Wygrany

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You see, this is our gang.

They were all supposed

to end up as sausage.

I don't know where he is now.

Maybe he's searching...

Before the war my father ran

a movie theatre in Poland.

He used to tell Oliver

all about film.

Ollie used to say that had he

not become a pianist,

he would have been

a filmmaker.

He especially liked the

stories about

cameramen waiting for

the magic hour.

You know what I mean?

It's that short moment

at dusk and dawn

when the light creates

this gorgeous effect on film.

My father used to say

that every person...

has such a magic hour

in their life...

in which all dreams came true.

Should I speak Polish

or English?

- Polish.

- Very well.

Ahh, competitions!

They're the salt of the

performing arts.

A necessity of every pianist.

They are the key

to brilliant careers.

They create an equal

opportunity for everyone.

They allow us to discover

and promote the best.

With our awards,

we, the judges,

announce them to the world.

THE WINNER:

My father loved tango.

And Oliver took it from him.

But my son cound't play such music...

Grandpa,

this tango is for you.

- Is this it?

- No, Ollie.

This isn't your magic

hour yet.

Little Ollie, even before

we left for the States

kept asking us how one

recognized their magic hour.

Dad would only smile

mysteriously.

We visited him for the

last time

after Ollie won the

Montreal competition.

Soon after dad died,

taking his secret with him.

Mr. Linovsky,

please come closer to us!

Mr. Linovsky, how come you

never toured Poland?

I'm mean you were born here.

Since your defeat at

the Chopin's competition,

you've stopped playing

Chopin's music. Why?

But you will play Chopin in Wroclaw...

Are you afraid of this concert?

Did you know that the people

still love you?

That music lovers from all of

Poland will come to listen to you?

I'm very pleased.

Thank you very much.

Maestro, welcome!

I'm so pleased. We're all happy.

I knew your mother,

even before she was married.

She was an incredibly

talented pianist.

- If it only wasn't for that accident...

- Ok, Mr. Juliusz.

Thank you.

You knew very well

that you were supposed to bring

him to the restaurant.

We waited with the mayor

for two hours!

I tried, sir, but he refused

talk to anyone.

After that phone call he

told us to leave him alone.

Then he just sat down at the

piano and began to play.

- And he played wonderfully.

- I don't give a shit how he played!

You should have made him stop.

Do you understand?

No, I don't.

I don't have to go to Europe

if that's what you decided.

Fine, so she did.

Besides that's not important.

Your tour is the only thing

that matters now. Yes?

Especially the opening.

Do you understand?

Especially the opening.

You have to conquer Wroclaw!

Only then you'll win.

I don't want to hear from

you if you fail.

What am I saying?

You cannot fail. Ok?

We're a few minutes late.

But we always wait for

the audience.

Too bad the mayor is not here.

Was he offended?

What did you expect?

After what happened...

Ok, I'll come listen after

the intermission.

Did you save me a seat

in the front row?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

- What's going on?

- No idea.

The doors, doors!

I meant close the doors,

you idiot!

Hey, Waldek! Give us a bottle

and shots for everyone!

The Professor's paying.

Intuition again?

Not only, my friend.

Not only.

- The usual?

- Of course.

Waldek get him a taxi.

He's staying in the hotel.

Did you see that?

The guy's from Chicago.

So what?

Nothing.

If you don't have time

for analysis

and you don't know

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