Eugenika: w imie postepu

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You are sick.

There you go, Jew!

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Eleven...

Twelve...

Harder.

Eat it, eat!

You want more ants?!

You want, or not?!

'Cause I'll f*** you!

Hold it!

'Cause I'll f*** you, you dick!

Did I say, you can throw it?!

F***in' eat it!

Get the f*** out of here, dog!

I didn't invite you here.

Get the f***... you perv!

C'mon, faster!

You whore!

Foul!

Hold on, Ginger.

Foul. Off the field.

Referee is a dick!

What did you say?

What did you say? Come here.

What did you say?

That the referee is a dick.

What's your problem? Explain it to me.

But I didn't do anything!

Red card. Off the field.

Are you deaf? Get out.

Man, you twatted me really hard.

It f***ing hurts.

Just don't sh*t yourself, Ginger.

It hurts, 'cause you hit yourself

walking through the window last night.

I wasn't walking through no window.

- You did, and you took Baboon with you.

- F*** off, I didn't.

- Listen, you know the rules?

- I do.

You can stay here... Silence!

You can stay in the centre,

only if you don't leave after ten.

What if we don't want to stay?

Baboon, if you don't like it,

you can go back to the reformatory.

So, come on...

Lord, bless us, this food...

and those, who prepared it.

Teach us to share bread and love.

In the name of Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Same again.

If dog barks after getting the food,

the bowl runs away, that's no good.

I ain't no dog.

Eat, Matt.

Baboon, stop it.

F*** you,

it's not me.

Shall I teach you to respect food?

- I do respect.

- So do it.

Let me pour some.

No, thanks.

Just one.

No, really, I have to keep straight.

It won't hurt you.

As you wish.

Come and dance.

Come on, don't just sit.

Sure.

I was never an altar boy or a reader,

I never belonged to any Church circle.

I started to go to church consciously...

...when I was twenty one.

Because one night...

...when I was alone...

...I suddenly felt

the presence of my father...

...who died one year before.

He was there with me...

It was a very...

...strong, substantial feeling.

Suddenly, in one flash,

I saw the whole rotting of my soul.

I felt the desire to release myself...

...from the prison of my selfish I.

In the very centre of each of us,

there is a spot.

Innocent, free from sin.

A spot of Nothingness,

...that belongs only to God.

From this spot, he forms our lives.

Each of us has it.

And now, passing the Peace,

keep it in mind...

...you might not see it immediately,

yet think about it...

...as this spot of God...

...is in each of us.

It makes us all equal.

In each of us,

there is this spark of holiness.

Give something under her head.

What are you afraid of?

Give something under her head.

- What is your name?

- Roksana.

You won't get the paper

without confession.

But Father!

The previous priest used to give it.

But this one does not.

God bless you.

Make me know Your ways, oh Lord...

...teach me Your paths...

...make me know...

Go on, but slowly.

Okay-

Wait, I'll grab it... Got it.

Wait a moment.

Okay, we've got it...

Got it? Look out, it's heavy.

Hey, give us a hand!

We don't want cripples, Humpty.

You're crippled yourself, but mentally.

Okay, I'm putting it on the ground.

All right, it's done.

- God bless you.

- God bless you.

I brought a plum-pie.

Then come in.

But maybe I'm interrupting...

Not at all Ewa. Come in.

It's useless with this pie.

No.

Oh, Jesus. He is here again.

I am afraid of him.

His gaze is so weird.

- Marcin?

- Yeah.

No... he's harmless.

Happiness! Joy!

I came to apologize, of course...

What for?

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