Panie Dulskie

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DAMAGED:

Here on the second floor,

a woman shot her husband.

A security police agent.

Brave woman.

They should put up a plaque for her.

Do you remember any of this?

A large, old apartment on the second floor.

Paintings on the walls,

an older gentleman who never speaks

shuffling cards.

Where do I remember this from?

I don't know.

You remembered about your mother.

Where do you know him from?

Leave him alone Mom, let him sleep.

He's Swiss.

Well-mannered.

A professor.

Flowers like in a Boznanska painting.

So many nights under-slept

Murky and unkempt.

Tight from the smoke..

You're too easy on them, too easy.

They've all gone to seed on you.

You lack character.

Sure, it's true,

I'll never be like you.

You always destroyed everyone,

killed everyone,

even my beloved brother Zbyszko,

you were able to destroy him too.

Zbyszko and his rebellions,

his demonstrations - all senseless.

- He also lacked character.

- Of course, only you had character.

Hanka?

Bled out and died and Zbyszko - disappeared

never to be heard from again.

So I should have let him

have a baby with the maid?

To get married to the maid?

All I see is a sea of blood.

- A sea of blood.

- Stop torturing me.

It's cold in here.

Couldn't Gabby light the stoves?

- She's not dressed yet.

- Not dressed? The maid's not dressed?!

Unthinkable before the war.

They brought the coal.

I told you so many time

not to read in the bathroom.

You could supervise the

coal delivery instead.

They always cheat on

the weight, always.

That's because all the scales are off.

In all of Poland.

If you're so smart, then you fix them.

The Party will fix them.

They probably thought I couldn't hear them

Mom and Grandma.

I was fixing my bow in the mirror and they

were arguing, not paying attention to me.

And in their memory Hanka

and the whole room smeared with blood.

Whose blood?

What do you mean whose blood?

That poor Hanka's.

- What Hanka?

- Hush.

- You're talking crazy today.

- Not now.

We're listening.

"The head screamed

'Look! Look me in the eyes!'"

And the major wanted to sleep.

So many nights under slept

Murky and unkempt.

Tight from the smoke...

'Take him away!' - he told the escort and

slumbered.

Sleep Major, dawn is near,

don't you see the moon took first watch.

"Sixth year of Security vigilance,

guarding land wrested from the lords."

Well?

- What did the poet have in mind?

- Not so loud, Gabby...

- The dimwit won't understand anything.

- Did you like it Grandma?

Learning poetry shapes

character and memory.

Sleep well, Gabby?

Why shouldn't I sleep well?

- Walk the girls to school then.

- What are they, blind?

Good luck.

Zbiggie...

Hey there, sisters. I'm broke.

Did Mom give you cash

for donuts and orangeade?

Are Mom and Dad home?

Gabby's home,

if that's what you want to know.

Gabby is studying.

- That's not what we pay her for.

- Get out of here!

Come on fellas, get it loaded!

Your horse took a sh*t.

It'll get picked up.

Zbiggy and Gabby the maid

were quite the pair.

Surprisingly, Grandma allowed it.

She knew all about it. She knew about

their affair and didn't protest.

Maybe she had a change of heart.

Times changed, the government, the truth.

And as you can see,

my mother still lives here.

- Hey there, Sis.

- Hello.

Zbiggie, why did you lug the bike upstairs?

This is the newest Nishiki,

can't leave it down there.

I read you're making a movie?

About the family?

That's what movies are about these days

Gabby. About yourself or family, honest.

About servants' rooms and informant

fathers. You know, all the dirty laundry.

That's just perfect since Zbiggie

has just decided to run for office.

Great, so finally, you decided to run.

You're clean.

The Dulskis were never activists.

Always sat out.

Didn't sign the Volklist,

didn't fight in the underground...

Found out about the Holocaust

from a movie...

Exactly right.

Never joined the Party or Solidarity

either. Ideal candidates.

Nobody would say that in my Canton.

- And who is he?

- A Psychiatry professor.

We met at the festival in Locarno.

His name is Dulsk

and he has the same dreams that I have.

Do you practice Joga?

That's just great Gabby, really.

Get off that bike Zbiggie,

I mean it, or you'll give me the spins.

Have a seat, everyone.

Hanka, what's this? Ls that how

I taught you to light the stove?

Good Lord! You bumpkin!

Damnation...

Zbyszko...

Oh Lord...

Girls! Get up!

Time for school.

Please, get up, now, move it!

Felician!

On your feet!

You hear me?

Get a move on!

You're going to be late!

Hanka! Move, out of my way!

I'll show you how.

There.

What's that look for?

I would like to ask Madame that from

the first, I will leave your service.

Hanka!

Don't you dare! Who paid for you?!

I found someone to take my place.

The city's messed up your head!

I won't have it!

You all will drive me to my grave!

When they send me to Karlsbad

you won't manage without me!

- You'll die here like flies!

- The priest said to leave.

What priest?

Who do you answer to?

Me, or some priest?

Who do you serve?

The priest or me?

Go get the rolls! Immediately!

Good Lord.

Felician, Felician,

you'll be late for the office.

Get going already! You hear me?!

Get moving!

Oh dear Lord, go.

Just don't use the hot water.

Use only cold water.

Build character. Don't you sass me!

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