Taxing Love (Podatek od miłości)

Farid Morocco

- See you! - Bye!

Bye.

TAXING LOVE

- Do you want one? - No thanks.

- Yes, you do. - No I don't.

Suit yourself.

TAX INSPECTION OFFICE

I'm Malwina's friend. She recommended you.

We had an appointment for today.

Please, come in.

Let's move on.

Miss Matysiak,

I'm just a local baker.

- I bake bread for... - ...people.

I know. People who could use your taxes.

You owe a school's annual budget in taxes.

I've represented Mr Zygmunt for years...

This invoice says

"mode of transport."

A quad bike.

61-cubic-inch engine, 80 horsepower for...

50,000 zloty.

- Not to mention the inscription... - ..."Store decor".

I've been to the engraver.

"To Tymon on his tenth birthday".

Shall we move on?

- See you next week. - Until then.

- Hi! - Hi.

Shouldn't you be with a local baker now?

He called me a Nazi.

Then apologized and gave up.

- He begged to be spared the interest. - This is your third baker.

Our.

Soon you'll become the youngest manager in the office.

What, without any sexual harassment?

I'll think about that.

I'm seeing someone.

I'm not.

Hello!

I'll be the youngest manager in the office.

- What? - I'm going to get promoted.

- Great. - We must celebrate.

- Will nine be okay? - Sure.

Hang on, I have an appointment.

- About the job? - Yeah.

Great! More to celebrate.

I still have some work to do. How about eleven?

Let's meet at 'On the Road'.

- Where? - On the Road.

- Like Kerouac's novel. - Who?

Rose Street. Got it?

Bye!

ON THE ROAD

Have you seen a...

...guy with a moustache?

Hello!

- Where are you? - Here!

Where?

At Rose's.

This place rocks! Wojtuś and Kacper are here, too.

Cheers!

And where are you?

Eh?

Campari, please.

Actually, make that two.

I'd like to order a cab to 7 Rose Street.

Ten minutes.

Thanks.

She had one hell of a voice.

What are you celebrating?

Yet another success.

And you?

I'm waiting for my sentence.

A criminal.

A dangerous thug.

To the judge's good mood.

Marian.

I'm seeing someone.

So I heard.

You won't pick me up in ten minutes.

I'll give it a try.

Klara.

Will you excuse me.

Mum, is everything all right?

Perhaps he should see a doctor.

I know... I'll come to see you, but now is not a good time.

I don't want to be a mother. Not even a godmother.

Why did you say that? I don't want to.

Jesus! 500 for a priest.

What are you on about?

Mum?

Now what?

Nothing, I apologize.

Moron.

- Oaf. - Careful!

Casanova from Warsawville.

Country bumpkin.

- So what? - Nothing.

- What's wrong with country bumpkins? - Nothing.

Good night.

Do you get drunk every night and harass women?

You've failed again.

Briefcase, car keys, iPhone.

A country bumpkin, no more, no less.

A cute little car,

small and trendy,

a bit like a kid's toy.

Country bumpkin rents a studio and fills it with

treasures

from Ikea.

And flirts with her boss to get a promotion.

Mind reader,

my ass.

And what's this?

Amber.

Local colour. Kashubia region?

No, next.

Kołobrzeg.

It is Kołobrzeg.

A Catholic upbringing on top of that.

But things will change.

Your own wine cellar.

Skiing in summer, surfing in winter.

Or the other way round. And no kids! Kids in good time.

What a cliché.

Sugar?

Wait, sugar sucks.

Sugar... makes your ass fat.

The nicer the ass you have,

the faster you get promoted.

Time for you to go.

- You better pray... - Catholic to the bone.

You're out of line.

- Pray that our paths never cross again. - You're not my type.

We're out of coffee.

Get some.

How's school going?

It's alright.

How's your mum?

How is she doing?

Awesome. She got five likes on Facebook

and lost it completely.

Great.

Is this because of a girl?

What?

Did you fight... over a girl?

I don't do that.

Want a piece of advice?

- No. - You better start doing it.

Bloody peasant!

If I see you again, I'll rip your head off!

You sexist pig!

Bloody wino!

Someone will be right with you.

A visitor.

- It can't be that bad, right? - Yeah.

Mr Wydrzycki?

- That's me. - Follow me, please.

I told you so. It's not that bad.

This way, please.

Mr Wydrzycki?

Please, take a seat.

We've been waiting for you.

I'm happy to see you.

Charming as ever.

You two know each other?

No, we don't.

Do you know me?

Obviously not.

- But you remind me of someone. - Someone?

Or something?

A bumpkin maybe?

Tax inspector Klara Matysiak.

Please fill in this form.

Opening and closing balance for the year.

I must inform you

that falsifying evidence

could result in

a three-year prison sentence.

In the case of taxes being outstanding and unpaid

your assets may be seized.

You'll lodge an appeal

and you will lose.

And if we add

perjury to this...

Society must isolate

corrupt individuals.

You have two days to regulate your affairs.

- Hi, sweetheart! - Hi.

We've run out.

How was your meeting?

It was great.

So you're taking this job?

I haven't decided yet.

Why? They want to make you a manager despite your lack of experience.

- Exactly. - What?

They are only doing it because my dad's on the supervisory board.

Are you surprised?!

Maybe I don't want to work in a big firm.