Sara Page #3
- Year:
- 1997
- 110 min
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I'll shove enough drugs up their
ass to give them constipation.
- Do you believe me?
- Yes, I do.
Drugs are for idiots.
Who forces them to buy?
Do I put a gun to their heads?
When you were a child
did you take drugs?
No, but you weren't in town then.
I have a Russian test today.
Are you worried?
No.
Heads or tails?
Heads.
- Don't you regret burning them?
- I don't have any hot water.
Have you read them all?
Yes, a long time ago.
Now I like the cinema better.
Was it good for you?
It's because it was
my first time.
I want you to do it again.
To lay on me and to be inside me.
I want to feel what a woman feels
when making love with her man.
I'm not your man.
It didn't hurt at all.
Not even for a moment.
My mother told me that if you love
the man you do it with
it doesn't hurt at all
the first time.
And I love you.
You just think you do.
Love is something that
doesn't really exist.
It's something that makes
mercy disappear.
It's like building a house and
burning everything all around it.
Love is listening at the door
to hear if those are her shoes
squeaking
on the stairs.
Love is when you whisper baby to
when you watch her eating even
though you can't swallow a thing...
and when you can't fall asleep
until you touch her.
Love is when you're standing under
a tree together and you wish
it would fall over so you'd
have to protect her.
And when somebody wants to hurt
her, you shield her with your body?
No, then it's just a job.
You can't keep skipping school.
Let's do it again.
Stop it.
I'm not sure I had an orgasm.
You did.
I have this book...
"How to have regular orgasms
until you're ninety. "
I just don't know why they call it
a guide for lonely women.
What's so funny?
You know what?
What?
Throw that book away.
You only had four hours of lessons
today, I checked...
Haven't you heard about
extracurricular activities?
I have a chance to get an award
for the best grades this year.
I went to the Zacheta gallery with
Leon and I have a speech to give tomorrow.
One of my girlfriends, said
that Matejko was
a famous Polish basketball player.
Thanks, son.
It's none of your business.
Do you think my lover
will like this?
I really don't know.
May I try it on?
You let her get away with that?
Want to see?
My hands have to be free.
So how much longer, doctor?
That long?
I feel that this implant
is going to fall out.
Are you sure?
No, I feel it instinctively.
All right, I won't worry.
There's no reason to worry,
is there?
Thank you.
Which one do you like better?
Neither, they both make you look older.
How about this?
You look better in the red one.
The one with holes.
Come over here for a minute.
What for?
I don't deserve to be treated
so impolitely.
Look, so young, and she has to
f*** that dirty Italian.
As I remember it, she fell
in love with him...
Yeah, sure!
The punk found her in a pasture
and bought her like a goat.
Christ, I'm really glad that
we live in Poland...
I could take anything except
somebody doing that to my daughter,
I'd go crazy!
She's my only child, you know?
We know.
Listen I trust you.
If you see that something's wrong,
that some punk
is hanging around her,
let me know, all right?
There is a guy hanging around her.
A big guy.
Couldn't you take her
out of that school?
She could learn the
same things here.
Will a tutor give her a diploma?
Please, I won't be able to keep
an eye on her there.
Try to understand,
Sara has to finish school.
I need it, and so does she.
I once told her that I'd give her
a wonderful husband.
Do you know what she told me?
"That's obvious, Daddy".
And that's why I love her.
She's at a difficult age now but
we'll work it out together.
You'll help us, won't you?
Do I draw well?
These drawings are staying here.
If I ever take them away
I won't come back to you...
but that won't happen because
I believe in relationships
- that last a lifetime.
- Whose lifetime?
Even elephants love each
other for years...
and scientists have proven
that whales...
- Do I look like a whale?
- Your fishes do it, too!
But in water!
We're not going to raise baby fish...
Matejko's last exhibition...
was at
the Zacheta Gallery in 1921.
I didn't know that.
Then you'd better learn.
Then I better go to school.
Will you tell me if you love me...
even a little?
I can't give you my coat.
And you can't hug me,
can you?
Now you can't hold me even
though five minutes ago...
you burned my school book because
you didn't want me to freeze.
And now, out here and nearly to
the car, you can't warm me?
Great soup, darling.
I was just telling Leon that nobody
cooks as well as you do.
That's true.
Great soup.
The last time I ate soup like this
was in the Golan Heights in 1980.
Darling, do you know what's
going on with our daughter?
Nothing, I just feel sick.
- Maybe you have indigestion?
- I feel like vomiting because I'm pregnant.
A great joke for Sunday dinner.
I can't seem to finish this house.
Yesterday I got rid of ten workers.
Did you bury them in the garden?
No, I just fired them.
You think she's fallen in love?
With whom?
With you.
She'd have to call you
Daddy, or Uncle.
You're like a piece of antique
furniture to her.
Do you know that next year I'll be more
legal than President Kwasniewski?
You mean you'll get your Masters'?
And I'll need a business partner...
Don't make me laugh.
Someone who's not in the business,
who's absolutely honest
and whom I can trust.
A friend.
I'm going home.
Wait! I haven't finished.
Find somebody else
to take my place.
Why not put some fish in here?
We'd have something alive...
Everything has to end sometime.
No.
We love each other.
I love you.
Then you have a problem.
Please...
Why do you hurt me?
- How was the test?
- Fine.
For you.
How do you know I like them?
I know a lot.
I know everything about you.
I know how tall you are,
how much you weigh,
what your shoe size is,
and your bra...
- I even know when you have your period.
- Did you go through my things?
- No way.
You prefer him to drive because
he's more handsome.
More handsome?
And a little intelligent, huh?
He took you to an exhibition of
Matejko's paintings...
But you're more subtle.
- Really?
- Yes.
That was supposed to be a joke.
I'd like to go somewhere.
No, Jozef won't let us.
We can go back home and ask him
and I'm sure he'll let us go.
OK.
And this Leon, he's a psychopath,
you know.
I heard he accidentally killed
his own daughter.
Hey! Where?
Dad...
He's been waiting for you,
listening at the door when
anyone went up the stairs.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see you.
Well, you've seen me.
I miss you.
See this?
What?
Gray hair.
Can I touch it?
Why can't a forty-year-old man love
a sixteen-year-old girl?
And why can't a man in his sixties
love a twelve-year-old girl?
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