Life Must Go On (Żyć nie umierać)

LIFE MUST GO ON.

I haven't done it.

I swear

on my death, on my honor.

Is this your knife?

Then I'll have to shoot you.

What are you doing?

And I'll have to shoot you too.

Bartek.

Please leave the stage.

Shit,

how many times do we have to play the same thing?

Three hundred fifty two times?

We're rewriting 'Tom Sawyer'.

I won't!

Go to the dressing room! Did you hear me?

- I'm at work. - Did you hear me?

I'm an actor. I'm a tenor, I'm a youth educator.

I told you it'd end up like this.

Bartek!

Boss! Applause for the boss!

Bartek, leave the stage.

The last bullet is live.

It's for you, boss.

Hi.

I'm Bartek.

I'm forty five years old

and I'm an alcoholic.

I've drunk

half a liter of vodka a day, times three hundred sixty five days,

times twenty years equals three

thousand six hundred fifty liters.

Well, it isn't quite the record yet.

Thanks.

Go on, Zenek, please.

My name is Zenek,

a construction worker, by profession...

and an angling aficionado

at present.

And you?

I am...

It's past eight. We encourage those,

who haven't had a chance to leave their beds to pick up their corpses and spot they

live in the most beautiful of worlds.

Hi, this is Monica.

Can't talk right now.

Leave a message. I'll call you back. Bye.

Good morning.

Hi Slipper.

You don't know by any chance a bookstore where I could buy myself a book?

My religion doesn't allow me.

What does the Bible say? Thou shalt love thy neighbor as...

OK, Slipper, here.

You'll go straight to heaven!

Nah...

I'm a conductor conducting a coughing symphony.

Attention, I give the key.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

They're beautiful, fashionable!

White, black, colorful,

fit for work and holidays.

Our glasses are exceptional.

It's a perfect fit.

That's it! Fire!

The one with a moustache! Why aren't you clapping?

We can see what you're doing with your hands.

Show us how you clap.

One, two, three!

That's it! I'd like to be your girlfriend booty.

The golden spank of the evening.

Welcome to 'Dancing with the Stars'.

You're about to see the extraordinary stars straight from heaven.

Show goes on!

Bartek, you've pushed it too far.

Boss...

I haven't. I'm turning it into the night of the living dead.

Be careful.

The moustache guy made a complaint that you

accused him of masturbating in front of everyone.

I'm awaiting a trial then.

And possibly a public execution.

We will broadcast it live and the public will love it.

Bartek, you aren't...?

No, I'm sober.

Seriously.

Bartek!

I know. I'm sorry.

No, something else.

Your medical tests are overdue.

I won't extend your contract.

You will.

Because?

Because

you love me.

If you don't bring your results next week

I'll strangle you.

Promises.

Creon declared Polynices a traitor.

He gave Eteocles an honorable burial.

Antigone defied Green's orders.

And she lived to regret it.

She got sentenced to death by the king - a son of a bitch.

Thank you, Professor, very much.

And then his son, Antigone's fiancé, and his wife take their own lives.

You see... no exit.

The king suffers,

and the rebellious one is in deep shit.

This is what life is all about. You there...!

Pay attention or you'll never play someone who wants to kill himself.

Also,

the new idea is to play the whole thing naked.

Bartek.

Looks like it's gonna be a sermon.

Let me sit comfortably.

Go on.

This is our last time.

Again?

Who are you leaving me for?

For Rose.

- For who? - For Rose.

Stop it...

The homo-lobby rocks.

You know I've loved her for a long time, don't you?

We will live together.

Perfect monogamy.

You know that...

Infidelity with a heterosexual doesn't count.

Bartek, stop...

stop it.

Wait.

You've changed your mind?

No.

I'll take you a picture.

The last one.

Neighbor. Shit.

I'm so unhappy.

Slipper,

only vegetables are happy.

Babe!

What does it mean

I have atelectasis?

It means you have to go to an oncologist.

I see...

Yup.

It's there.

And?

We'll cure it.

You?

No. We.

Cancer?

That's the popular name for this shit.

Do you want to know the Latin name?

No.

We'll start with a chemo.

To kill the son-of-a-bitch?

From your experience, how long do I have to live?

If you don't start a therapy,

three to four?

Years?

Months.

Hello? Monica... It's dad.

I've been trying to contact you for a few weeks.

It's important,

I have cancer.

I have three, four months to live.

Bye.

One more thing, Monica,

I'm under our tree.

It stands still, it's doing OK.

It's pissed about the concrete laid near it,

but it says it'll be fine...

Bye.

I love my daughter.

I love my ex too.

And I love you too Beetle.

I'm happy where I am.

What shall I do?

You have three options.

First,

you change the rather sad ending.

Suicide?

Second: you indulge in some fun.

But it's obvious. I don't like being obvious.

Third?

You reassess.

You look back at your life

and change the script written by the Almighty.

Beetle, what are you talking about?

Sorry I don't believe in miracles.

I don't believe that there's something or someone up there?

Are you absolutely certain?

It's past eight.

We encourage those, who haven't had a chance

to get up to pick up their corpses and spot...

One question: will our powder wash everything?

Ladies and gentlemen, our powder will wash everything,

even a guilty conscience.

'So noble a song, and resplendent in glory,

Neither illnesses haven't brought you down, nor a sword's blade.

But free, unending, alive you step into the underworld.