The Decalogue (Dekalog)

Romek

What do you want to know?

The truth

Are you sure?

Yes, that's why I've come to you

How many women have you had in your life?

You know, women, girls or whatever you call them

Eight... nine... I don't know, maybe fifteen

That's enough

I've been married for ten years now And frankly...

That's enough, too

Are you sure I don't ever be able to make love to any woman?

I'm afraid you won't, the findings are typical, and so are the symptoms

What's your wife like?

She's wonderful

Take a divorce

Romek

I heard your car

Come on

You didn't want to meet you, did you?

I did

Your suit is dripping wet

Don't you want to know why I went to Krakow?

Why, you have friends there

Just one

Why don't you tell me about Zagreb?

I delivered several lectures I assisted during several operations

On three occasions, I operated myself I got paid and by the tim

I was leaving, the money I got was only worth a half of its original value

Are you tired?

No

I say, Hanka darling...

Mhm... Not now, please

Tell me everything

I'm not afraid anymore

I went to Krakow to meet Mikolaj

He's a friend of mine I told you about him once, didn't I?

That son of a bitch, I remember

Well, he examined me and had all the analyses made

He was quite frank

I haven't any chances Today, tomorrow...

Or ever...

I don't believe it

These are facts

Do you love me?

Well, do you or not?

You're afraid to say you do although you do love me after all

Love is not just panting in bed for five minutes once a week

It is that, too

It's just biology

True love is situated in one's heart and not between the legs

What matters to me is what we have and not what we haven't

You're young and...

I can manage

You'll have to find yourself a lover

That is, if you haven't found one yet

I haven't

Some things are better left unsaid

Oh no

All right, so you've been frank with me You won't ever be able to make love to me

At least that's what the doctors say I'm telling you this

I want to be with you anyway

I love you

May I cuddle up to you?

Yes

Tightly, O.K.?

You asleep, Hanka?

No

We've never wanted a baby

No

It would perhaps be easier now if there was one

Perhaps

Can I help?

If you're so kind... Just hold the funnel, will you?

May I join, Doctor?

Make a decision

It's not very good for you

But not fatal

The ward head told me he found it rather difficult to come to terms with you

Really? But it's perfectly simple

You see, Doctor

I have a voice

How's that?

A singing voice

My mother is a hard-working woman She wants me to be somebody

I wasn't admitted to the school of music because of my heart

I shouldn't sing, my heart's too weak, but Mother wants me to become a singer

What's your specialty?

Bach and Mahler Do you know Mahler?

And... van den Budemayer?

No, I don't know that one

His works are... well, difficult But I can sing them

Mother wants me to make a career abroad or at least here

This is what that operation's for

Mother wants the ward head to operate on me or better still, you

Do you want it, too?

I want to live, that's enough for me I don't have to sing

Besides, I'm scared

I guess the ward head wanted you to

reassure me to tell me it isn't dangerous

I'll be able to do everything afterwards...

Well, go on, tell me

Know what, it's not that simple

Such operations are usually carried out to save, I mean...

They are the last resort, when nothing else can be done

Which is not the case with me, right?

Frankly speaking, that's what I mean

Various people have different needs

Mother wants me to have everything

...while I only need this much

Good afternoon May I speak to Hanka please?

I'm afraid she's out

Oh, I thought she was Thank you

Want me to give her a message?

No, thanks I'll try to reach her later

What is it?

Van den Budenmayer Beautiful, isn't it?

Yes

I once heard it before

I took a call to you

Who was it?

Beautiful, really

I've bought something for you Care to try it on?

It's for you

Hello, Hanka, at last!

Hanka...

I must see you You didn't come at four

All right

Hanka darling

All right, I'll be there

Yes, it's better this way

I see

Yes, sure, O.K.

Can you hear me?

Why, hello, Mum

When could you send it to me?

We fly on Thursdays and Saturdays now

Fine, go to my flat and find that black shawl and umbrella

All right

Please come in

I've been thinking about you

After we'd talked yesterday, I bought a record

What record? Van den Budemayer?

In Dutch, it's wonderful

Remember anything?

Your singing's beautiful

A pity you don't want it for a career

That's what Mother says

And rightly, too

What did you dream about when you were my age?

I wanted to become a doctor, a surgeon

And what about having home, a family? Didn't you dream about that?

I never thought about it

Mariusz Zawydzki, Physics

Eleven... Twenty-three... Forty-five...

Eleven... Twenty-three... Forty-five...

Oh, I forgot

Mother phoned She wants her umbrella and shawl

Why don't they sell shawls in shops where she is?

Don't you know her? She wants to have her own one

When is the plane due?

At twelve, a few minutes past

I don't operate until the afternoon I may go to the airport,

I'm free for an hour

You're a dear

Oh, give me the key

The umbrella is on the coat-stand A black folding one

The shawls's black, too, it's in the chest of drawers in the bedroom

I'll find it

It's me

Do me a favour, will you? Never call me on the phone at home

unless you have to

Anything wrong?

No, phone me at the office, it's better that way

Ten to six, right?

And ten to eight on Thursdays and Tuesdays

As you wish, Madam Have you been to your mother's flat?

I send a postcard to you saying I love you and will keep our date today

A postcard?

Yes, a silly one, with the Pope on the reverse side

When did you mail it?

After our last meeting, as usual Haven't you got it?

No, bye

May I speak to Mr. Mariusz, please? It's the right number, isn't it?

Mariusz! For you again!

Hallo

It's me, so you're there?

Yes