Temptation (Pokusa)

They say you should succumb to your temptations…

as they may never occur again.

Darling! This is not a slaughterhouse.

If I taught you one thing, this is patience.

When you spent half of your life in the place called "Pokusa,"

you may forgive yourself you forget it means "temptation."

The dictionary meaning of "temptation" is an urge difficult to control.

Like a big city. Or a promise of new life.

My dad says time is not commodity but a gift.

But you can use it properly.

Only the city offers the opportunity to meet fascinating people.

Didn't you see I was parking, you brat?

Fuck, you're some kind of dork, right?

Only in a big city you can try if you are hard enough

to achieve your goal.

Fuck!

-Hi. -Late as usual?

-Herbal? Yuck! -Exactly 124 calories, as usual.

And only in a city you can join the rat race

and find out if you can win it.

Fuck!

Oh fuck, sorry, I didn’t see you.

-Morning. -Hi.

Hi, thanks. Shit, I'm sorry.

Fuck!

-Piss-off rating? -Four stars? Four and a half.

Fuck!

Panics like a straight under the rainbow.

Seriously? But why? Anything happened?

Our owner, anxious about the economic situation,

sent his man.

Gotta be kidding.

This pasta is 100% correcto, signora.

Luca Brasi.

He’s Italian, the comptroller is from Italy.

-What’s with the Italians today? -You gotta be kidding.

After all the things I've done for you?

I hope you like abstraction,

because their knowledge of contemporary marketing is none.

Advertisers.

Not bad.

You’re late.

What's wrong with your generation? No pride?

Marta, the article about young rappers is on your table.

Have you two met?

A bit like Marcello.

Well?

Mastroianni.

One step away from being published, get it?

One step, finally.

And now the Italian from Cosa Nostra will fire me.

I’d say he’s more like d’amore.

No amore. Please.

I said once and for good. No more love affairs at work.

I told you.

Let me explain.

Youth. Perfect time for firm resolutions.

Fuck!

Dude, I need a winger.

No idea what you’re talking about.

Top Gun, Maverick snd Goose

I don't get it why everybody in Warsaw

is obsessed with 1970s and 80s.

I don’t dig it.

Right, but now seriously.

I need a fill in for tonight at work.

-Are you in? -No, Sara. I'll get a sack.

But dude, dough directly to your hand.

I fucked up today.

Big time.

The Needle has menses or what?

Ever since I started.

Where are you? Do you need support?

On the roof.

Geez, don’t exaggerate, not today. You’ll die next time.

And today… let’s earn some cash.

-Fuck, nine. -What?

Kobra at nine o'clock.

This is your experienced friend?

Yes, she taught me everything.

Fuck, you vouch for her.

Is this Maks Wygoda?

Wow!

Why? You’re obsessed with arty ex-footballers?

Not me, but my father.

We even had a poster with his autograph in the back.

I thought he’s taller.

Oh, fuck!

Why do I fucking spill everything?

Whiskey, please.

Sure.

Ah, Planet Love 2? Fucking awesome part!

I liked it a lot, really.

Thanks, sorry it wasn't me.

Geez, I’m awfully sorry.

Oh, hi. You have a youtube channel, right? I’m subscribed to it.

Perhaps we could…

…exchange…

…contact data.

-Always the same. You're brain-damaged. -Fuck off.

Take your hands off me!

Hello? Yeah, in a mo.

Inez, where are you going? Stay here. You’re at work.

-Dude, come back! -Back in a moment.

Not what we agreed.

No, that's all wrong, cause…

…Stramowski was not supposed to be in it. I don't get it.

So?

-Excuse me. -Okay, great, we've got other arguments.

No.

-An oyster for you? -No.

-Very tasty, in natural sauce. -I am.

Goes well with champagne.

-Or Teriyaki tuna? -Miss. To the agency!

I’ll say it again. You'll take me to the agency.

Excuse me, is everything all right?

Okay now?

I’m sorry, I need to return to work.

My friend Sara must be mad. I’ve been away too long.

I’m sorry, anyway your girlfriend…

-A cousin. -…must be anxious.

Anyway...

time is not a commodity,

It's a gift.

You listen to Inez?

Since the day I was born.

Seriously?

This chick is great, love her. Particularly her voice.

In fact, I listen to her mainly for her voice.

Wow!

What?

Nobody has ever told me that.

Wait…

Are you Inez?

I don’t believe it, really? Say something.

I'm saying.

No kidding, you are…

Wow! Can I give you a hug? I’m sorry.

-Sure. -Anyway, girl, thanks.

Really, I'm your greatest fan.

Really? I thought nobody listens to that.

How? I like niche podcasts. People are more honest in them.

And the one with the lady with 12 cats you asked about temptations.

-Perfect. -Geez, you really listen to that.

I like to listen to ordinary people sometimes.

Would you like to listen to me?

Are you an ordinary person?

Don’t tell me you don't know who I am.

No, I don't watch TV.

I'm sorry. Everybody says so.

Hey, you really have no idea who I am.

Should I?

I’m awfully sorry.

Usually I am the one asked to give an interview.

Right.

You know what, right now I am recording myself and…

I’m not sure if that really is good for me now.

You’d have many more followers.

-I don’t care about followers. -And what do you care for?

Honesty.

Till it hurts.

Are you up for it?

Interesting, being painfully honest.

Maks, hell.

Are you coming?

Always wanted to say. Adios till the next vez?

I’m coming.

Oh! Ragazzo, ragazzo Felipe!

Come on, Sara!

Fuck, I don’t wanna talk to you, get it?

I'm sorry.

Cobra cut down our rates by half because of you.

You don't wanna know how it went with Maks?

Fuck, if you don’t go away this moment…

All right, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm useless.

I suck at work.

I fail my best friend. I crashed two cars,

all same day. I don’t know, Sara, there’s something wrong with me.

Go on.

Light in the tunnel.

Am I the only one fascinated with this phrase?

It might appear that the tunnel symbolizes some limitation,

a trap, a place you got stuck at,

and from which you can't get out off.

A nightmare of claustrophobics.

And then a light appears.

It turns out the tunnel was never a trap,

but just a road to get through.

And that from hundreds, thousands of possible tunnels,

you chose the one with the way out of it.

Inez.

And I really thought you had no idea who I am.

Weren’t you supposed to meet me now?

I’m late, privilege of stars.

No, Maks, I really wanted this interview for me, for my podcast.

Shame. Might have been fun.

Adios a vez, Inez.

Rap something, Edzio, come on.