نخستین 200 خط.
Isn't there a bridge around here?
Pleased to meet you. Piotrek.
Ok, but my GPS...
I'll design you a new bridge when I get settled in.
Peter!
We can speak Polish.
You insisted on the old barn, keeping up with tradition.
Żaneta likes this place.
I've sent down a digger. Ronaldo will help you.
Pour, Ronaldo...
Listen...
I think it's all been too quick.
I know young people need to get to know each other.
Not shack up right away.
We love each other...
- We don't want to wait. - I'm being totally frank with you.
I don't know you.
A few Skype calls in English can hardly be called knowing someone.
But anyway...
I hope Żaneta knows what she's doing.
What can I do? All I can do is wish you well.
Here's the timetable.
Timetable?
- Yeah, timetable. - Timetable.
Stop!
Don't bother.
I'll manage.
I'll manage!
The keys to the house.
I'll drive you back.
I'll manage.
Wonderful!
Come here.
Come here!
- Cheers! - Thanks.
It's drizzling.
How cute...
Drizzle, drizzling.
...one little cloud.
I know, I know...
Piotr?
Anybody here?
Brother!
We're just missing the swimming pool.
Bachelor boy!
Where are you?
He's hiding...
Python!
Have you spoken to him?
He's vanished.
I don't know, sister. Maybe he doesn't love you anymore.
I'd be scared of you.
Where's everywhere?
Wait. I'll call you later.
Your brother-in-law is here!
You know what this means in Poland?
Have you two met?
Fuck... My mother used to do it for me.
Go on. Pour some vodka.
See that?
I, Żaneta...
Take you, Piotr...
as my husband.
As my husband.
As my husband.
To have and to hold...
To love,
honour...
obey,
for as long as we both shall live.
Not like that.
Zofia, Zygmunt...
For mum and dad!
My dears!
I learned this song from my grandma!
Band please!
Who's taking a wife? He's taking a wife,
I won't take a wife!
The boys will come to me,
I won't be asking them!
Who's whining on life? He's whining on life,
I won't whine on life!
I've got pounds in my pocket,
and it's all I need!
- Tip your head back. - What?
Well, the groom's just lost his cherry.
Let's keep on dancing!
Music, maestro, please.
I love you.
Someone's watching us.
He doesn't mind.
Doesn't mind?
I can't with grandpa watching.
Alright! That's enough!
Come on!
Hey boys! No toys to play with?
Enough!
I'm sorry...
Come on. Let's get inside!
What?
You seem different.
I'm not Python any more, I'm Piotr.
Did you forget?
Kiss the groom!
Thank you, thank you...
Now the professor would like to say a few words.
Please... Bravo!
I'd like to say... On this special day...
Louder!
Here... Bravely!
Let me recall Stach, your grandfather, Żaneta.
He once said:
"Just wait 30 or 40 years.
We won't have much of it,
but our grandchildren will."
He said it somewhere near here.
Right by this marquee.
I mean the marquee wasn't there then,
but when you leave the house it's on the north-west side...
Of course, Staszek wanted Żaneta to inherit this house.
It was his last will.
It's a good bit of land.
And I confirm it.
I know a thing or two.
Listen to an old Jew.
I can still do my math.
Perhaps it's good that it's raining,
because it reminds us of the tears of despair,
of which there were many more than tears of joy.
We aren't at school now!
I know, I know...
Maybe it's not the time.
But on the other hand...
As Aristotle said:
"Whoever does not partake of society...
is either a god...
or a beast."
There's no man without society...
and there's no society without memory.
Beautiful words...
Keep that memory in your hearts...
Beautiful words...
Our thanks to the schoolteacher for those beautiful words!
And now...
I've got good news for you, my dears.
I won't be singing this evening.
But seriously...
I won't propose a toast, because as you know
I don't drink.
I won't talk too long, because in my job all I ever say is:
"Don't drink, don't smoke".
And no one listens to me anyway.
Instead, let the music speak for me.
Dear Żaneta and...
- Piotr! - I know... Piotr.
And now a piece of music especially for you,
which works better than aspirin, better even than Prozac.
I'll stake all my medical diplomas.
Today I offer it without prescription.
- Play something Polish! - Something funny!
Just a little glass...
No... One glass and then another.
I've been there. Vodka and I are divorced
and I've put it behind me.
It's called the "irretrievable breakdown of the marriage."
I'm coming, I'm coming!
Hey, Marzenka, Mariolka, we're talking here!
What are you up to? Looking for worms?
- You think it's funny? - Yeah.
- Fuck off! - Gents!
What's up, gents? First fight tonight?
He's got a problem.
Peter, what's wrong?
You ought to know, dad.
It was here.
But there's nothing here.
There was a hole here a minute ago.
But what did it look like?
Normally...
Skeleton.
From a biology lab?
- Yes, the same. - Yeah, from a biology lab!
Skeleton... I recall now...
It's a dog.
Dad had three dogs.
He must have buried it in the garden. So it's a dog.
I know what a dog looks like!
Alright, listen!
Let's not all go abracadabra here.
Let's say there's something there,
but we won't start digging right now.
We're drunk and we'll drown in this mud.
We won't see anything anyway.
We'll do it when we're sober.
For now, not a word.
Especially not to Żaneta.
Jasny!
Sit down!
Right. Talk.
Is this a wind-up? Taking the piss?
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