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Three, four...

Hands to the sides, palms under the chin...

Head up

And one... and two...

They've been here since dawn.

One... two...

To the left... Straight ahead...

Your lights are still on!

We're finishing with a march around the room.

Let's march.

One, two, three, four...

Little punk!

It's a very relaxing tempo.

Had you been standing 500 meters closer

you'd now be lying dead on the road! Get it?!

It's a miracle I stopped!

If you were driving, you would have...

No. You'd have stopped and invited this jerk in!

I'm sorry. Forgive me, darling.

I'm so sorry!

Do get in.

You'd rather sit at the front or the back?

Here's a cushion

and a blanket.

Take a nap, why don't you? We'll try not to disturb you.

We won't talk. I'll even turn off the radio.

There.

It's Sunday.

Trucks don't drive through here on Sundays.

Such a nice car. I thought it was from an embassy.

They usually take hikers.

I didn't know it was private.

Maybe an embassy chauffeur borrowed a car to use on Sunday.

The word is "driver".

I have a good eye. Never miss anything.

The plates are Polish.

Besides, you don't look like a chauf... like an embassy driver?

These days, quite a few good cars are in private hands.

404 at most.

In Warsaw, I saw a 190 SL.

And two Jaguars.

Damn...

Pardon me, but we're doing 80 mph and you two...

My husband's a pretty good driver.

- Damn... - Where are you going?

- And you? - Not much further. To the marina.

That will do.

Though I'd rather say I drove with you all the way from Warsaw.

And if I hadn't stopped?

I'd now be lying dead on the road.

Is that some kind of sport for you?

Life would be pretty boring otherwise, wouldn't it?

How old are you?

I'd run over a kid and would be accountable for an adult.

Thank you.

Where to?

Over there.

The keys.

- Put the sack down. - Where? Here?

I'll hand it to you.

She belongs to the club?

No, to us.

I'll be going, then.

- What?! - Come closer!

I have a long way to go!

Come closer, I'll tell you something!

- What? - You know...

The bilge is full of water.

- So bale it out. - Well?

I'll give you some advice.

- You could do it. - I said: bale the water out.

- Get off the road before other drivers. - I know, worse brakes.

And weaker nerves.

To tell you the truth, I do it with everyone.

Others just hit the brakes much earlier.

And don't take hikers.

I wanted to frighten you.

Damn... Pardon me.

You succeeded.

- I'll be off. - Unmoor this dinghy.

- This one? - Yes.

- You've never been on water? - No, I always walk.

Then discovering America is still ahead of you.

Legs are important. Walking is all about one's strength.

I'll try it sometime.

This time we'll only be gone a day.

Really? Me too.

- You're leaving the wipers? - No one will steal them here.

And if someone does, I'll replace them.

- I have a favor to ask. - Well...?

When will you be sailing back?

At dawn.

- Could I...? - Yes?

Could I come here at dawn and drive back with you?

I thought you wanted to try out your sea legs.

- You need someone to help? - We'll manage.

I'll be off, then.

- You wouldn't have moved? - I knew you'd brake.

You're a whelp, but I like you.

- I knew you'd call me. - Not possible.

- I know what you're thinking. - Really?

You want to keep on playing.

- Son, you're not a match for me. - But you called me.

Take off your shoes and get on board.

- Cast off the bow line. - Casting!

Turn the bow to port!

Ready: bow to port!

Prepare to jib!

What's needed on water is reflex.

Let me do this.

And discipline.

We had this bosun during my helmsman training...

Krystyna, what was his name?

The one with the willow.

He'd say: "See that willow?" when he was looking at an oak.

But when the bosun says it's a willow, then it's a willow.

To the willow, quick march!

Damn. Pardon me. There's a lot of water in there!

Sometimes, he'd make us sit on that willow for an hour.

On that oak.

For us, it was a willow.

- And he'd made us cuckoo. - Made you what?

Cuckoo, like a bird.

And you cuckooed.

This bosun wasn't the wisest of men.

But he made us into tough guys.

- Are we moving at all? - Just spit.

In the water!

What for?

We are moving.

- You can also dip your foot. - You can. But you shouldn't.

Why not?

It's not Carlsbad salt.

I think I forgot the salt.

No, I didn't. Here it is.

- In honor of your wife? - What?

- The name. - Yes.

But I did forget cucumbers.

Your wife's name is... Christine.

- Krystyna. - Are you listening?

Yes.

- You have the keys? - Yes, they're here.

- Where? - On the table.

Here you are.

I don't know if you like it but I have radishes.

Excellent. We come here every week and never thought of that.

I always say: more vegetables, vitamins...

- Here... - Thanks, I've got one.

Why do you carry such a dagger?

'Cos such a knife is needed in life.

Especially in the forest.

It's useless on water

but in the forest where one must hack

through the thicket...

Because sailing on water is...

Sailing on water is nothing.

It's only when you start walking forward that you need a knife.

That's how it is in life.

You're so childish.

It's easy to cut yourself.

Have you ever cut yourself?

One has to be careful.

One can never be sure.

Once, a sailor wanted

to show off in company.

Others were cleverer than him, told jokes,

showed card tricks...

And this sailor took some empty bottles,

smashed them against the floor,

took his shoes off and jumped on the table.

You're bored?

Go and coil the line.

Just make it neat.

Show me how it's done.

I have to stay at the helm. You can't replace me.

Let me.

- You have to know how. - I managed worse.

Steer on that buoy.

All right.

It's not about the muscles but the brains.

Get on with that line!

Why are you ordering me around?

When there are two men on board, one of them is a captain.

Or a corporal.

- Were you in the army? - No. I was studying.

What do you do now?

You're a gynecologist?

I write.

Song lyrics?

- Do you read "Sports Courier"? - No!

Jib ho!