatsoever.

- Why so nervous.- then?

- Because I like it.

I can't do without it.

Take a sip; come on.

Smell the flowers...

See how beautiful it is?

The man on high

is watching over us.

The kids are playing...

... and were playing with them.

Remember?

What's up?

- The cork's inside.

- I'll pull it out.

- I'll get another one.

- I'll do it...

Leave it!

See what you've done?

Karol!

Why are you shouting

at the woman?

Don't be scared. It's dead.

Want it?

Why worry?

We have enough to eat.

- What're you doing?

- Shining my shoes.

Yeah?... Here!

I'll shine them for you.

I'll drive the horses. Dad. OK?

Witulin's not far; dear.

- Barely 5 km.

- Please; Mom...

All right; but with an adult.

- Mr. Witold?

- Excellent choice.

Witold's a born teamster.

Karol! You'll come

with us in a taxi!

- You like Karol?

- Of course...

- He's a childhood friend.

- I know.

But do you fancy him?

- Me?

- Yes.

- I like him very much.

- Is that all?

He's a beautiful boy

and in love with you.

Not with me or any other girl.

He just wants to get laid.

He's just a kid!

Gee up!

All right. I'll tell you.

I'm no shrinking violet.

I laid a Home Army man

who stayed with us one night.

Do your parents know?

They caught us red-handed.

But they didn't catch on.

- Why not Karol?

- Because.

But you won't tell Vaclav.- right?

He believes

in your spiritual communion...

He's a true Catholic.

Do you think

I have no morality?

I'm Catholic too!

You believe in God?

Would I confess or take

Communion if I didn't?

My future man's principles

suit me to a T.

His mother is almost mine.

I'm honoured to join

a family like his.

Ah.- here they are!

No more flings

once I marry him.

Dear Mrs. Amelia.

This is Mr. Frederick. mother.

And Mr. Witold. his friend...

... a man of letters.

With her arrival. a new aura

filled Hippolit's house...

... superior; absolute;

dispelling any doubts.

Frederick cast away his

two live toys; Henia and Karol.

Engrossed in talk with Amelia;

he was dead to the world.

They flew over our heads

of ordinary humans...

... mostly about God

and the beauty of the world.

Just look how beautiful

it is here.

Absolutely... beautiful.

But take a really good look

and admit if it's not.

Really very beautiful indeed.

Just magnificent!

- You're an atheist. right?

- Right.

- Say it. please.

- I am...

I'm an atheist.

- I knew it.

- Bravo.

I'm bored without you.-

bored to madness...

Along with my dog

and my squirrel...

I write. read. and smoke

- I

and my eyes are still blue.

But all this is just

the force of habit...

The dawn is still grey

and the dusk gold-blue...

Day crosses to one.

night to the other side...

... and the roses bloom

seemingly unwilling...

... as they can't do otherwise.

Yet the world has ended.

can you understand?

It is no more

and I won't bring it to life.

The time is hard and quiet.-

but wait a minute... I...

... may be already

on the other side.

Without You by

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska.

Are you all right.- Mrs. Amelia?

- What're you doing. mother?

- Mrs. Amelia!

- Oh Jesus!

- Watch out!

Water! Mr. Myszynski!

Put it out!

Shoot at everything.

Karol!

She's bleeding copiously.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Come close to me.- please.

Closer.

Don't leave.- please.

You'll see.

I want you to see...

... everything till the end.

Jesus!

Sir.- we caught the bastard

near Rokiciny...

Silence.

He had the knife on him.

My mother couldn't

have died just like that.

No; please!

- How then?

- I don't know.

Not that way.

We don't know what happened...

... not you; me. or even that boy.

Perhaps.- as he says...

-... he took a knife to cut the cake...

- No! No. no.

She couldn't have died like that.

- It wasn't like that.

- It couldve been!

It could have been.

Imagine it.

Even a majestic lady

like your mother...

... could have died under

the silliest circumstances...

... for a piece of cake.

Understand?

I don't know.

Let's go... please.

Thanks to Hippolit's connections;

the death was recorded

as 'due to natural causes.'

The killer was back on Hippolit's

estate; locked up in the belfry...

... waiting for God knows what

by the decision of no one knew who.

Stop! Listen

You ride too fast

but sow the grain correctly.

- And the raspberry?

- Ok.

You can get dressed.

- The next rehearsal?

- I'll let you know.

Well; what do you think.

dear Witold?

- Do they act well?

- It's going to be a film.

- A film?

- Uh-huh.

I have an idea of a screenplay.

But some scenes require

experimenting with live actors.

Writing a script with no actors

in mind is sheer nonsense.- right?

First get them to strut their stuff.

And the script should

bring out what's in them.

You were great.

Wait till I tell you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Aren't you ashamed?

Of what?

Shame doesn't belong in art.

Boor! Murderer!

What murderer?

It's not true!

I won't let you.

He's a prisoner

and cannot be beaten.

Don't be afraid.

It's that death...

I can't come to terms with it.

Look.- your mother always

got down to essentials.- right?

And you?

But I can't.

What should I do?

Do what you will.-

but wear your dignity intact.

Tell me what I should do.

Live through it till the end!

Drink every drop of her death

to the bottom!... Got that?

Shitass!

I've lost my voice.

Come!

What's this?

I'm writing as I've lost my voice.

Judge by this if I've gone crazy.

as I'm not sure myself.

When you finish reading this letter.

burn it and pretend...

... that nothing happened.

Vaclav must see our show.

Tell him youve found out

about their trysts...

... and find it your duty

to let him know.

Well put the heat on them

till the appearance of betrayal is out.

Then we'll see what happens.

Don't reply. I'll leave instructions

under the brick by the gate.

We're running out of eggs.- Andreas.

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