Znachor

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I finished. You can stitch.

You are brilliant, professor.

Let's not exaggerate, dear colleague.

I don't know anybody else

who can do such a surgery.

For your information, I know a surgeon.

who, soon enough, will

manage just as well as me.

...in such a surgery.

- Who?

- You, dear collegue.

- Professor, you had three calls.

- All right, I was just leaving, thank you.

To make sure of the success of.

...our surgery we have

to wait till tomorrow.

If something shows up, call

me immediately. To be honest...

...nothing will show up.

Forgive, dear collegue,

but I must go You know...

We are celebrating

eight years of marriage.

- Congratulations professor!

- Thank you!

No, no, thank you, I can handle it.

- Good afternoon.

- Sir...

- Mr. Professor...

- Silence!

Beata!

Where's the madam?

What happened?

Beata!

Where is she?

She left a note.

What?

The madam left. Together with the girl.

I called her a taxi and brought

her things down. Two suitcases.

Dear Rafal! I don't know if

you could ever forgive me...

I fell in love. And this

love is stronger than me.

I wasn't worthy for you.

Your celebrity made

me feel even smaller.

I'm taking Marysia with me. I

can't imagine my life without her.

Do not look for me. It's useless. Beata.

THE QUACK:

First part Antoni Kosiba.

Please... Please, you good citizen...

...make a 5 bucks donation, for helping.

...the government's monopoly of

alcoholic beverages. Only 5 bucks.

What?

I see, you think I'm

some kind of beggar.

Wrong! I'm a good

citizen of this country.

Excuse me, but what do you need?

Anything.

Happiness, health, wellbeing...

and many more... it will be good...

Hey, my good old friend! Thank you!

One minute! One minute please!

Let me repay your kindness.

Yeah, yeah... I don't have

much! But I offer you my company.

Noblesse oblige! I'll pay!

Me, Samuel Obiedzinski. Voila!

Yes, your highness. Napoleon and

Alexander The Great were fine men.

So what?

Hey, another one please.

It's empty.

I must tell you.

It's not good to be famous. From up

high, it's much more painful to fall.

Smaller you are, the better.

Like me, Samuel Obiedzinski.

I'll never fall down...

...because I'm not famous.

I don't want to be

famous. I'm not a fool.

What's with you, are you bankrupt?

Or they sent you far

away from home with work?

No, nothing of the sort.

Maybe a woman then? Changed her mind?

She just quit.

Let's drink.

Women are worst than plague.

The woman who stays with you is like

a vampire. She sucks all your blood.

Other women squeeze your money out.

...and other women cheat you.

A woman seems to be a little goose.

...and she kicks your bottom...

...and you'll never get over it.

I know, I suffered a lot.

Strong as an oak tree...

...not even you, brother,

you will not bend...

...and you can't be torn out by the roots.

Drink, it'll be easier.

Yes. You're right.

Torn out by the roots...

Everything's all right, just drink.

Human tragedies are often

bounded by nonsense. Yes. Sure.

A tragedy and...

Hey, buddy. Who's paying?

Hey, don't sit here, go on.

Where should I take you, sir?

Please, please...

Do you know where he's living?

Has he got any papers?

Sobchek, search him.

I'm asking you again, who are you?

First name? Surname? Hey,

you there, are you deaf?

No, sergeant.

And, please, don't get upset.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Don't bend the truth.

What shall I tell you?

I don't know my name.

Maybe I don't have a name.

I know, it sounds

strange but I'm not lying.

Interesting.

So, you never had any papers at all?

Never.

How can you find work then?

In the cities, of course,

they asked me for papers.

...and I couldn't get a job anywhere...

...but in villages, no one

cared about the papers.

Here, everybody can call

themselves as they like.

They call me Jozef Barba.

Don't be afraid, sergeant.

I'm not a criminal, nor a thief.

Have you ever been convicted?

Yes, twice.

Where, when?

First in Sokle.

where I stayed a month.

Recently, I was jailed for two weeks.

What for?

For vagrancy, but unjustly.

If a man searches for

work, is he a vagrant?

Just because he doesn't have any papers?

Let me go, sergeant.

I'm a peaceful man, I'm

not gonna hurt anybody.

Let you go, you say?

Unfortunately, it's impossible.

Now, we must send you back to the county.

...and let them solve the

problem with the papers.

It's true.

...that if you have papers, you're

somebody and if you don't you're nobody.

I tried to get identification papers.

I went to the law court, to the police...

I asked them to give me

any identification papers.

But no. They said that

there is no such law.

Try to find who you really are.

Everybody is registered somewhere.

Am I right, Mr. Kundejko?

Yeah, yeah. It's true.

When a person is born, I make a paper.

When a person dies,

I make another paper.

Here are the registers

for the whole county.

Take that away! This

desk has other purposes.

Sorry.

Get him out of here!

Antoni Frantiszek Kosiba.

Kosiba. Antoni Kosiba.

We gathered here today to honour the

memory of the brilliant man of science...

...of Poland...

...professor Rafal Wilczur.

In all these years we didn't lost our

faith that he'll come back some time.

But unfortunately, the

secret of his disappearance...

...until this day, is not known.

Me, by all means...

I tried to do the best...

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