Horizontal Landscape (Pejzaż horyzontalny)

A JANUSZ KIDAWA FILM

LANDSCAPE WITH HORIZON

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY

Where is the employment office?

- Hey, dude, the line ends here. - I'm not your dude.

- What's that? - Go to the end.

- What? - Who are you?

Did we slide on the same pile of shit together, you loser?

I'm not a loser. Go to the end of line.

- Who are you to elbow here? - Come on. Stop it.

That's enough. Take your place in the line.

What have you been doing so far?

- I did some studying. - What does it mean "some"?

I quit my studies.

Tytus Juzek, a driver.

Show me your i.d., please.

- Strange name and last name. - My mum was an artist.

- She had great imagination. - An artist?

Yes, she performed a show in the circus.

She must have danced on the line.

No. On the plate.

I worked as a mason.

I did some stuff.

Private contracts. I built tombstones.

But our construction site is not a cemetery.

I know, but I can build in brick,

work with cement.

I have one more room here. Full comfort.

But you must find one more room-mate.

I could live with them. We've made the acquaintance.

You want to live with a loser?

I don't like to be called "dude".

My last name is Kedziorek.

Call me Curly.

Hey, Mister...

- What's that? - Where's the manager...

Engineer Kolecki?

- He's as usual, at the Olympus. - What's that?

Have you slept enough?

- Get down to work, right away. - He sees everything.

The three of you! Are you the new guys?

Don't look up in the sky, you won't see anything there.

- Do you see the sand hill? - Yes.

And do you see the tower behind the stock?

- Yes. - So, come on here.

- Just don't get stuck in mud. - All right.

Bystrzyk, you're stuck again!

Less speed, man.

Turn on the four wheels drive.

And press the clutch down.

Slowly!

What are you doing, dumb-head?!

Shit.

He's stuck.

Idiots. Piss poor drivers.

Miss Ela, please, arrange for the tractor to come and pull him out.

Why are you standing like a funeral procession?

- Do you have a work relegation? - Yes, we do.

At a glance you don't make the best impression.

But in the end, you're here to work and not to perform ballet dancing.

I hope you'll manage.

Remember that Kolecki takes care of his workers

but also demands good work.

And remember also, that you work in the fourth section.

It's the leading one, so I won't stand any slapdash work here.

Don't try to cheat me.

I have my Olympus here.

I see everything from this tower. You know, what Olympus is?

Sure. It's a restaurant in Warsaw. Expensive like hell.

A restaurant? You idiot. What are you talking about?

You've got to understand this: Olympus is the mountain, where the Gods lived.

The gods are ruled by Zeus. And I'm Zeus here.

Get down to work, boys. The foreman is waiting.

Go on. I wish you good luck.

And if you have any problems, come straight to me.

Miss Ela, what about this tractor?

Citizen, mind my words.

One philosopher said: "gold is gold".

And here's a mistake and the sense gets lost.

Cause there maybe few meanings to this thought.

Come on, work,

if you're up to it.

And if you're not in the mood

get few sips of some distillate.

Gold is not for us,

it shines in the hands of bankers.

And our destiny is the pioneers' life.

Stubborn like mules, swearing our fate

we bite into dirt in our work.

Come on, work,

if you're up to it.

And if you're not in the mood

get few sips of some distillate.

When mud dries off, new world will arise.

And we'll wallow in mud on other building sites.

Let the philosopher listen, rednecks should listen, too.

Gold is gold,

but the mud does not compare to the sewage.

How can you do this, boys?

Lying down on the clean sheets with your shoes on.

I gave you my best sheets.

My late husband, God save his soul, slept on it.

What is this about?

Quiet, granny.

The working class is resting.

You can rest, but take your shoes off.

Where can you get such sheets now?

I myself have sewn the laces on them.

- What does it look like now? - Hey, you dirt-bag!

Take off your shoes. Today.

Don't be a jerk. The lady is asking.

Have you heard?

- Take off your shoes! - Hold him.

- Right away! - But, boys...

- don't hurt him. - Stinky shoes.

Take him to the bath tub.

Go, wash yourself. Off with you.

Sure. Protect that hag.

- Is she gone? - Yes.

Shit. This horrible bitch will mistreat people.

You run away from one bitch and get into the paws of another.

- Which bitch? - My wife.

- And? You ran away? - Everyone would run away.

She was nasty. She would always take away all my money.

Everything. She just left me 6 zloty for fags.

She was afraid I'll spend money on booze.

When you work in a quarry after breathing in all this dust,

you need to flush your throat so that you don't catch some disease.

- But she took all my money. - So why did you get married?

I like dumplings.

What's that got to do with anything?

She made good dumplings.

- How did you run away? - In a simple way.

She told me to throw out the garbage, so I did it.

I put away the garbage can, ran away and came here.

Just like you I ran away from home.

But nobody beat me there and nobody took money from me.

I had a lot of money. I could have a car, could have everything.

But I was fed up with it in this house.

- Why did you ran? - I don't like to poke in shit.

- What shit? - Mushrooms grow in shit.

On horse shit. My father can make money out of anything.

It's always just money, money, money.

As soon as my grandpa died they right away divided his goods.

They quarreled over tiny, single thing.

- Don't you worry. - Who put it here?

- Quit it! I'll take it. - Some moron.

Take everything. This, too.

Don't you worry, they'll get what they deserve.

I was half a second late

stopping my car at the pedestrian crossing.

Later I got an amnesty...

And that's how I got here.

Wet hell.

Holy shit! Why are you standing here? Don't you see what's going on?

What now?

What?!

The excavator is stuck in the ditch?

Fucking hell!

But... why are you calling me about it?

How can I help you? Pull it out with my finger?

Just leave it there. Screw it.

I have more important problems now.

Stop bothering me.

Attention, welders!

Do you see the sign: "Smoking forbidden"?

Each of you pays 200 zl fine.

Miss Ela, deduct it from their salaries.

Hey, little boy...

Yes, yes, I'm talking to you. I'm glad that you hear me.

Take your hands off this body.

'Cause I don't pay you for this work.

Don't shake your head, but get down to work.

- Good morning. - What's up, boys?

We'd like to... Actually, I'd like to...

- on behalf of all of us... - Stop this babbling.

It's our first salary. We'd like to thank you for your kindness

so, please, take these bags.

Are you out of your minds, boys?

Spending your money on this? Just look at yourselves.

Buy some suits, 'cause you look like some bums.

- You cannot walk like this. - We wanted to thank you

- for your care... - It's very nice and okay with me...

but, no, dear boys...

What's this?

No, boys...

don't you ever drink this shit. It always gives you headache.

We bought it because this guy here is also looking through a spyglass.

Listen, one day when you feel like having fun

and I'll have some free time,

we might meet and play cards. How about that?

We'll have some booze.

Well, that will be something. And take this away.

- Nobody wears such suits. - What are you talking about?

- Just look at you. - It's too long.

- Too long? Not at all. - It's hanging here.

Just take it off.

- I would just replace buttons. - You'll walk like this.

No, why? I'll just replace the buttons.

The shoes look good on you. Great, aren't they?