Autumn Girl (Bo we mnie jest seks)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

A FILM CO-FINANCED BY THE POLISH FILM ART INSTITUTE

LIFE IN THE LIMELIGHT! KALINA JĘDRUSIK REVEALS SECRETS

THE EVENTS DEPICTED IN THIS FILM DID NOT NECESSARILY HAPPEN

The 1960s woman, she should be stylish yet modest.

- Mmm. - Flamboyant yet modest.

- Yeah. - Chic yet modest.

And always devoted to hearth and home.

Gabardine.

Moire.

Crimplene.

Taffeta.

And damask.

- Whoa. -

- Don't step on the cracks. - Careful!

- - All right, give me the keys.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh God. I wonder where did I put them.

- Come on. - Wait. Oh, fuck it!

- - For God's sake!

Have you got a torch?

Funnily, not.

I've got a lighter.

- -

Give it here, will you?

-Right. Hang on. -

For fuck's sake, Staś, you're gonna set my hair on fire.

Watch it.

Ugh! Oh God, I've lost them again.

Magda!

Magda!

Well, if it isn't Ms Young Jędrusik!

What's all this noise about?

We've lost our keys, Mrs Klimczakowa.

Why are you yelling outside my window? You'll wake everybody up.

Why are you being so horrid? Show some manners for once.

Because you're drunk and rolling around in the road.

I've never seen anything like it. You should be ashamed of yourself!

Oh yeah? What about my husband? Why are you always shouting?

Because you're a gobby little smart-arse.

Well, if I'm gobby, you're the biggest cow in the whole block.

How dare you!

What's so funny? Why didn't you say anything?

Kalinka, I don't argue with angry women in windows.

And if you don't pipe down I'll call the police.

- Your voice is too loud! -It's not.

You're a drunken stumbling mess.

Oh yeah?

Think you're some big television star, do you?

-You're just a drunk. -

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're just standing there all quiet like a statue.

-Magda! -

- Magda! -What?

- -You want the keys again?

Thank you.

- -

Can I come over?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

Thanks, Magda.

-You're an angel. -Not at all.

-Come on, Krzyś. Back to bed. - Can I come over when I get up?

Of course you can.

- -

- Oh, Fluffy! -

-Kalina chuckling] -There you are.

- -Well, now.

I'm coming!

CAFÉ

Yes, we'd like some…

I don't get it. How are you always so slim?

I hardly eat anything and I keep getting fatter. It's driving me nuts.

I'm not slim at all. I'm just good at holding my stomach in.

I should really go on a diet.

There's no way I'm going on a diet.

Oh, and, uh, why not?

I might get saggy tits instead of a smaller arse.

-You're gonna eat that? -Mmm, take it.

Shall we?

Hang on.

-Kalina. -What?

I've been thinking about dying my hair blonde.

-You? Blonde? -Hmm.

You always make fun of fake blondes.

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

Mmm. You should use peroxide.

It's great. Although it does completely fuck up your hair.

-So what's Janusz done now? -Janusz?

Oh, come on, it's obvious.

Do you like this?

I'm not a pensioner. I'd never wear gabardine.

It's crimplene.

What an underwhelming selection!

Don't be too picky,

or you'll end up singing for those miners in the nude.

Actually, they might enjoy that.

Ah. Here.

It's perfect.

Little bit depressing, though, isn't it?

Not if I give it a stunning neckline.

Forty zlotys a metre. Fuck that!

I'm not made of money, am I?

So we'll take two metres. I'll pay.

-Aren't you sweet. Thank you. -

Ah. This neckline would really suit you.

- - Thank you.

I'm telling you, it's Jędrusik.

-It can't be. She's too ugly. -I'm telling you, it's her.

I've never liked her, you know.

TV AND RADIO SETS

I love you.

Really?

You don't think I'm too young?

You're young.

You're my little singing playboy.

You love me but you sleep around.

Yeah. That's right.

It's such a shame fate gives us only one body to live with.

- -

So then, how was your date?

Date? What date? With the proofreader? More like hard work.

Well, it's not every writer who goes to Kraków just to see their proofreader.

She's incredibly dull if it makes you feel better.

It most certainly does.

You all right?

-Hello. -Coffee?

Oh yeah.

I'll have one too.

Mmm.

- -

Ireland beat us 2-0.

But they're still saying we played the better game.

So we played the best, but then so did they. Ridiculous.

Everyone played best.

- -

Shall I go?

Hello, Mr Marian.

Oh, hello there.

Still popular with the ladies, I see. Twenty postcards today.

Can't help it. Sorry. They keep playing my song on the radio.

Yeah. My daughter puts it on full volume whenever she hears your voice.

Anyway… See you.

- Yeah. Goodbye. -

Mmm. Kalinka, it looks like you've got some competition.

Hmm.

"I love you and your voice."

"I love you…

and your voice."

"I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about you."

"Please, please, would you send me an autograph with a dedication."

-"I think you're gorgeous." -

"Yours sincerely, Jagódka."

"I think you're gorgeous." I might use that.

- -

- Hello. Hi. - Hello.