[somber music playing]
[man] Needle.
[instruments clinking]
Thread.
Anvil.
Forehead.
[chuckles softly]
Thank you, dear. We're all finished.
[chuckles]
Tell me, what have you dug up again inside that bag of mine?
- Shh. - [man chuckles]
[man humming tune]
Please tell me what you hear.
Music. You were singing!
[chuckles, kisses]
- You did really well. - [girl chuckles]
- I'm so proud of you. - [girl chuckling] Dad!
All right.
[sighs deeply]
[somber music fades out]
Hi, Adam.
PROF. RAFAŁ WILCZUR SURGEON
What's going on?
Read it.
Ahh...
Not there.
Right there. Read.
Go ahead.
"The Countess Karnkowska will be dancing again."
Skip the part about the patient.
Uh, yes, yes, fell off a horse and...
There! Listen.
"Luckily, she went to Professor Dobraniecki."
You're not a professor yet.
After a very complicated operation on her knee...
We operated on the hip.
Well, hip, knee... who really cares?
Point is, they wrote about it.
The old man was elated.
We spoke earlier, and he promised...
Well, he... he implied it.
But it sounded like a promise.
So? Come on. Say it.
Look.
[chuckles softly]
DR. JERZY DOBRANIECKI CHIEF SURGEON
- Earlier this morning? - Well, it was implied.
So how did you manage to order this so quickly?
I ordered it a year ago.
A good doctor has to be prepared.
Get dressed. We're going out tonight.
It's time to celebrate.
By order of the Chief Surgeon.
He may not have promised, but he very much implied it. For instance...
Maliszewski is almost retired. Kalinowski? The old guy hates him.
So, who then? Wurtz?
He has some merit.
A man of great merit and numerous achievements, certainly.
So are many of the others.
Hausman, Kopeć, Koperski, they're all accomplished.
But remember what the doctor said when he took over the clinic?
He wants young, talented people with potential.
Like you, for instance. You may not be young anymore.
But you're a brilliant surgeon. You're only missing one thing.
You've got no potential. Do you know why?
Because you don't know how to talk to the press.
Or to anybody else, for that matter.
And sullen doctors won't bring in any sponsors.
That's why you have me.
Morning edition, buy it while it's hot!
- Hey, buddy. - Yeah?
- Want some money? - Yes.
- Do you have any more? - Maybe, yeah.
- I'll buy ten. - Mama!
[car backfires]
You interested in new office wallpaper?
Make jokes, please.
Ah, you'd better stick with me.
You'll see, soon you'll be doing surgeries you never dreamed of.
We'll be famous in all of Europe!
Look out!
[horses whinnying]
[driver] Stop! Whoa!
Stop!
[tense music builds slowly]
Son, no! Son!
[shrieking and sobbing]
[panting and crying]
Son!
Careful. I'm a doctor, it's okay.
Move aside, ma'am.
[woman sobbing]
Does your son have insurance? Do you have insurance?
- Does your husband work? - Huh?
[woman crying]
How is he?
- Rafał? - He's alive.
- Municipal hospital? - No, it's too far.
[Rafał grunts]
- The clinic. - The clinic? What are you thinking?
[tense music continues]
Call the anesthesiologist.
Go and set up the operating theater!
We've got internal bleeding!
[woman] Staś, my son...
[doctor] Nurse, quickly. To the operating room.
[Rafał] Kocher.
Another towel, please.
[doctor] Blood pressure's dropping.
- His heart rate is slowing down. - [doctor] More oxygen.
[Rafał] Large Kocher.
- Towel. - [Jerzy] It stopped.
[Rafał] Take over.
[grunting]
[doctor] More saline.
Saline.
[Jerzy] Rafał, he won't make it.
[Rafał] Continue.
Check it.
There's no pulse.
[Rafał] Don't give up, Staś.
Keep fighting.
[Jerzy] Wait.
There's a pulse.
[Rafał] Let's continue.
[bike bell rings]
[driver] Whoa.
[driver] Hyup, hyup.
- Is my wife upstairs? - Eh. [chuckles]
Ever since Sir graciously... [chuckles]
...decided to marry Madam...
Uh, well, she, uh... always stays upstairs, eh?
[sighs] Good night.
[somber music playing]
Shh...
[sighs softly]
[grunts lightly]
[sobbing softly]
[Rafał] I can't make you happy.
Forgive me.
[somber music fades out]
Where's Staś?
His mother took him away.
Who authorized that?
- Who signed the discharge papers? - Doctor Dobraniecki.
- I need to bring him back here. - This is a private clinic.
- The old man's gonna kill you. - I'll pay, then.
Do you know how much it costs every day?
I'll pay for it!
[Jerzy sighs]
[woman] It's chilly.
- [chickens clucking] - [goat bleating]
- [pigs snorting] - [ducks quacking]
[horse neighing]
[children shouting]
[pig snorting]
[children shouting]
There, in that semi-basement.
Thanks.
[distant indistinct chatter]
[water hissing]
Clouds in the sky... oh, pray tell us how to save Staś from this spell.
Boy's under the hat, girl's under the cap,
Jewish braid please enlighten, I beg thee!
Mother of God, please come to us here. Now.
Please leave, miss.
May these ails leave for the woods, fields, the mountains, and the clouds.
- Four forking paths... - Right now, please.
And may they help thee!
Four forking paths, may they help thee!
Oh, may they help thee.
- [Rafał] Staś. - Sir, coming here was not necessary.
- We're... - Shh!
[ticking]
[woman] But sir!
Nothing can save him anyway. Perhaps only a miracle!
[Rafał] Call the carriage!
[man] Who do you think you are?
Taking a child away from his rightful guardian?
Against her will?
Staś required immediate help from us. Under those circumstances...
If you dare mention Hippocrates, I will throw you out.
[sighs] I spoke to the board.
In our exclusive clinic we have room...
We have no room.
- There isn't, but there should be. - We do wish that there was.
[man] Precisely that. We wish that there was room in our clinic for poor children.
We've been doing everything we can.
Alas, it relies on the generosity of our sponsors.
But, Director, as you know,
quackery and ignorance in Poland are responsible for many deaths...
Enough with the ignorance.
Although, uh, the quackery we could talk about.
Only briefly.
Just a few words. But let's keep the speech optimistic.
Who am I supposed to give a speech to?
Thereby, with the considerable help of the Ministry of Public Health,
we are opening a special pediatric surgery ward for young patients
that come from poor families.
Thus, the Hippocratic Oath is fulfilled.
This wonderful initiative
would not have been possible without the impressive commitment
and consistent hard work of Professor Rafał Wilczur,
who from this day on, will be our guiding light through this,
overseeing operations as our very own Chief Surgeon of the clinic. Bravo!
- [crowd clapping] - [flashbulbs popping]
Bravo to the Minister as well!
- [spectators] Bravo! - [clapping continues]
Such a ward for poor children is a beautiful thing.
[director] Thanks to people like you,
we'll finally revive our healthcare system.
I'm not the one who's important. The whole team is.
Such modesty is a beautiful thing.
Doctor, Kazimierz Szabłowski, Polish Courier.
What can you tell me concerning Doctor Wilczur?
Why don't you read the papers? You'll see he's all over them.
[clears throat] Could you stop by Ziemiańska later this evening?
- That idea's fantastic. - [Rafał sighs]
- Unfortunately, I can't. - Please reconsider.
You could meet a couple of very influential people.
It's my daughter's birthday, Health Minister.
[door creaks closed]
How is the lady feeling?
Bring Marysia.
Candles!
FOR MY DARLING DAUGHTER
Plates and candles!
From Madam.
[somber music playing]
[sighs deeply]
Madam promised to write again.
Once she settles down.
Beata!
[birds chirping]
Hey, tell me, do you like to dance?
All he wants is to be dancing.
No help at all. [chuckles]
What is your name?
Michał.
Don't bother the ladies.
[somber music playing]
Hyup!
- Hyup, hyup. - [horse neighs]
Ho.
Whoa.
[horse neighing]
[dogs barking]
[man speaking indistinctly]
[panting]
We're gonna live in the woods?
- In a forester's house. - I promise you'll like it.
- I'm Jan. - And I'm Marysia.
Let's go.
[phone ringing]
Hmm.
[phone continues ringing]
Jerzy Dobraniecki. Who's this?
[Rafał] She left me. She's gone. Do you understand?
What?
Do you remember where Beata lived before we got married? Let's meet there.
All right.
I'll be there soon. I'm on the way now.
[tense music builds slowly]
- [clamoring] - [glass clinking]
[sniffs]
Hold on.
Uh...
Do you know Beata Olszańska?
- No. - Wait. Wait, wait.
Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.
Her aunt, Helena, used to live here.
Did she move somewhere?
Follow me.
[brakes squeak]
[engine cuts off]
[woman] Hello there, bucko.
- [distant clamoring] - [men grunting]
- [blows landing] - [man grunting]
[ominous music playing]
[man groaning]
[man coughs]
[grunts]
- [cracking] - [thudding]
FORGOTTEN LOVE
He's dead?
A robbery, surely.
You should be questioning the whole neighborhood.
We think he killed himself.
Why?
Professor Wilczur's wife left him and took their child.
He was likely devastated. She left a letter.
Tell me, what makes you think he was robbed?
I'm not sure.
Just a hunch.
But... Commissioner, I didn't categorically state...
That's precisely what you said, sir.
I believe the suicide of our Chief Surgeon sounds bad.
So when can we pick up his corpse?
There is no body.
You see, we only found a coat by the bank of the Vistula.
Likely... it will resurface someday.
[ominous music playing]
[instruments clattering]
[birds chirping]
FIFTEEN YEARS LATER
So, now you have no family? No one else?
The orphan Marysia.
I would marry you but... Sorry, I'm taken.
You're lucky any girl wanted you.
You bet, yeah. And you, my dear?
Okay.
Justyna has a cousin. He's not bad-looking.
He has three acres, a horse.
[Marysia] You want me to marry a horse?
I don't need a husband. I need a job.
Mom made me promise I'd go to college.
How?
I'll earn the money.
Do you know anyone that wants a piano?
In Radoliszki?
[classical piano tune playing]
[piano tune ends]
Beautiful.
Really great. [chuckles]
Very beautiful. [chuckles]
- And... And tzimes! - [both chuckle]
It's just that...
I am no musician, just a simple Jew.
Uh, I cannot play.
[chuckles]
[sighs] All due respect, miss,
but I don't need to buy... [chuckles]...this instrument.
That's great, because I don't want to sell the piano.
Then what have you brought it here for?
What's this game you're playing with this piano?
I brought it here because I'd like to give it to you.
- Give it to me? - [Marysia] Mm-hmm.
Is that right?
Yes. For free.
I don't need it anymore. I no longer have a house to put it in.
And...
Oh! Just put it right there.
You're buying a piano, Dad?
This lady wants to give it to us, you know. It makes no sense at all.
But why would you need a piano if you can't play.
Uh, yeah.
That's too bad.
It's a shame. If there was music here... people would sit and would listen.
- And if they came, they'd eat and drink. - [Michał] Mm.
But musicians are expensive now. Very much so.
Well, she plays, right?
Hmm?
[Marysia] I could give you a discount.
I'd be able to help in the kitchen or the bar, sir.
We could probably use the help here.
My business is for me to run!
Guests are waiting!
[Michał] Hmm.
Okay.
Now let me see.
How much will it cost, then?
To get this piano for free, miss?
- [knocking] - Huh.
- [goats bleating] - [indistinct chatter]
[pleasant music playing]
[chattering]
[chickens clucking]
Go.
Slow down.
[rolling tongue]
Here it is.
You'll be working in a tavern? What will people say?
"Two vodkas and a beer," they'll say. And, "Play a song for us, miss."
I won't stay here too long.
I'm planning to earn money and head to Warsaw.
I'll bet you are. [chuckling]
[chuckles lightly]
- [dog barking] - [man] Good morning!
ROOM FOR RENT
[soft music playing]
[laughing]
Come on. [gasps]
- Come on, come on, come on. - Shh, shh.
- [yelps] - [both chuckling]
Stop it. Shh. [gasps]
[sighs] Oh.
[gasps, panting]
[both panting, grunting]
[woman screaming]
[woman panting]
So, then tell me...
What will I put in this report then, huh?
"I don't remember this... I don't remember that."
You don't remember a thing!
You know who doesn't usually remember?
People with a guilty conscience.
Maybe so. I don't remember.
Do you remember how many times you've gone to jail for vagrancy?
- Around ten. - Uh-huh.
It's just... I'm not a vagrant.
No?
Then what do you do?
Searching, sir.
What are you searching for?
Problem is...
You don't remember!
[clears throat]
Get him out of here! Now!
Yes, sir.
Don't let me catch you here again.
[women singing in Polish]
- [motorcycle revving] - [yelping]
[woman] Stop! Stop!
[woman shouting]
[man] Jesus!
[groaning]
That bloody Count! Oh God! [groans]
[grunts]
- No groping me now. - Oh!
If you want to grope someone, go to the ball in Radoliszki.
- How would I get there? We lost a wheel. - Oh, shut up, would you?
Oh, what a lump.
We'll have to call some people. We can't lift the wagon by ourselves.
Everyone's at the ball.
- I'll help you. - [horse neighs]
- [glasses clinking] - [overlapping chatter]
- Oh great. Thanks! - All right!
You take that one there.
- [chuckling] And this one's for me. - Thank you, Marysia.
- Cheers, how you guys doing? Cheers? - What about one for Marysia?
Marysia, Marysia. Come sit with us!
- Zenek. - Then dance with me.
[sighs] Go ask Ruta.
No way, she's a Jew.
And what are you?
A Pole!
A drunk!
[sighs]
I want to dance with you!
[motorcycle revving]
[in Yiddish] Peace be with you!
[in English] Welcome, gentlemen. Please, come in, gentlemen.
Come in, dear Count and Baron. Welcome, welcome.
I've got a special table just for you.
- Over here. - I won.
This way, gentlemen!
That's the local heir.
Count Czyński.
- [Rafał] Move your fingers for me. - [man grunting] Mm.
[groans in pain]
Nothing seems broken.
The shoulder does need to be set.
What are you, a doctor?
I'm no doctor, but I can help.
Lie down.
[man groaning in pain]
- [cracking] - [shouts]
Why are you yelling?
Doesn't hurt anymore.
Pain is gone, my God.
[jaunty music playing]
[people shouting happily]
You can see, country life has advantages too. [chuckles]
Yeah? So what exactly are they?
Let's make a wager, then.
You bet your motorcycle, and I bet...
So losing the race wasn't enough?
Once I played for three days straight in Monte Carlo.
[shouting and clapping]
[laughing]
Hey, come on. Get up and dance with me.
Let's go. Let's go!
Yeah! [chuckles]
[laughing]
Opa!
Hey!
Opa! Opa!
[laughing] Hey!
Opa! Opa! Yeah
Hey! Opa!
- [laughing] - [shouting happily]
- Hey! - Whoo!
[laughing]
- [sighs] - [song ends]
[clapping and laughter]
[grunting]
- [sighs] - [sighs] And it's finished.
[grunting]
- Have some. - Mmm.
Okay.
So what do they call you?
Antoni.
Antoni Kosiba.
Uh, Zofia.
[man] Zofia? [chuckles]
- Ah! How's the shoulder? - What?
[clears throat, coughs]
How's the arm?
Mm-mmm. Mmm.
When you get home you should put it in a sling.
You should wear it for a few weeks.
- Or use a triangle scarf. Can you do it? - Can you?
I'm going... to Radom.
So what's in Radom, huh?
I don't know.
Then maybe you're not going to Radom.
Maybe you're going to Rzeszów or... Cracow.
Well, that could be.
Then maybe you're going to my place.
It's the mill, yeah? If you're looking for work.
I don't remember what I'm looking for.
[guests chattering]
- Hmm? - [chuckles]
[in French] One week, and she'll be mine.
Want to bet your motorcycle on that?
- No. Your mare. - My mare?
- Do you know how much she's worth? - [laughs]
- [in English] So what can I bring you? - Done.
[laughs]
Three glasses. Accompanied by your name.
- Marysia. Just the glasses? - Yes, yes, we've got our own cognac.
Why don't you join us for a drink?
Permit me to introduce myself, ma'am. Count Leszek Czyński.
This is my friend, Baron Krzeszowski.
- The Baron is a connoisseur and admirer... - I'll bring those glasses.
[inhales]
[exhales] Hm.
So what did he say?
He asked for glasses.
What did Zenek say? You spoke to him earlier.
Why don't you forget about that guy? He doesn't deserve you.
[ducks quacking]
[cow mooing]
[Baron] I've got an idea.
If you lose the bet,
you have to work in this tavern for a whole day as a waiter.
[laughing]
- You're trying to offend me? - A bet is a bet. I wagered my horse.
You can bet a horse. Bet your palace for all I care.
Your honor isn't something to bet.
As you wish.
[chuckles] No.
He likes you. I might be the best dancer,
but he really wasn't staring at me.
Here he comes. Countess.
Michał...
You put a spell on me. I'm hopelessly charmed.
By your dancing.
[chuckles] Thanks for that.
And does the Count wish to pay for the two empty glasses?
Keep the change.
Mr. Rosenstein will be thrilled with this.
Please, come back.
You can be sure of that now.
[in French] Unfortunately, you won't win the mare. I'm sorry, Mr. Czyński.
[music halts]
I'll walk you home.
- No need. - [chuckles]
Then I'll just walk alongside you.
What? Anyone can walk down the street.
And if I feel like jumping, then jump I will. Ha!
What? Anyone can jump.
Stop it, Zenek.
I will, when you marry me.
[Marysia sighs]
What would you lose?
We'll never run out of money.
My dad will give me the leather shop as soon as we're married.
And I'm very strong... I can carry you in my arms, you know.
Marysia...
My mother didn't love my father either. She didn't even know him.
But he gave my grandfather a cow and two heifers and now they're so happy.
First a horse, and now a heifer! Am I just a goat?
[door creaks open]
[door shuts]
[Rafał] Do you play chess, Zosia?
[Zofia] My late husband bought the set.
He couldn't play, but he liked having it.
[Rafał] When did he die?
Seven years ago, this Saint Roch's feast.
[man] He was sickly.
In the mill, Zośka did everything herself.
- Including punching people in the face. - I'm about to punch you.
He really was sickly.
He would buy books, and study many languages, you know.
Well, Antoni, do you know what matricaria cham... chamo...
[man] Yeah, yeah. Who needs to know that?
A man should plant trees, build a house, and make babies.
Why don't you go make some?
Would you be up for it, Zośka?
[laughing]
Antoni, sit down.
Okay, dig in.
Matricaria chamomilla. That's chamomile.
[indistinct conversation]
So, perhaps you are a prince, Antoni.
Or a baron.
[chuckles]
Maybe you have overseas estates.
Yes, maybe I do.
Or perhaps I'm a criminal, and I murdered someone. Hmm?
Mmm...
Could happen to anybody when they're angry.
You could have a wife too.
[somber music playing]
Or worse, you could be a priest.
Priests are people too.
I don't think you're one of those. [chuckles]
Who ever saw one doing any manual labor? Impossible.
[chuckles]
[upbeat music playing]
[woman singing in Polish]
- [grunts] - [chuckling]
[song ends]
[distant owl hoots]
[gentle music playing]
I just came to see if you needed something before bed.
Mm... No, thanks.
I'm all set.
Sleep well.
[rooster crowing]
I didn't mean to make you feel bad yesterday.
I don't feel bad.
In any case, um...
I did jeopardize your honor.
If I could challenge myself to a duel...
I think it was your honor that you jeopardized.
You made a fool of yourself and...
you should probably feel bad, so...
If there is some way I might make it up to you...
Just leave me in peace.
[sighs]
[chickens clucking]
I didn't mean to offend you.
[Zofia] When?
I just wanted to know if you needed something before bed. That's all.
Don't read too much into it.
[man] Zośka!
- What? - Zośka!
Michał's leg's been crushed bad! A tree fell on him out there!
- Is he breathing, Lesień? - That's what they're saying.
- He's such a nice guy. - Where was this?
The felling ground.
[tense music playing]
Stop staring! I don't pay you to stare.
I told you to be careful.
A guy walks around with his head in the clouds and tragedy strikes.
That wood won't cut itself.
Here.
Buy him some meds.
That's not even enough for a doctor. He needs an operation.
- Don't like it? Give it back. - No, sir, thank you very much.
It's settled, then. Get back to work!
Or you won't get paid.
He must get to the hospital!
What are you doing here?
It's not a big deal. He's gonna be fine.
Please, I must see Count Stanisław Czyński.
- Do you have an appointment? - No.
- The family is currently having tea. - Where?
Oh but, it's not protocol! I have to announce you!
Hey! Miss... Miss, you can't do that!
[opera music playing]
- Miss, please stop right now! - [dog whimpering]
I'm sorry to bother you, but... there was a terrible accident at your sawmill.
[in French] "Your sawmill"? What kind of language is that?
There was an accident,
in case you don't understand English.
Your worker has had his legs shattered.
He needs... These are awfully poor people.
This is your duty.
Poor accent.
Not Parisian at all.
As for the matter you disturbed our family meal with...
I will say only one thing.
- Leave the palace at once. - Mom.
Józef here!
[footsteps approaching]
Marysia!
- We're not on a first name basis. - Leszek.
[huffs]
Do you want to help that man or not?
Doctor Pawlicki is a fantastic specialist.
He took care of my grandad. My mom adores him.
[engine revving]
[panicked shouting]
- [cracking] - [shouting in pain]
[sighs]
Well, there's not much I can determine, under the circumstances.
[Rafał] God bless you.
May I have a look?
[doctor] Are you a doctor?
A doctor? No I'm not, uh... But I can help him, I know it.
Quackery is forbidden.
[somber music playing]
Please leave.
You could go to prison for this. You understand me, sir?
I'm so sorry.
How about some help, Count?
Honestly, miss, the Count graciously offered the payment.
[Leszek] I'll help.
Thank you.
- Hey. - Will I walk again?
You'll dance.
I promise. I promise.
[engine turns over]
They'll call you after the surgery's over to inform you how it went.
[Marysia] I'm afraid they don't have a phone here.
That's right.
A lot of poverty here.
Strange, isn't it?
Michał's worked... steadily for three years for you, and has nothing to show for it.
Well I think I deserve some kind of thank you.
Would Mr. Count have me kiss his hand?
He's been working for you.
He worked for your motorcycle and palace.
[scoffs]
Those pants from Paris.
From Milan. My tailor's in Milan.
Then maybe you should have your Italian tailor make you pants
to wear specifically when visiting villagers so you're not afraid.
- Since you're so fancy. - All right, enough.
I'll call Pawlicki and find out everything, I promise.
- Want a ride? - [scoffs] No.
Hey, the cinema's coming!
We could see something together!
My treat.
What's showing, huh?
["Na Pierwszy Znak" playing]
[film reel clicking]
♪ How can you deceive your heart ♪
♪ When it knows much more than you? ♪
♪ How can you tell your heart no ♪
♪ When it trembles like a leaf? ♪
♪ You don't know yet who he is ♪
♪ Your beloved, someone dear ♪
♪ And yet love is signaling ♪
♪ That your life has changed for good ♪
♪ The first sign is when heart leaps ♪
♪ When it does, you are so sure ♪
♪ That he is the only one ♪
♪ Just show me your foggy eyes ♪
♪ Then I'll know for sure ♪
♪ That you love me true ♪
♪ At the first sign is when heart leaps ♪
♪ When it does, you are so sure ♪
♪ That he is ♪
♪ The only one ♪
- [gasps] - [both chuckle]
- [man] Bravo! - [laughing]
[uplifting instrumental music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
DON'T FORGET ME
Thinking of that girl? The young girl you saw?
Yes.
- Maybe you like her? - [horn honks]
No, it's not like that.
Then... why did you stare at her back there? You know her?
I don't know. I can't remember.
I've seen her once.
At Michał's. She threatened to put me in jail.
Is that so?
For quackery.
Mm. A tiny thing, and she's posturing.
I'd smack her once,
and even you... couldn't put her back together.
[chuckles]
Well, did you like it?
Yeah.
[Marysia chuckles]
You like movies about love?
There aren't many I've seen.
My mom liked them a lot.
She liked movies in general, but she loved romances.
[Leszek chuckles]
She passed a year ago.
My Dad passed recently.
I'm sorry.
My mom was rich, you know?
[sighs] She had a house, furs, even a grand piano.
And when... she met my father, in one instant, she left it all behind.
She just left everything behind and... followed him to the end of the world.
[both chuckle]
Where was that?
Close enough.
The Kozienicki forest.
Dad was a forester.
How did you end up in... Radoliszki?
Mmm... [chuckles softly]
By chance. Michał brought me to live here.
We're childhood friends.
He's really all I have.
Is he?
[gentle music playing]
You live in another world.
I don't care.
You just told me about your mother and how she left...
This was a very lovely evening, and...
[sighs softly]
[grunts lightly]
[chuckles]
- Afternoon. - Hello.
Hi.
- What are you doing here? - Visiting Michał.
The Count brought us these, uh...
An oyster flies right into his mouth
In goes lobster and some Chablis
He opens his mouth and smacks his lips
Caresses his belly, and so he eats!
How are you?
[Michał sighs]
I'll be fine.
Of course you will.
The pain is mostly gone, just itches a bit.
He definitely keeps rubbing it.
[Leszek] It's ready.
Enjoy.
Seafood is rich in protein, as well as vitamins and minerals.
- Good for both brain and heart. - But the problem's my legs, though.
Just try it, okay.
[Marysia sighs, clears throat]
Mmm. [chuckles]
Mm. Very good fish. [chuckles]
[uplifting music playing]
- [Leszek] Stop! - [both chuckling]
I want you to take me somewhere else.
I'm late. I promised Rosenstein, you know.
- How do you shut it down? - Here it is.
TAVERN
- There! - [both chuckle]
Why do you still work here? You should quit.
You know, some of us have to pay for college ourselves.
Besides...
this job's fun.
[chuckles] No it can't be.
Why is that?
Remember the time I came to the dance with the Baron? The day we met?
- The day you wagered a horse. - A mare.
But it doesn't matter. There was no wager.
Hm. We'll see about that.
Don't believe me? There was no bet.
The giant fool thought that if he won,
I'd have to wait tables here for an entire day. [chuckles]
And you said?
Count Czyński slinging drinks in a Jewish tavern? Can you see me?
- [chuckles] - No. You're right.
Uh...
Oh. Marysia, that's not what I meant.
I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault you're a count, and I'm a waitress.
This could never work.
[somber piano tune playing]
Walczakowa. You don't seem sick.
- You don't think so? - Then why are you waiting?
He only sees sick people.
- Well, I'm having back pains. - [Zofia] The only pain here is you.
Your poor back sent three husbands to an early grave.
And you there? You're no better.
This house is mine. And that quack as well.
So if you want to find a guy, go to Radom, then!
Walk the streets for one!
[chicken clucking]
Thank you, Mr. Kosiba. Thanks.
[Rafał] Next, please.
[Rafał chuckles]
I'll take your queen.
That's fine.
So what's wrong with Walczakowa?
She's as healthy as an ox.
Then why did you examine her?
If I hadn't examined her, how would I know that she was fine?
You're not jealous now, are you?
Mmm. [chuckles softly]
That's okay, you're not mine.
You're a free man.
But Walczakowa shouldn't come around here.
If she wants to get treated, she can go to the doctor.
Not bother you with it. That's exactly what they're there for.
[gentle music playing]
I'll go butcher a rooster.
Would you like a rooster for dinner?
[both chuckle]
[rooster crows]
Who's that, Zośka?
Did you hire a new field hand?
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
Stop staring at him. You'll sprain your eye.
Don't you worry about it.
You should worry about the good priest dying of a heart attack
when he hears your confession.
- [both chuckle] - Don't worry about that.
[gentle music playing]
- Are those four bags enough? - Mm-hm.
- How long will you be gone? - For a while. Maybe forever.
With your waitress?
[boot clattering]
I see nothing wrong with waiting on people.
- It's as good a job as any, Mother. - Is that how you plan on living your life?
If you dishonor your heritage, you'll be forced to leave the palace.
I'm leaving the palace.
I'll disinherit you!
Where are you taking that boot?
It's my boot. I bought this one.
[Michał breathing heavily]
[grunts]
He's very young still. We must have some faith.
[shouts]
[sobbing]
Go away!
[continues sobbing]
[knocking at door]
Your wife came to see me.
So everybody says that you were in prison.
That you wander the world looking for a quick buck.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
It's none of my business. But you're the only stranger around here.
I'll get no help from the locals... You're a newcomer...
Why does it matter to you? We've never met or anything.
It's useless.
No point in checking.
The doctors have already looked at it.
[Rafał] Can you move your big toe?
[Michał] Who cares?
I can't bend it. I can't walk.
Can you feel anything? And this?
I do, yeah!
I'm so furious and angry!
- I just might kill my...! - I meant the leg.
[grunts, screams]
[panting]
Mm... [panting]
You do feel it.
[Michał] My wife went to the market.
She'll be back in two hours.
It's impossible alone.
I can't crawl to the river, or put a noose around a branch.
This is all I've got.
Will you do it for me?
- Please! Will you? - Put that away, you fool.
[grunts] Please. No...
Please. [sobbing softly]
[grunting]
[Michał] Will it hurt?
A lot?
A lot.
[Michał] With a knife?
[Rafał] A hammer and a chisel.
[Michał moans softly]
What are you doing?
- I'm calling the police. - [Michał] Don't you dare!
You hear me? I've had enough of your advice!
- Oh but Michał, I just... - I asked him to kill me.
That's what he's up to.
Do you know how...? Have you ever operated on a human?
I don't know. I don't remember.
Help me, please.
- You're crazy. - If you won't, then leave.
This is no place for you.
You heard him! Leave right now.
[shouts] Get lost!
[Rafał] Bite this.
[breathing rapidly]
Turn away.
[screaming]
- [squelching] - [screams]
[horse neighs]
[indistinct conversation]
Just the beer, Mr. Wancerz?
[chuckles] As usual, my dear Count.
[both chuckling]
[Zenek] Waiter!
Vodka!
- Right away. - [Zenek] Make it cold. And hurry!
- Hey, come on! I'm thirsty! - Zenek!
What?!
The customer is king.
Sit down.
Hey, your reverence!
- [grunts] - [woman gasps]
- [man] Oy vey. - [grunts]
[grunts]
He's crazy. My Count, I apologize for this.
- Zenek. - Not at all.
Get off!
I wanted to apologize.
You were right.
It's no dishonor being a waiter.
Do you expect a hug?
I'll just leave.
Leave.
Run!
He loves you.
Go and love him.
[Marysia gasps]
[gentle music playing]
[both panting]
- I thought I did pretty well. - Uh-huh.
Instead of garçon they just called me Count.
[both chuckling]
Even as a waiter, you're no good.
I should marry well, then. Want to get married?
[chuckles]
A waiter with one boot?
So what do you say? Will you be my wife?
[both panting]
[tense music builds slowly]
[dogs barking]
[rattling, scraping]
Will you answer the question?
Yes.
[chuckles] Yes, you'll answer the question?
Or yes... you'll marry me?
Yes.
[both chuckle]
Let's run away tonight.
[gentle music playing]
Where?
To the end of the planet.
[Marysia chuckles]
And where's that?
It's very close.
A small chapel in the forest.
I know the priest. He'll marry us real fast.
[woman singing in Polish]
[vehicle approaching]
[women continue singing in Polish]
[engine sputtering]
[screams]
[screaming]
[Rafał] Zośka!
Where's Lesień?
Send him to get the doctor!
- Go now! - [gasps]
Here! Over here!
Here! Stop!
This way.
Come in, Sir and Madam.
Leszek, oh dear God. [kisses]
[Rafał] He's got a broken leg and a fractured collarbone.
He's unconscious, but his life is no longer in danger.
Stop interrupting and leave this house at once!
Ma'am, this is our home.
[Rafał] He's going to be fine.
Save her life, please.
I said save her now!
I won't pay for you to treat the waitress! Stanisław!
Her skull is fractured.
[Rafał] I know that. She needs immediate surgery.
She's in agony. She won't survive the night.
- Operate. - What, in here?
[scoffs] I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.
Even Dr. Dobraniecki couldn't help this woman.
Well, bring her to that Dobraniecki fellow.
I'll pay for it.
I'll work my entire life, and I'll pay for it.
I'm only able to give her morphine to reduce her suffering.
- Take her to a hospital now. - Well, Dr. Pawlicki... Uh...
I'm not a doctor, I'm just here to...
Okay, Doctor, it's time to go.
Gentlemen, the stretcher!
- Let me help. - [Leszek] Mom?
I'm here, son. I'm here, I'm here.
Where's Marysia?
It's all over now. She's dead.
- Strictly speaking, I said that... - That she is dead.
[clears throat] She's dead.
What?
I stole them.
No... I... can't.
It's impossible. I can't do it.
How do you know?
After all, you can't remember a thing.
[tense music builds slowly]
Scalpel.
Lesień.
- [birds chirping] - [rooster crows]
[sniffs]
[sobbing softly]
The girl...
Marysia.
Your search was for her?
I don't know.
[sobbing] I don't remember.
Will she survive?
[sniffles, sobs]
Not without a doctor's supervision.
[ethereal music playing]
[steam whistle blows]
PROFESSOR RAFAŁ WILCZUR 1885-1920
- I'm sorry, sir, I don't know... - Forgive me. Please, Doctor.
- You have to help me. - [nurse] I'm very sorry, but...
Nurse Jadzia...
Leave us alone, please.
Come in.
Thank you.
[sighs]
You are...
the esteemed genius... of medicine, a famous doctor.
Only you can help me.
My name is Antoni Kosiba, and I'm here from Radoliszki.
It's a... small village...
Excuse me, sir...
Your name is what?
Antoni Kosiba.
I'm poor, but...
The girl will die.
I've tried myself, but...
Without your help, Doctor, she'll die.
Don't be silly, please...
Don't make a scene here. Please, get up, Mr...
Mr. Kosiba.
[vehicle approaching]
[chickens clucking]
[engine cuts off]
Ever hear of knocking? This isn't a barn.
It seems that yesterday someone appropriated my instruments.
Perhaps a mistake was made.
Do you have any proof?
Proof? There's the proof.
Someone performed a craniotomy.
Impossible.
I can see it!
Personally, I'd rather not get the police involved.
Dr. Pawlicki... you said it was nearly impossible to do this operation here.
You said that in front of witnesses.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have left her without care.
What are you staring at?
Go! Tell everyone that the miller's helper
operated with your tools and saved the life of that girl!
- May I see the patient? - No.
You had your chance yesterday.
Now she'll be seeing Dr. Dobraniecki.
Woman, you are crazy!
Dr. Dobraniecki didn't even see the Count and the Countess.
- We had to go to Warsaw yesterday! - Well, I'll be seeing him shortly.
I'm warning you, I won't look the other way.
Oh!
Just one thing.
The Countess asked that I retrieve that ring.
You see, it belongs to the Czyński family.
Marysia is alive.
She'll return it to them... if she wants to.
Where are you from?
I don't remember.
Do you have any family at all? Hmm?
Don't know.
And where are you working now?
I work in the mill.
The mill, huh?
After hours, then, you just, um... you play doctor?
I help them when I can.
And just where did you learn?
I don't remember that either.
And tell me, is the mill where you'd like to stay forever?
I'd like to.
[somber music playing]
Leszek.
She's alive.
[sighs] Thank you, God.
Where's Leszek?
You had... an accident on the motorcycle, remember?
Let's spare her emotions like that for now.
Is he alive?
[Jerzy] Count Czyński? Yes.
He's a bit bruised, but he's fine.
He'll spend a few more days under observation,
and then he'll be able to go home.
But you...
You're lucky to be alive.
I'll prescribe something.
What's important now... is to pay attention to any behavioral changes.
Marysia is under very good care.
I'm talking about Mr. Kosiba.
Amnesia often lasts until death.
Especially if it was caused by a trauma to the head, which probably was the case.
There are occasionally times when the patient starts to... remember things.
I understand.
And if that happens, he must be accompanied by a doctor.
- So... - I see.
If Mister, uh, Kosiba's memories start resurfacing, then,
please remember that I am at your disposal.
At any time, day or night.
Yes, I just...
Please Doctor, uh, don't misunderstand this, but
I would prefer if he didn't remember anything at all.
[chuckles] He's so cheerful.
And that's what life is about, right?
Why change it?
That makes sense.
I understand perfectly well.
Don't worry at all.
- You heard what he said. - Mm.
He said that Leszek is perfectly fine.
Soon he'll be back.
- You two will dance again. - [Zofia] He didn't take any money.
[Marysia grunts softly]
- How'd you get him to come? - Shh...
Well, he's a very good man, then.
I arranged a spot in the clinic in Lausanne for you.
What do you say?
You'll heal in no time.
And by the way...
Miss Lena, Duchess Wielopolska, remember her?
Can you imagine she turned down Baron Sułkowski?
That means that she's still available.
I thought to myself...
Are you hearing me, son?
I'm responsible.
It was an accident. The police claim that someone...
mm, cut, uh, some sort of part. I don't know anything about motorcycles...
- I killed her. - It's your fault, yes.
No wait... Darling!
[Countess] What do you mean, darling? He killed her. Those are the facts.
This is what happens when you chase servants.
If you hadn't gotten involved, she'd be alive.
Let that be a lesson and settle down now, son.
And you, say something, will you?
Well... Yes. Um...
Yes.
It's all right.
All right.
Marysia.
I can do it.
He isn't coming.
It will all get sorted.
Eat, eat.
First you need to get better.
I need to write something.
[knocking at door]
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
[somber music playing]
Good evening.
The Count is recovering in Switzerland.
Do you know the address?
- I wrote to him, but... - The Countess said...
I cannot give it to you, dear.
I see.
- Thank you. - Oh, miss, you...
Please don't expect any response.
So please don't wait.
[music fades out]
[labored breathing]
[breathing shakily]
[uplifting music build slowly]
[breathing emotionally]
[chuckling happily]
[Marysia] I apologize for what I said.
- I just didn't believe. - I understand.
You had every right.
I believe in science.
- I want to study medicine. - [Rafał chuckles softly]
A wonderful plan.
College must cost a lot.
And Leszek, then?
I left a letter at his house.
I won't ask what you wrote.
I didn't write anything.
Nothing?
Nothing.
He'll understand.
[gentle music playing]
WARSAW COURIER
[clears throat]
Józef, here!
Telephone Lausanne.
Could you say that again, Father?
The same thing. What she wrote again.
Dearest Leszek, I'm alive.
I'm alive thanks to Antoni's work and the love that we share.
And what would help me recover more quickly is a letter from you.
I miss you. The days are long without you.
I'm lost.
Oh. Mother's walked in.
- Would you like to... - No.
[sobs softly]
You told him.
You keep telling me what to do.
"Don't just sit there, Stanisław. Do something!"
- So I... - You told him about her.
I did mention it.
[uplifting music playing]
- This is my future wife. - Mm.
She'll be Countess Czyńska née Oksza.
Lovely.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chattering]
- Good morning. - Oy vey! Oy vey, Miss Marysia!
- [both laughing] - Miss Ma... Oh wow!
Ah-ha-ha! [laughs]
The piano is waiting for you right over there.
Someone wanted to buy it, I told him, "Go away, man, forget it!"
- "What if our Marysia returns?" - Aw.
How could I possibly... stand to face her?
I'll return. I absolutely will...
Antoni says I must rest longer.
[both laughing]
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
[laughing] Ruta! Ruta! Ruta!
- Miss Marysia, Miss Marysia. - Yes?
Uh, I'm glad to see you. Because I've been thinking...
If we were to write a letter of complaint that Czajkowski's kids are starving, huh?
Then they might just sign over the land we fought over to me, you know.
Mr. Wancerz... Petitions are one thing.
I told you I don't write condemnations.
Oh, but why not? The letter you wrote last time was so effective...
[chattering hushes]
Uh...
Leszek is young.
And passionate, as you've seen.
Counts and waitresses get involved, it's true.
But choose to marry for names and fortunes.
That's how our kind does it.
Leszek mentioned... that you want to attend college.
[Marysia chuckles softly]
[Countess] I thought so.
The heart says one thing, but reason disagrees.
In this life, you see, the winner is usually reason.
Leszek loves me.
Otherwise, you wouldn't offer me this money.
Leave and forget about him.
It would be best for all. Especially Antoni.
How does Antoni figure in all this?
He stole surgical instruments.
Performed an illegal operation.
More than just one?
He's facing jail for five years, maybe more.
What instruments are you referring to?
They were used to save your life. Pawlicki didn't expect you to survive.
He truly is helping people.
To legally operate, you require a diploma.
Leave and forget about Leszek, and Antoni won't go to prison.
- Hey! There's a line! - Where are you going?
[panting softly]
And she promised that you could go to jail for ten years.
And Marysia...
didn't take the money?
- So, where is she now? - I don't know.
You didn't talk to her?
I'm too ashamed to look her in the eyes again.
What's going on?
Haven't you heard?
Zenek finally came clean.
He tampered with the brakes.
Scumbag almost killed her.
And me, the idiot...
I'm not sure what I was thinking.
Farewell, my darling.
You stole the surgical tools, didn't you?
It was you.
Why did you do it, Antoni?
There was no other choice.
[somber music playing]
How could you do such a brave thing for me? You could go to prison for that.
[shushing]
Antoni, don't worry.
It'll be all right.
It will be all right.
[rooster crows]
[dog barking]
Antoni?
[ducks quacking]
[vehicle approaching]
Have you seen Antoni?
When I got up at three, he'd already chopped the wood.
What for?
For the winter, he said.
[clears throat]
Nobody's reported it.
These instruments belong to Dr. Pawlicki. I stole them.
- And then I repeatedly... - I know what it is you've been up to.
Because of you, my wife is healthy.
Please arrest me.
Nobody reported this.
I'm reporting it. I confess to stealing, as well as...
to illegally helping some townspeople.
Are you sure, then?
Yes, I'm sure of it.
[exhales deeply]
Last name.
- [chuckles] Mr. Kosiba. - No, my name isn't Kosiba.
[clears throat]
Those documents, uh... I bought from a thief, so...
[somber music playing]
She's probably asleep.
- Oh... - She's still very weak, you know.
Marysia?
[knocking]
Marysia?
[somber music builds slowly]
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. FORGIVE ME, MARYSIA.
[steam hissing]
[indistinct chattering]
[steam whistle blows]
Marysia!
[somber music fades out]
To the lodge in the forest? Why would she go back?
Oksza is dead, Miss Beata is dead as well.
So, where is Marysia?
[clears throat] No idea.
If I were her, I'd look for my dad.
I don't understand.
Well Oksza wasn't Marysia's father.
- No? - No.
Then who?
I'm not sure.
It's something they never really talked about it.
"Ignorance is not an excuse. It is a crime in itself."
Those are the words of the prominent doctor,
the late but great Professor Rafał Wilczur.
He knew of what he spoke, since he himself helped the poorest. But he helped them.
Not gambled their lives like Antoni Kosiba.
Doing surgeries with a hammer and a chisel is a crime.
The accused was so convinced of his... medical talents that he even went so far
as to steal the surgical instruments of Doctor Pawlicki.
That is why the prosecution demands
a sentence of five years in prison for the defendant.
Five years? Zenek's attempted murder got him three years!
- Be silent, please. - Antoni, say something. I beg you!
[judge] I will have you removed from the court!
Now, does the defendant plead guilty to all indictments?
[Rafał] I do, Your Honor.
Ahh... Speak up, would you? [clears throat]
I do.
[judge] Does the defendant wish to explain himself?
The trial will begin tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 p.m.
[bell ringing]
[indistinct chattering]
And how long do you plan to look for her?
Until I find her.
[exhales softly]
Who was her dad?
He could afford furs and grand pianos. He had to be very wealthy.
Then why'd his wife leave him? Maybe he lost it all?
She left because she was in love with another.
Loving is one thing, but causing a scandal that way is another.
Scandal.
Of course, a scandal.
Do you have a phone?
[indistinct conversation]
[door shuts]
Oh, Doctor, look!
What's the news today?
[nurse] Look, Staś.
QUACKERY IN RADOLISZKI
He was here, remember?
[somber music playing]
Stanisław, pass me my glasses.
No.
I refuse to do your bidding any longer.
I don't like your tone.
[phone ringing]
You're a self-righteous, and a pompous, bumptious crone.
[phone ringing]
- I only hope he won't be found guilty. - I didn't report him to the police.
- How many times do I need to say it? - Master Leszek is calling.
[in French] Hello?
Given our past relationship, I took the liberty to disturb you.
I am listening.
Have you ever heard the name... Jan Oksza?
I am not interested in scandals.
I simply need your help.
[in English] Excuse me. I'm looking for someone.
Do you know this girl?
Maybe I do, maybe I don't.
[knocking at door]
[sighs]
[pounding on door]
[sighs]
Hello, miss.
- This guy's out here asking about you. - [grunting]
[breathing shakily]
[gentle music playing]
[inhales sharply]
[gasps softly]
[both laughing]
How did you find me?
[chuckles] Thanks to my mother, if you believe it.
[both chuckle]
- She remembered a famous scandal. - Mm.
And that's how I found this address.
How's Antoni? Is he all right?
- Have you seen him? - You haven't heard?
He's on trial.
[footsteps approaching]
- [bell ringing] - [man] All rise for the honorable judge.
- Where is this court? - Radom.
[dogs barking]
Do you have a car?
[chuckles]
[laughs]
He told me to lie down... uh, he grabbed on here...
placed his foot here and... tugged.
My mother's abscess was growing on her leg. She couldn't walk for a year.
Let her demonstrate.
Mother, let His Honor see.
So if someone was sick, well, they'd go right to Antoni, you see.
You could always be sure to find help there.
Plus, he never charged.
Although Zośka, the miller, probably wanted him to.
They lived together in sin. In front of God.
- [courtroom clamoring] - You all know it's true! Yes!
Everybody could see the way she lured that poor guy in.
[tense music building]
Dear, why wouldn't you say that Jan Oksza wasn't your real father?
He is.
That's to say... My biological dad was called Rafał Wilczur.
Although, I don't remember him.
He committed suicide.
They only found his coat, not his body.
How do you know that?
It's a famous story. All papers wrote about it.
My mother told me.
He was a pioneering brain surgeon.
He was a genius, my dear.
Can you drive faster? Come on!
[engine revving]
[feet shuffling]
[judge] Thank you. Thank you. That's enough.
[courtroom cheering]
[bell ringing]
I'm impressed with the display, counselor.
- Uh, what does this prove? - Um...
What I am trying to prove, Your Honor, is that the defendant could be a doctor.
However, he has amnesia, and cannot remember any of his past.
All fine, but I need some proof. Not a spectacle.
Of course. Your Honor, may I now call another witness to the stand?
[judge] Enough. We know what the defendant can do.
We have laws for a reason.
To practice medicine, you must be properly licensed.
The law is the law.
Your honor, with your permission...
The next person I would like to call up to testify is Professor Jerzy Dobraniecki.
A renowned doctor, Chairman of the Polish Surgical Association.
[judge] We know who Professor Dobraniecki is.
Professor, as an expert, would you like to comment on the case?
[tense music builds slowly]
On trial we have Antoni Kosiba.
But we know this man isn't Antoni Kosiba. That's a fact.
He may be a doctor. A lot of things suggest that.
Unfortunately, he lost his memory due to head trauma.
Um... We have advanced methods we use in our clinic.
Innovative, pharmacological solutions...
The most advanced electro-convulsive therapy,
or perhaps even, if need be... a surgical intervention could help...
[judge] The court understands what you mean.
Thank you, Professor.
DISTRICT COURT
[engine cuts out]
[indistinct chattering]
[coins clinking]
Do you think this Professor Wilczur... knew how to do a craniotomy?
Apparently.
[chuckles softly]
I love you. [kisses]
[both chuckling]
[judge] Do you understand?
The professor is offering you treatment.
What do you say?
- [woman] It's her. - [judge] Silence in the courtroom!
- [indistinct chattering] - [bell ringing]
Silence! That's enough.
Name, please.
My name is Maria Jolanta Wilczur.
[dramatic music builds]
- And that's my father. - [courtroom exclaiming]
[bell ringing]
[judge] Silence! Silence in the courtroom.
Silence. That's enough.
[judge] How can you be sure?
[Staś] I also remember the defendant. He saved my life.
[Jerzy] What is this nonsense? You can't remember him.
- You were what, seven? - Mr. Dobraniecki, ten, actually.
And who cares? I could never forget that man.
Professor Wilczur is dead.
He's alive.
[chuckles softly]
[dramatic music builds intensity]
[laughing emotionally]
[dramatic music fades out]
[jaunty music playing]
[clapping and cheering]
[laughing]
- [guests cheering] - [laughing]
[laughing]
- Mazel tov! - What?
Mazel tov! L'chaim!
- Mazel tov! - Congratulations!
- Cheers! - [all cheering]
[laughter]
- [glasses shattering] - [chanting] Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!
Kiss the bride! Yeah!
- [laughter and cheers continue] - [panting]
I saved a seat for Mrs. Wilczur.
Oh... [chuckles]
[Baron] Leszek will be very happy.
[in French] I hope you are right, Baron.
- [in English] Everyone hold still, please! - [flashbulb echoes]
[soft instrumental music playing]
[soft instrumental music builds slowly]
IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER, RYSZARD
[soft instrumental music continues]
[upbeat instrumental music playing]
[woman singing in Polish]
[dramatic music builds slowly]
[music fades out]