The Collector (Komornik) (Komornik)

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THE COLLECTOR

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INTENSIVE CARE UNIT

Hello. My name's Lucek Bohme.

I have the pleasure to seize

the electronic gear of the Municipal Hospital No 2.

By Order 27/1431/2004... sealed,

issued by Judge Chudy, President of the Law Court.

Please, start writing the Report of Seizure.

- Defibri... - Defibrillator. Please, get out!

Thank you... of Nihon&Kohden, number...

Wait, where's our lucky number? Here! 25198.

- Got that? - Yes.

Don't get nervous, please. It's not going to hurt.

Mr. Roman! Hello! Don't you know me?

I used to be your neighbor: Bohme.

I'd nick fish from your pond, and you'd shoot a sling at us...

- What? - SOB.

He knows me... It's me, sir. How are you?

I told you SOB...

Sir, let's not complicate things.

Sorry, counselor.

We'll take care of you if they bring you here...

I'm a court officer. Ridiculous. Women are watching.

Gentlemen...

- Nurse! - Please leave.

Out! Now!

Adrenaline... intravenously. The electrodes!

Come...

Lot 12/74/2004.

Property in Walbrzych at 16 Sielicka St.

Apartment of 23 sq. M...

- How is it going? - The first bed-sit sold for 18,000.

Cheap.

Zenek bid too fast. The others dropped out.

Happens.

Call me when our next one's auctioned. Outta here.

They called about Chelst's radiotherapy. Could be tomorrow.

Tell the office about it.

- I'm on sick leave. Bye. - Bye.

Thirty-two thousand!

Hello, Miss Justine.

Hello. They've been waiting 0,5 hour.

The happy don't hear the clock strike.

This is for you.

- No need. - That's nothing.

- Anything for me? - From the president.

A big affair... My favorite.

- Wisniak's case. - Already signed.

Good. Outta here...

May I?

For Romanski, who hates the sweat of the hard-working.

I don't get it, Bohme. Is contempt for human misery legal?

Absurd!

What do patients have to do with that? This is provocation.

It's even in the papers!

- Bad-mouthing us. - Mr. Romanski...

Law can't be emotional. I didn't seize a thing there.

Why the fuck...

Excuse me, why did you need that hospital shit?

- Mr. Zenke, please... - But I must:

A day after this article, I had my tires slashed,

not punctured, mind you.

Stones were thrown at us as never before.

What happened to you?

Why are the people so suddenly pissed?

'Cause Bohme decided to seize the only ICU in town.

So folks shouldn't be treated, save their shitty lives,

since the hospital went broke?

IO Y notes of those on the brink of bankruptcy.

Fighting for their lives too.

Nuts! Ever seen a pharmacy wholesaler broke?

That's all. Don't complain about me.

I'm just doing my job.

A break, please. We've got carried away.

Mr. Lucek... got a minute?

I have no business in your collecting practices,

but, as president of the court, I'll fully back you up.

- Thank you. - Please sit down.

It not just about money. They want peace and quiet.

None of my business.

Every Tom, Dick and Harry is just a serial number to me.

They're pissed 'cause I collect equally from each of them.

Good... that at least you obey these simple rules.

But I don't get it: Why did you go there?

You have access to their bank accounts

and commission on every transaction. Not enough?

No, no, no... not that...

Money's not everything. I must have papers in order.

I see.

Maybe not an opportune moment, this, but...

You mean the patch after Walczak?

Decisions have been made., as the patch must be parcelled out.

You should hope for the best, I think.

- Have you seen Wisniak yet? - No, I'm going there today.

I know I can count on you... See you.

Pencil in the hospital in May, I guess.

In half a year?

They must be born and die somewhere. Have a heart.

- Romanski? I see. - That little pecker.

This needs doing today.

- Wisniak. - I'll be right back.

Don't sleep or else they'll abandon a child with you.

How do I look?

- Why're you laughing? - Will make all jaws drop.

That's the point.

So... Do we knock?

- Who's there? - Bohme.

- Who? - Lucek Bohme, collector.

Such glamor... Quite a lot to seize.

My wife's. None of it is mine.

I'm broke and that's that. I'm a pauper now.

She must love you.

- What? - Your wife must love you.

You've read the warrant?

The verdict has come into force. You have to purge yourself a little.

I bet you're not in the know. You won't do shit here.

Like I say. And you know what? It's all been taken care of.

So much mess in your court. You can only take money. Call your boss

to bring you up to speed. Everything's been taken care of here!

- You've made a mistake. - You like kidding.

They sent me assholes that live off my taxes.

- You haven't paid many of them? - Yeah? Very good.

If I had, I'd be really pissed.

- No goodbye then. - Exactly!

Pissants.

Scat! Fuck off!

- Are you bleeding? - No, it's still fucking intact!

You get it? We don't just total such Wisniaks,

but sharpen the knife and cut to the bone.

- What d'you mean? - There's no happy end.

Mr. Bohme is our best collector, 80% effective!

We'll award him at the Bar's Xmas Ball.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, it's too early.

- How modest of you. - Sir, a word with you, please.

The time's not the best again. It's about Wisniak.

The warrant's signed. Excuse me, darling.

How boring you are...

I'm grateful... er... but I have a problem...

How should I put it?

- I've been set up, it seems. - Pardon?

Wisniak claims he's been greasing palms.

Could be.

- In court. - Ours?

- Yours. - Nonsense.

He's an ordinary man. Likewise the seizure.

- By the book? - Sir!

Of course by the book... A snapshot now.

A name day snapshot.

Cheese, please.

Raise the picture a bit. Yes...

Now everybody says: "Re-ces-sion".

- One two! - Re-ces-sion!

Put it in the back.

Beautiful! I'd seize it gladly.

- What a sense of humor. - Many happy returns...

- Thank you very much. - My own choice.

- Best regards to Chelst. - Thank you.

- Why don't you sit with us? - Thanks, but...

Excuse me, Mr. Zenke, may I dance with your wife?

No, thank you. I'm not feeling well.

Just my luck. I'll go to the powder room, then.

- A cheeky jerk. - He may just like to dance.

Why invite such?

The bottom of the barrel, shit to flush...

I invite all before they are flushed.

This is your name day.

- Let's enjoy it! - Have a drink, dear.

- I didn't expect you here. - Sorry, I thought I told you.

Romanski's sister invited me. We went to school together...

- A peculiar taste... - Pardon?

Beautiful tux.

Don't tease them. They want to get at you.

Seen that picture? A nightmarish fake.

Wait... We meet tomorrow.

Beware of them.

COLLECTOR'S OFFICE

They all wish you good health.

Nice of them.

- Our shingle's damaged again. - We'll get a new one.

A doctor called about your therapy.

Want me to drive you there?

Once I passed the exams, I especially chose the poorest patch

just to seize the least.

The one after Walczak? Didn't you agree I'd take it?

No, no... I'm happy they appreciate you.

They're right. You've come from under my wing, right?

I want you to know...