Zemsta

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Present

as Papkin

in the film

by Andrzej Wajda

based on the play

by Aleksander Fredro

REVENGE:

as the Cupbearer

as the Notary

as Widow Hanna

as Dyndalski

as Klara, the Cupbearer's niece

as Waclaw, the Notary's son

with

Screenplay by

Production Designer

Set Designer

Costumes by

Make-up artist

Sound by

Edited by

Production Manager

Executive Producers

Produced by

Music by

Director of Photography

Directed by

Where's my dinner?

Not even soup yet!

Must I wait

with an empty stomach?

No, I can't delay my plans

any longer.

What do you wish?

Why are you so sad?

Doesn't the love

of your Klara

- dismiss those grim thoughts?

- I see you for a while,

then I spend hours

without hearing your sweet voice.

- How can I be happy?

- Love me, I said.

You took my hand

and asked if I loved you,

even while you read

the answer in my eyes.

I didn't know

what I was saying.

I fear I have ignored

our future.

The endless discord

between your uncle and my father

is not a good omen

for our love.

We may face cruel separation.

Unless...

Unless?

Think, find a solution!

- Everything is up to you.

- I'm listening.

We love each other

and we wish to live together

in peace, free of fear

that old feuds

might force us apart.

- What shall we do then?

- Get married.

- You're crazy! How?

- It's up to you.

Rather up the will of my uncle,

and of your father.

If there's a will,

there's a way.

I understand,

but I don't agree.

I want to be with you,

- but not this way.

- I meant marriage.

Who'll believe that

nothing happened between us?

I hear someone coming,

you must go.

- One word...

- I've said.

- Change it or I'll die.

- Then we'll die.

- Klara, I beg you...

- Go, quickly.

God be with you.

I got here as fast as I could.

I wore out several horses

and came in such haste

that my new carriage

was left in splinters.

And I am sure, Papkin,

that you came on foot,

after gambling away in some tavern

the money I sent for the journey.

Look at my pistol then.

- What about it?

- I was shooting.

At crows, no doubt.

Whom I shot and where,

I cannot divulge,

but cards are not the reason

for my delay.

You know that men drop like flies

when I start shooting.

Men?

- Who else?

- Moths or mosquitoes?

- You'll never believe it anyway.

- I'm not a fool, my dear, dear sir.

- That a breakfast?!

- Yes, breakfast.

My dear Cupbearer, I haven't

eaten for six days and nights.

- Then eat and listen.

- Yes, sir!

Everyone knows

I never miss a shot.

And everyone knows

I could toss you in the dungeon

for your past deeds.

In the dungeon?

What for?

- Just for fun.

- Can't you think of better one?

Silence!

Let me remind you

where you stand with me.

I am at your service.

I will jump into the saddle

this moment if you order it.

I am a born horseman.

The wildest of the wild

are tame in my hands.

- I am a born horseman.

- Come on!

As I was about

to put my foot in the stirrups,

- I was interrupted by a big scuffle.

- Listen to me!

Just a moment.

Here I was walking along,

my head up, my hair all curly,

a proud look...

any woman

would've fallen for me.

- Listen!

- Wait. So there I was,

and suddenly a Greek princess

approached in her coach,

took one look at me,

and fell in love.

You know, one thing led to another...

when it comes to love I'm like a tiger.

Quiet!

- You seem a bit upset.

- Enough of your chattering tongue!

You are upset.

If I had your temper,

the blade of my

trusty Artemis would...

- I'm listening.

- Klara's father

bought this old castle

along with the village.

My father

owned ten like it.

We live here like owls,

and to make matters worse, the owner

of the other half of the castle

is the devil incarnate.

That's right - the Notary.

He appears to be sweet

and humble,

- but the devil's in his soul.

- Still, neighbors should get along.

If I don't drive him out,

nobody will.

Not a day passes without a fight.

We have to negotiate, but how?

I won't write that scoundrel!

Go to see him?

He's too crafty,

my dear, dear sir.

He might secretly poison me,

and I value my life.

That is why I chose you

to be my emissary.

It is a great honor indeed,

but I fear I am

too hot-blooded.

Instead of making peace

I might start a war,

for I was born

to perform heroic deeds.

What's more, as an infant

I swore never to be a diplomat.

Papkin will be,

who I tell him to be.

And you obey.

But I am a bad-tempered man.

What if I strangle him,

shoot him right in the head,

or cut him into pieces?

- Who'll take the responsibility?

- Me and my conscience.

- Think it over.

- I just have.

Now, I've got more news.

My dear sir,

I am getting married.

- Well, well!

- Well, well what?

Well, I'm so happy!

What can I do to speed

the matter along?

Persuade her, if timid?

Force her, if unwilling?

And if she is married,

should I slit the throat

- of her tyrant?

- You're crazy!

- You know of my courage, Cupbearer.

- Listen...

I mean no insult,

but I'm

a thousand times

smarter than you.

But when it comes

to conversing with ladies,

it's beyond me, I can't do it.

So, my dear, dear sir, with your charm.

You can count on it.

She's as good as yours.

Already married to you.

I have an unusual way with women.

Just one look,

and they are mine.

- So I will just go have a look...

- At whom, then?

- You're right, I do not know.

- At the Widow Hanna.

- I see.

- Wait for her here.

Say no more.

It will be settled within the hour.

- You know how grateful I can be.

- I hope I'm about to find out.

He's a madman.

Very volatile.

If I didn't have him on a tight leash,

I don't know what would happen.

There is no time to spare.

I'll get the Widow for him.

She's not my type, anyway.

But Klara... oh,

lovely Klara will be mine.

I know she is dreaming

about me...

We'll populate the world

with lots of little Papkins!

But the Cupbearer

stands like a wall between us.

I will give her a sign.

I'll sing a sweet song

in her little ear...

with my angelic voice.

Oh my dear daughter,

what are those whispers in your room?

Mother, it was the cat,

lapping its milk.

It was the cat

making noises in my room.

Oh my dear daughter,

what are those knocks in your room?

Mother, it was the cat,

hunting for mice.

It was the cat

making noises in my room.

Oh my dear daughter,

does your cat have legs?

Mother, he does,

and silver spurs too.

It was this cat

making noises

in my room.

I told you, it's either a bunch of cats,

or Papkin has showed up.

Madam, you are an angel!

A colossal embodiment

of earthly virtue,

draped in grace and charm.

Allow my lips to leave

their delicate impress

on your snowy white hands.

I am your humble servant,

and at your service.

- What brings you to us?

- A wonderful event!

- What is this?

- Your marriage.

Mine?

I have just hosted Lord Pembroke,

several princes,

a dozen chamberlains,

and a few elegant ladies at a supper.

- What do they say?

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