33 Scenes from Life (33 sceny z życia)

Are you ready?

Adrian!

Dad?

It's not my fault. The phone rings all the time.

I don't have time to erase messages.

Yes, I'm coming to the country on Saturday.

Yes, Dad. Your dear Adrian is coming too.

The photo is great!

God, you look smashing. I'll pin it up somewhere.

Yeah. It's OK.

Piotr?

Are you coming, too?

Great!

My parents will be happy.

And bring the CD with that song. Or just play it now.

So what if we're on the phone?

Nice.

Great! Soup after the main course. - Enough. Some sausage with the pasta.

I'm not hungry. - Don't tell me you're dieting again.

I'm not dieting.

That's too bad. I think Mum should lose weight.

Mrwa isn't hungry either.

Mrwa, come here.

How long are you staying? - Until September.

It depends on my writing.

And when does your publisher want the book? - In October.

There they are.

We finally meet...

My wife's daughter's fiance, the third one this year...

Call her your daughter. I don't say that your son never calls you.

You've never had a sense of humour! - I'm very funny. Right, Adrian?

I hope you didn't tell your dad he's a priest.

Are you nuts? I'm not suicidal.

Hello! - Hi. It's so hot!

Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving.

I'm begging you.

Not bigos, I hope. The last time we ate that, everybody got sick.

Eat more, your arse will be massive.

I've got it... Thanks.

They're writing about Julia. - Right.

"Julia Szczesna, the best Polish artist of the young generation."

Hey! - It's ridiculous.

"Very individual expression.

Dynamic personality. " - I agree!

"For the last two years..." Stop eating.

"... national and international success. After two years in the prestigious..."

Dad?

"... Rijks Academy..."

"... in Amsterdam, she came back home.

Daughter of famous documentary maker, Jurek Szczesny,

legend of the opposition, and Barbara Rostawicka, author...

author of such bestsellers as:

"The Fifth Plate",

"12 Grey Suits"...

...and "The Seventh Breath of Mrwa"!

Go on.

"Dad's Skeletons in the Closet". - Go on. Quiet everybody. Read.

Who in God's name comes up with your titles?

No. "Wife...

Wife... of an excellent composer...

...whose latest work... - Piotr Malkiewicz!

Will achieve world... " Give it to me.

When will you read about me? - Never! - It's all about you, idiot.

You can admire Julia's latest works in Paris and in her gallery in Krakw.

Be serious. - Why should he?

I want you to be serious. - Like Adrian?

Yes, like Adrian.

I'm not serious. Not at all.

I simply don't waste energy. I save it.

Just like me. At my therapy session, we talked about my childhood

and I don't remember where I slept at all!

It's simply... - At Grandmother's!

What a family! Why aren't I famous?

Come on, Dad, don't complain. You were famous.

In socialist Poland, but you were famous.

Dad was a famous documentary maker. He made films.

He was known abroad, too.

Madeleine Albright mentions him in her book.

She doesn't mention my last name.

But everybody knows she meant you. - Who mentions him?

Hurry up! - Wait...

Why should we hurry? Are they all going to be shot already?

Have you seen Mrwa? - No, he might have stayed at home.

Is Mrwa there?

Turn that off, we're in the country! - Mrwa!

Leave him alone with your rules!

Sorry. It's a call from Germany, wait!

No shooting stars yet.

I saw one. - And what did it look like?

Nothing special, like a line.

God, you always talk rubbish.

Careful!

I'll fetch the wine. - OK, I' d like to drink some.

You know what? I've been thinking about a harp.

I think that might be it.

A harp has seven sounds in an octave. It's like white piano keys.

You push pedals to make lower or higher sounds.

And when you push them in a certain way, you only have to touch its strings

and you've got this. Listen.

Beautiful.

Let's make a baby. - Now? - Why not?

I don't know.

I can't imagine that.

You're my child. I don't need two. That scares me.

Maybe somebody will buy my works. If I sell 50, we'll be rich.

And you want to be rich, Little One? - Sure...

Big One. Little One.

I don't want you to go. I'll go crazy with Adrian, he's so boring.

We're so busy with the exhibition

and I don't have an idea for the Biennale yet.

It's weird that he hasn't found a girlfriend.

I know he's difficult, but does no one want him?

Damn.

He's gay.

For sure.

Want to see something funny? - Hi, Adrian.

Shit.

My dad!

What's that, Adrian?

I found it on a shelf. - Damn!

I've never seen that. Oh, God!

He was so young. - It's cool.

It's gone out.

This is fantastic.

I have to get up early. My plane leaves at noon.

I don't want you to go. I already miss you.

I'll be back next week. I'll send you a card.

Take care. - Okay.

Bye, Dad. Kisses for Mum.

Don't scare me.

My dog just died and you're telling me about cancer.

You've never read my books anyway. That's your bloody business!

Other people do. I don't like detective stories.

You don't go to the doctor's either.

I have to watch your films even when they're on at 2 a. m.!

If you have a stomachache and don't feel like eating,

go to the doctor's. - Leave me alone.

I'll make an appointment with S? Owi? Ski. - Leave me alone.

I have a bad feeling. A black cat's crossed my path twice.

Fuck it.

Is that you, Julka? - Yes, Mum, I'm on the phone.

Hold on.

I couldn't get through.

Mrwa died.

How? He just died, that's all.

I feel like crying when I have to leave.

Avanti, avanti. Forwards, please.

Letter F, please.

Jurek...

Jurek, darling.

You see?

I was right. It's all over now.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Julka...

You're not hiding anything? - No, no.

No, Mum. It's all right. Sleep now.

I feel like shit!

Dad, let's go.

But where?

Tell me: Where can we go?

Truck on the right...

Damn, I could play for hours.

I played for three hours at the airport... On the right...

And I' d be in Toronto right now...

Watch out!

Eat something, please. Good salad, arugula, feta...

It's even better than in Cologne, despite all the Italians who live there.

She looks good and she's so brave.

I' d never have thought she' d take it so well.

She's always been a bit...

...hysterical. And now...

...she's so optimistic...

You'll see, everything will be alright.

People get over cancer now. I have a friend... an actress...

I was in the hospital and talked to the doctor.

She's got no chance. Accept that!

Why are you so aggressive? - Because you're not serious!

The fact that I'm eating doesn't mean I'm not serious.

Doctors might be wrong. They're only human.

I really believe chemo will work.

She believes it and so does your dad. How about you?

Please don't smoke here. Nobody smokes in Western countries.

I don't know about Pakistan.

I'm very sorry, but smoking isn't allowed here.

There's a smoking room

where you can sit comfortably and have a quiet smoke.

Why are you so fucking polite?

Thanks.

It's good that you've gone.

Everything is OK. I'm with Adrian in the studio.

I feel strange. I think I'll ask him out for a beer.

I'm trying to work but I don't know what I want.

I don't care about this fucking exhibition.

Kisses. I love you, too.

I cracked a good montage programme. - You're a thief. You'll go to jail.

I'm not a thief. Bill Gates is a thief.

Don't tell me you can't afford to buy it.

I'm not going to finance a corporation.

Idiot.

Look at this.