Brunet Will Call (Brunet wieczorową porą)

A DARK-HAIRED MAN WILL CALL

- You could at least say sorry. - Sorry.

- Sorry. Some people! - Yeah.

I said sorry.

What, me?

Starring

Music

I'd never wear that.

- On your head? - Don't be stupid.

- Zygmunt wants a word. - Zygmunt who?

Zygmunt the Third!

- Drink. - I won't.

- Go on, drink. - I said I won't.

The citizen in the fur hat is asked to step on the zebra.

That's the way.

Pedestrian, keep to the zebra.

No. Not you.

Not me? Right.

And here we're building a new tradition. On an Italian license.

If you throw in a coin, you'll come back here. Everyone got coins?

You have? Go ahead. All got coins?

On the count of four, we throw.

And we'll all come back. See them flying?

- Why didn't you throw? - I don't want to come back.

Idiot.

- One beer. - Didn't make much today, eh?

Well, dammit, the license hasn't caught on yet.

Screenplay

Photography

Directed by

Oh, Zygmunt.

Oh it's not you, it's Michal.

- Everything packed? - Everything.

Hello, how are you?

How are you, indeed.

- You took your time. - Children's food packed?

Yes.

Beata, does that thing have to make a racket all day?

Here's a dime.

- Mum, Marek's kicking me. - Stop kicking and eat.

Here, it's cabbage. Nicely warmed up.

Why did you leave your case on the stairs?

- Ah, just like Zygmunt. - It's the proofs I have to read.

Can't you put it somewhere else?

- Marcin spat in my plate! - I'm through with this.

Families are always annoying.

- Unlike blondes from Ciechocinek. - What blondes?

- The one you're always calling. - I'm not calling any,

Really? We've already been billed for two calls to Ciechocinek.

I'm not vindictive myself, but if I went to Ciechocinek

I'd grab her by the curls... and tear her hair out.

I've nothing better to do than ring some woman long-distance.

I'm all for modern marriage,

but I wouldn't leave a man alone for two days.

Two hours even.

So what's up, Michal?

Zygmunt?

Oh, it's you, Kazik. Where's Zygmunt?

- He'll be here in 10 minutes. - How do you know?

- Did he tell you? - You'll see.

Look out, Marek. Come on, let me see.

- Hi Kazik. - Hello.

We're off. Please hurry up.

Bye bye. Don't forget to look after him.

Going out like that?

Get dressed.

You want to get rheumatism?

Get dressed this minute.

I can always get treatment in Ciechocinek.

I'll give you treatment in Ciechocinek.

- I was first! - Marek! Inside!

Oh, look at him. He's always tinkering.

What kind of car is it? Tinkering all the time. Really.

Do you have to wear your best pants in the country?

- I really, - Excuse me?

- It's not you. - No, it's me.

I'm sorry, I thought it was my husband.

- I must be stupid. - And I'm Kowalski. How do you do.

Irena Kowalczyk. We've got a Syrenka too.

I'm very sorry.

- I'm sorry I can't shake hands... - Of course!

But I can, mine's clean.

Good morning.

I thought, yours is dirty, but mine's clean,

so I can...

- I must be really stupid. - Kowalski, how do you,

Zygmunt.

Uncle's here at last.

Oh my God...

- Why'd you knock my dad over? - Me? You braked.

- You pushed. - What's this?

Sending your family off on free Saturday? Aren't you scared to be alone?

If it's not one thing, it's another.

We gave up last month's trip because of the same cable.

Can't you get a spare one?

You must be stupid or something.

Kazik, I'll go crazy.

If they don't leave, I'll never get my work done

for Christ's sake.

Take it easy. I'll get the cable.

Can't get one anywhere, Zygmunt says.

Zygmunt can't. I can.

- Do your work. Bye. - Bye.

Kazio, drop in tomorrow.

- Evening. - OK.

- Please don't move that. - What?

If you give us a lift downtown, I'll fix it.

- Fix what? - You'll see.

Good morning.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh, it's you.

- Prime pork? Steak? - No, no.

- Got a cable? - For what?

Clutch for a Syrenka.

Sure, here you are.

- How much? - Forget it.

- But you know, we have a problem. - What's that?

See him, on the scales?

- Yeah. So? - Mixed blessing.

- Just had twins. - And so?

Where the hell do we find a double buggy?

Wait, get a pen.

Number 84 Wolska street. Flower shop. Manager's Banasiak.

Just say my name, he'll fix it.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Bye bye. - Bye bye.

Hello, hello!

The time is 8.40.

While we wait, we'll playyou some music.

I'm sorry. It's 8.20

ood eening. It's 8.53

In a moment, the last episode of "Arizona Prairies".

Due to the huge popularity ofthis serial

we request you turn offyour TV sets

to preventpower failure.

Go away, you crook.

I don't need fortune-telling. Out.

Open up, good man.

Just look.

Oh dear.

Wait, wait.

Gypsies are fair game.

He who sees evil in others is evil himself,

but he'll meet with misfortune.

But you are a good man, with wife and kids,

I'll tell you your lucky numbers:

6, 7, 8, two 2s, two 3s, two 4s.

Bet them straight away. Don't waste time.

Bet them on the lottery.

- Why is your place dark as hell? - Arizona prairies.

You and your loved ones will have good fortune, health.

Time to go,

it must be late.

I don't know the time. I've lost my watch.

First thing tomorrow morning a man will bring it to you.

- Oh! - What's the matter?

Tomorrow, after sundown,

a dark-haired man will call.

I see blood.

- You'll kill him. - Me?

You won't want to, but you will.

- Hide him. - What?

Don't tell anyone. No-one will find out.

- Bury him. - Me?

No-one will find out.

At its apogee, the self-immolation ofthe western has reached a zenith.

I fully agree

that the conention ofthe western has outlied itself.

And the fact that the public still watches westerns is

furtherproofof perceptional inertia.

The western needs to diest

itselfofits 18th century aesthetic.

Our consumer society must acquire...

- 6, 7, a perception ofthe 20th,

- 8, or een 22nd century or 44th, it really makes little difference.

Except thatperception ofthe western

- 22, - goes ia inertia,

- 33, - while its future

if we could just look into a crystal ball,

- 44 - the western's tomorrow...

And tomorrow after sundown

a dark-haired man will call

and I will kill him. And she's an idiot. And so am I.

Hello. I didn't ring, I knocked, because...

I didn't want to wake you.

- Bottle stolen again? - Wrist-watch.

That too, I don't know the time.

- What sort of strap? - Brown, with a compass.

This one?

- Where was it? - On the bottle.

You know, overdo the drink,

you can put your watch round anything. Goodbye.

Good morning, neighbors, How can I help you?

Good morning. We brought the radio.

- Radio? - Radio.

The one you phoned about a moment ago.

- Me? - You.

You asked us to bring you a radio.

Because you're not well. You can't go out

and you need a radio.