All About My Parents (2014) - full transcript

- What about Kasia?
- She dumped me.

- I'm not surprised.
- Neither am I.

- Was there anyone after that?
- I went back to my Mom's

and lived with her for 18 years.

Quite a lot.

- Were you getting along?
- At times.

- Did you tell her of your problems?
- No, of course not.

So why did you wait
with coming to me until now?

Now I have fallen in love.

You don't say!

Even a blind monkey
finds a banana sometimes.



Tell me about it.

Ironically I've fallen in love
with my kindergarten teacher's daughter.

Would you believe that?

ALL ABOUT MY PARENTS

I'm Krzys Mysliwski sitting with
my Mom at a kid's psychologist.

I hate kindergarten
and to remedy that

I need to be there
for 30 days with my Mom.

That might stop me from screaming,
rolling on the floor, peeing my pants.

And my mom?

She will regain her joy of life
that she kind of lost lately.

You need to stay with him
in the kindergarten for a while.

Just think that it is pleasant

and can bring a lot of joy
into your life.

The psychologist smiles cordially



- and my Mom answers
with concentration: - I will try.

- And adds right away:
- Right?

Now you can see my face.

The face of a 3-year old boy, which
doesn't look bright yet and might evoke

some sense of unease or doubt
if fate will be favorable to him.

Remember that any behavior
of a little human being

has or can have some sense

- which is hidden from us, adults.
- Which means...?

That rolling on the floor,
pissing his pants

SYSTEMIC THERAPY DOESN'T
CURE SYMPTOMS, IT CURES FAMILY

or sharpening crayons
is a communication to the world

or about the world.

Do you get it?

Not really.

In that case think of yourself.

For sure there are many things
that should be done in the garden.

I didn't realize then
that that conversation

would change our lives so much.
None of us was ready

for such consequences. Neither me
nor my Mom. And for sure not my Dad.

ME

Hi.

Hi.

And then my favorite part
of the evening follows.

My mom bathes me in the bathtub.

Of course she's naked
and I'm looking at her.

Putting it in a more literary way:

On a big screen of life naked Mom
rubs her breasts

against a 3-year old rascal,
whose only aim is to eat her.

Just eat your Mom, so there's
nothing of her left. Not only for Dad,

but for everybody who wants
to spoil our evening together.

Because later is bedtime

and I sleep alone in my cozy bed.

That's what life in 1 room looks like:
me, my parents and my Oedipus complex.

In the future to do something about it
I have become a writer.

As I write prose, one of my stories
could have such a beginning.

Nothing doing. That's only how
my session began,

from the first connotation
that came to my mind.

From the first mysterious sentence
I've already seen somewhere.

SYSTEMIC THERAPY DOESN'T CURE
SYMPTOMS, IT CURES A FAMILY

All right.

Let's start from the beginning.

You came to me because
of ejaculatio praecox.

Exactly, premature,
unfortunately, ejaculation.

Don't worry, it's a common complaint.

But to find its roots we have to reach
into the deepest nooks of your memory.

Which means heating up old stew.

Each session will cost you 300 zloty.

Hard to tell how many sessions
there will be: 2 or 150.

I can't guarantee the sessions
to be effective.

In the best case - you'll get well.

In the worst case - you'll give up
on sex completely.

And discover new allures in life.

Anyway, after our sessions
you'll be a different person.

Are you ready for that change?

In that moment an image of my Dad
stood in my eyes.

I am ready.

All right.

In that case return to kindergarten.

Go ahead.

THE LAND OF FUN

When Zuzia opened the door
I was looking in the sky.

Hoping for God to help me.
Zuzia was looking at my Mom

and God wasn't interested
in my little drama,

because I was just a preschooler
with a neurosis syndrome.

Hello.

- We haven't met.
- I've just started working here.

I've brought this little rascal
and have to be with him here

- for a month.
- What's going on?

- He's very shy?
- Why is that so?

We'll get rid of that shyness
and throw it out of the window.

Why out of the window? I don't know.

But words were of no importance here
because what counted was the picture.

The picture of Miss Karolina.

Mom like any female
is looking at others' offspring.

And I'm surrounded by little punks
who walk in circles

throw a ball or sit in the corner
waiting for death

which will come in over 70 years.

But to me it could come at any moment.

I sensed it when I was 2.

You're not afraid when I'm with you?

The doctor was right. In a month you'll
get used to your new surroundings.

Miss Karolina is very nice.

- She likes you.
- And the other kids too.

- She has a very good approach.
- What is she talking about?

About the way Miss Karolina walks
among the scattered toys?

She has a very good hand with kids.
And Miss Hania

also seems to be nice.

Show me your palm.

In a month you'll stay there
all day long without crying.

For sure I won't cry.
Now I can even say that quite contrary

I'll be close to feeling pleasure.
But I'm still 3 years old

and that excludes any pleasure
with adult participation.

At night I woke up with fever.
I was teething

or I was getting more seriously ill.

In such moments my Mom
could count only on herself

because Dad in the other room
was doing some important task.

Four.

Here we go...

Action.

Nights are the most difficult
for a model designer.

Rejecting the need of closeness
with one's partner

but also the elementary need of -
let me name it openly - sleep.

Simply sleep.

We commune exclusively
with the object of our dreams,

our longing and ideals.
Yes - ideals.

That's why we move away
from those close to us

but that's the price we pay
for designing flying models.

One thing for another.

Kites were my father's obsession.

I don't know why kites. He might
as well breed Amstaffs.

Yet for some reason he chose kites.

For 7 days I was healed at home.
And now I'm here again.

Standing at the door of my destination
and waiting for Mom

to let go of my hand. What will begin
the 1st act of today's tragedy?

You might not guess.

Don't play with that.

Milk soup is the essence
of a preschooler existence.

The same prop of degradation of a human
being by other human beings

as camp prisoners' striped uniform.
And never believe those

who say that milk soup is healthy.

It's as harmful as any other
form of enslavement.

In a few years Dad will leave Mom
to be with a young stewardess.

He'll even marry her.

For my 8th birthday my Dad will
give me a present: a new sibling.

But now everything is good.
My parents revel.

Before I'm born
they'll be truly happy.

In a moment an ORWO film will be over
and Dad will silently swear.

Fucking hell!

That film was a sign that everything
that's beautiful ends at some point.

But I never thought it'd be to that
extend. That Dad would have new kids

and Mom, well...

That's very interesting.

Do you think so?

You have an unrepeatable
chance to kill your Dad.

Excuse me?

Here, during this session.

Do you want to use that opportunity?

THE 4TH PLACE
IN THE KITE BUILDING COMPETITION

Why not?

Keep talking then.

MOM

A boy with a guitar
is a perfect match for me

I could marry him right away

I'd be happy as can be,
two guitars, you and me.

I so need this dream to come true

A boy with a guitar
is a perfect match for me

I'll be crazy about him
and he about me.

A boy with a guitar
is a perfect match for me

Oh I want to have him.

There were some stories
about an eligible girl

About a king's daughter
who dreamt of a prince charming

But I'm not the daughter of a king...

I need to go to a meeting
in the kindergarten.

- Organizational matters again?
- I may stay if you want.

And who will go? Me?
I don't even know where it is.

- Exactly
- Shall we go to a club on Saturday?

- How about that?
- Will Mom watch Krzys?

Why not? She will if I ask her.

And will call in 2 hours
and say that Krzys is crying.

If you have anything
against my mother, tell her about it.

You're trying to stir up a sense
of guilt in me, about my mother.

Fuck it.

Are you seeing anyone?

Now I'm seeing you, before that,
it was your friend

and someone else earlier. Generally,
I'm seeing men who've got class.

I got it.

Let's go together to the kindergarten.

- Who'll stay with Krzys?
- He's sleeping.

- He's a sound sleeper.
- Of course, I know about it.

Shall we go together?

You want me to sit at the kindergarten
meeting? - What's wrong with that?

You know it's not good for me.

I'd rather take you to the club.

- A swinger's club.
- Not necessarily

- Any club.
- You like swingers clubs the most.

My God.

I proposed group sex to you just once.
And you make so much fuss about it.

How was I supposed to feel?
I was surprised.

You propose to your wife
going to a club with group sex.

- How should I feel?
- How?

- You should feel good.
- Really?

- You think very highly of me.
- Don't you have other problems?

I do. But my greatest problem is
my husband is a model designer,

- who needs to buy paper, glue...
- No.

We're not going to talk like that.

I'll show you something.

- Hello?
- Yes?

How about you shit on my plate?
You're welcome.

I'm sorry. Maybe next time.

- Can we talk about Krzys later?
- All right.

Now we can talk.
Will you drink some tea? - Thank you.

- Thank you yes or no?
- No.

- Is something wrong?
- No, everything's all right.

I'm just organizing things
all the time. - I've noticed that.

- What would you like to talk about?
- Are you in a hurry?

No, but I thought there are some
things we need to discuss about Krzys.

I just said it to keep you here.
Actually...

it's not about Krzys.

I don't follow you.

I just thought we could chat a little.

- What about?
- About anything.

If you don't want... - We can talk
for a while about anything.

How old are you?

- Twenty five.
- Do you have kids?

And I'm not married.

Are you? Because
you don't have a wedding ring.

I have.

I haven't noticed it because usually
I look at wrists and nails.

I've been married for many
years already. - Happily?

Happily?

Absolutely.

- Absolutely yes or no?
- Yes.

Krzys looks like you very much.

I don't think so.

He's a very sensitive boy.

Stands out from other kids.

Do you have an other questions?

I'm glad that you come here with Krzys,
but it must be troublesome.

I don't have to be at work every day.

When Krzys gets accommodated
you'll probably stop coming here

or will you keep bringing him here?

As much as possible.

Anyway, we'll be seeing one another.

I'll leave that encounter
without a comment.

Even after so many years I don't know
if it happened and what to think of it.

You drove off

You drove off so far away

And actually

all that happened was so insignificant

Nothing that matters

Almost nothing.

Almost nothing.

Perhaps I am

a little bit more lost in thought.

Perhaps I keep looking out the window

more often than I should.

I go to sleep

when the sun rises.

When the sun rises.

Are you going to jump?

Yes, I'm about to commit suicide.

Can I watch?

Mom didn't die. But was paralyzed
from the waist down.

Do you remember that period well,

or have you pushed it
out of your memory?

I remember Mom's wheelchair
creaking on our linoleum floor.

Good for you.

You have active memories.
Sensually active.

Because creaking concerns hearing

although it could also concern taste.

That means your personality
is opening a door for us.

And inviting us inside.

We don't have to apply
cheap tricks with hypnosis.

In that case -
what about the kindergarten?

Hello. I've brought him
to leave him for half a day.

He'll be good. Life's taught him
a lesson. He's grown up.

Grandma said it all
in one go, in her style.

- What's happened?
- His mom had an accident.

She's alive but the boy
is half an orphan in a way.

Excuse me?

Believe me or not, but a person
with an immobile abdomen

is an ex-human being.

That notion perfectly showed
my Grandma's style.

Not without reason was it said
that she buried her husband alive.

If he gets wild
don't give him breakfast.

This will teach him a lesson.

Lunch at home will be enough for him.

Discipline is essential.

Especially now, when his mother
is in such a condition.

You must be strict with him
or he'll be lost. Do you understand?

You'll stay here. Be good.

Listen to the lady.
And if you don't...

I won't come to pick you up, ever.

When I was in kindergarten for the 6th
week my Mom came back home.

Precisely as an ex-human being,
as Grandma said,

she was brought into the house.

Judging by her look
Mom didn't suffer from any trauma.

She was in no pain,
she just couldn't walk.

Dad seemed happy with the way things
turned out and the wheel chair rolled.

On the same day
all the tenants from our house

threw a welcome party for Mom.

Indeed she didn't regain her health,
but she regained her life.

And...?

Is your pussy hungry?

It's hard to tell.

But if it itches, shall we do
something about it?

Won't you be scared?

I won't.

Have you ever done it with a cripple?

I only fantasized about it.

So you are experienced.

One can say so.

Do you love me or do you
just want it very much?

I've met someone.

I know.

Don't smoke in the presence of a child,
a cripple and a hamster.

- Hello.
- What's the matter?

Everything is okay.
Krzys is in good hands.

- I hope so.
- I want to see Krzys's mom.

- Are you a social worker now?
- No, I just want to talk to her.

Well, okay, come in.

The kindergarten teacher is here.

Mom, please, shut the door.

Is anything wrong with Krzys?

I've come to pay you a visit.

We haven't seen each other
for a long time. - That's true.

Two months and 7 days.

- Do you remember it so precisely?
- Even more precisely.

Seven days...

4 hours and 15 seconds
since our last conversation.

That much time has passed.

Our chat about anything.

Exactly.

Please, take a seat.

Tea?

- Thank you.
- Thank you yes or no?

No.

Please, look at me.

I'm 40 years old.

And you are 25. If you're not here

about Krzys, I don't understand why.

- Should I leave?
- Please, answer me.

I wanted to see how you are.

Moderately.

Will it go away?

Paralysis doesn't go away.

I am really much older than you.

What's that got to do with it?

Besides I have a husband, a son.

And you probably have a boyfriend or...

or a girlfriend who's waiting
for you somewhere.

I'm not with anyone.

Should I treat it as a...

a compliment.

Or treat it as you want.

I came here because I wanted to.

- To check how I was?
- I really want to know that.

And I mean well.

When I saw you for the first time
I thought...

- that we can talk about everything.
- I thought that for a moment too.

- And you don't now?
- Things have changed.

You stopped bringing your son,
I expected that.

But the rest is insignificant.

I'm surprised by your determination.

If I care about something,
I'm ready for everything.

In this unexpected way Mom got on
first-name terms with Miss Karolina.

I don't know if I was supposed
to laugh or cry

or to rethink my life
as my chances with Miss Karolina

fell down almost to zero.

How is it at kindergarten? Good?

I'm not saying a word.

Are you playing with kids nicely?

- Miss Hania is nice, isn't she?
- I'm not saying a word.

And Miss Karolina, does she like you?

She likes you.

But you like her too,
my little man.

In the evening Dad
tries to give me a bath.

When Dad took over her duties,
Mom was longing.

Actually she was one big longing,
misunderstanding and a riddle,

but she was less and less a mom.

Good evening.

The kid is screaming
and disturbing the peace.

Yes.

And in that case we have the right
to know what it is about,

- don't we?
- You do.

- So nothing is happening?
- That's right.

So you got a fine for no reason?

That's right.

You beat your kid,
maybe even molest him

and now you also mock the authorities?

You mock
the peoples' authorities, citizen...

Mysliwski.

Do you know
what punishment is for that?

Will you have some tea
with raspberries?

Yes, please.

Luckily Dad just got a fine
and wasn't forced to emigrate,

but it was a difficult time
for everyone.

Most of all for Dad
who had to save me from dirt.

Having drank the tea the constable
got an idea I should be gaged

to keep me quiet and keep the case
away from the court.

Dad loved that idea.

He gaged me also for other
occasions than just a bath,

but Mom would always intervene.
Evidently she still cared for me

in spite of being bewitched
by Miss Karolina.

Finally fortune smiled on Dad
who started playing in films.

Just documentaries,
but does it realty matter?

What counts is that he was on TV.

At that time I traded my hamster
for comic books with Inspector Marten.

INSPECTOR MARTEN
CODE NAME "OXYGEN"

MEETING AT THE MAJOR'S OFFICE

- Are you determined, Inspector?
- Yes, Sir.

Civil clothes and a civil car are basic.

ON THE WAY TO THE ACTION

ON THE SPOT
I'll check my gun.

30 MINUTES LATER

What if I don't get out of that alive?

I'm going to put that garden in order.

KNOCK KNOCK

Oh, that's him.

In spite of his success on TV,
Dad had problems

connected with the passage of time.
Let's be honest:

At some age erection stops
being something obvious.

One can risk saying it becomes
a holiday one waits for a whole week.

Dad waited for it even longer
but was always in good company.

I had designed that kite model
5 years before.

But other things mattered then.
I thought

it wasn't the right moment
and it had to wait.

You are the ideal hero

of our documentary slot.

Do you think so?

That day, my father
was late for dinner.

Hard to tell if anything happened,

but he smelled of beautiful perfume
when he kissed me good night.

Good evening.

Good evening.

My husband -
Krzys's kindergarten teacher.

Karolina.

Hubert Mysliwski.

- You might've woken Krzys.
- He is a sound sleeper.

One day he won't be.

He'll suffer from insomnia
like everybody else.

My caring dad kissed me goodnight.

Obviously he believed
that would get us closer

but I only smelled perfume
and knew

that Dad had some secret
he was hiding from me and Mom.

That was sad and totally
beyond my comprehension.

DAD

Please, relax.

- Can we repeat it if I make a mistake?
- Whatever you need.

Light.

- How is it, Kazik?
- We'll be ready soon.

So I'm holding the tail of that kite.

Ready.

- Camera.
- Roll.

- Four.
- Rolling.

Action!

Nights are the most difficult
for a model designer.

Rejecting the need of closeness
with one's partner

but also the elementary need of -
let me name it openly -

of sleep.

Simply sleep.

We commune exclusively
with the object of our dreams,

our longing and ideals.

Yes - ideals. That's why we move away
from those close to us

but that's the price we pay
for designing flying models.

One thing for another.

Simply one thing for another.

Thank you.

How was it?

It was a great idea
in holding that tail.

Yes, thank you.

My parents were tolerant as far as
educational issues are concerned.

And sometimes they let me participate
in some pleasures reserved for adults.

Honestly I preferred to witness
my Dad's experiences

as those of my Mom's were
too mysterious to me.

I've been promoted from the group
of Moomins to Mushrooms.

That means I've accepted milk soup
and stopped rolling on the floor,

stamping my feet, screaming
and banging my head against the wall.

I'm simply a mediocre preschooler,
who sits on the carpet

as the custom says.
Never on the cold tiles.

Sometimes plays or draws

and irretrievably loses
his individuality and importance.

Now kindergarten is in me
like my liver or lungs.

And I'm a pad of a group,
a screw in a machine,

a grain of sand in a big sandcastle.

One day I'll read
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

and I'll feel what the main character
felt: the system has beaten me.

Here goes Hector. Hello.

Hello.

Come on.

I wonder how much longer
you're going to spend time

with that kindergarten teacher.
What do you have to do with her?

- Not much.
- Instead of sitting at home,

resting, lying, reading - you keep
going somewhere all the time.

I thought that a person
who cannot move conjures...

some dignity, peace.

But you spend all day with that punk
who could easily be your daughter.

There isn't such a big age
difference between us.

- Do you know what she is?
- A kindergarten teacher.

Yes, that too. But what else?

You don't know. Let me tell you.
Because I know.

- I've found it out.
- Oh, you're bothered so much.

Keep on joking.
You don't understand the danger.

Danger.

Listen.

That kindergarten teacher has
delicately speaking

different inclinations than you and me.

- Did you get it?
- No.

You go for walks with a lesbian.

And she teaches our son
in the kindergarten.

But one can't be fired
for you know what.

But your friendship with that lady
is a different kettle of fish.

And it stops being just your business,
because I bring home the bacon,

take care of your wheelchair

- and want nothing but the best for you.
- For sure. But do we want that?

So you're going to continue it?

- I'm not going to resist it.
- I thought that a 40 year old woman

who has a family
knows what's good for her,

- or at least knows what is decent.
- You're mistaken then.

It's very sad that your tragedy
hasn't taught you anything.

- Do you think so?
- Yes, I do.

16 bullets have to do.

Boom!

Build sandcastles
instead of digging for nothing.

I'm looking for a worm!

You've been sitting for 30 minutes
and haven't built any sandcastle.

When I was young it was impossible
to sit and dig for no reason.

The times have changed, there's
no obligation to build sandcastles.

What are you doing?

It's good it's not raining,
you'd get all dirty.

- I like getting dirty
- When you eat your snack

- I'll read you a newspaper.
- Why not a fairy-tale?

I won't read you fairy-tales.
Let your father read you that rubbish.

My Dad read me newspapers
and that was my gain.

- It'll be yours too.
- As a former guerilla soldier

she knew what she was saying.

Thanks to her I took a liking
to history, and journalism.

Grandma formed me. With her
I felt someone noticed me.

Because unfortunately Dad
was busy with his business.

I've lost my ring.

You don't wear earrings.

It was the ring from my clitoris.

Was it really?

It's not there anymore.

In that solemn atmosphere
we're waiting for the holiday

Christmas.

Everybody got a present.

Grandma - a Holy Mother pen.

Dad - a 6 month glue supply.

Mom - new brakes.
Our neighbor - a corkscrew.

A double coupon for Cuban oranges.

He's not eating anything.

- Mom.
- Nothing.

- Take a fork.
- Leave him alone.

- Don't force him.
- But let him take a fork.

You can't play with God's gift.

Mom, I'm begging you.

Take this one with a Holy Mother.

Please, Antek, wait for everybody.

Enough of that smoking. Mom!

I can leave if I'm bothering anyone.

- Stop smoking.
- It's Christmas Eve.

Hubert.

Why aren't you sleeping? - I never do
on Christmas Eve, don't you know me?

I do. You get your best ideas
on Christmas Eve.

Exactly I designed 4 kites
on Christmas Eves.

But none of them flew.

- That's our shitty life.
- You'll design one that will fly.

I know that.

- It will fly and fall like all of them.
- So what?

What matters is that it will fly.

Today I remembered how we met.

Do you know why?

Because I found in the bathroom
your earring from the old times.

Do you remember?

THE LAND OF FUN

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Is it about the Christmas Eve?
- You could've at least called.

I wanted to.

Don't talk to me like that.

Why?

Because I won't give you a present.

Stuff it up your ass.

I want to stick it in you.

Leave it, don't touch it!

Look now! I got it!

That was my father. Inattentive
and disarmingly honest.

That's not a good combination
especially for a 40-year old woman.

Mom felt menopause was approaching
and as anyone drowning

she was looking for a life ring
that my father wouldn't throw to her.

Because instead of looking at Mom,
he looked at the sky.

Krzys!

Fuck!

That accident was my suicide attempt.
I decided to bring my parents together

and I chose the simplest way:
my own death.

Jesus Christ.

O God.

- What have you done to your kid?
- Calm down. We didn't do anything.

- You drowned your son?
- I didn't drown him.

I saved him.

- I did.
- Is he alive? - Yes!

- But he's unconscious.
- What were you doing there?

You didn't guard your kid
by the water? - Mom.

My parents
didn't understand anything.

They were too preoccupied
with their problems to see anything.

You got all gooey.

But that's good.

Now you'll find getting to your
subconscious much easier.

Once we're there maybe you'll change
your opinions on many issues.

I'd like to change my opinion
of my Mom. - What is it now?

Not the best.

Think that everything good
is ahead of you.

- I doubt it.
- Believe me.

Life is full of surprises.

- That means...?
- That you can change your past.

You're joking just to console me?

There are more things
possible than you think.

It's enough to skip your Mom's
accident and send your Dad

- to the kindergarten meeting.
- What will it change?

In your head some notion will be born,

about your father. Not the best,
but it was him, who left his family.

You don't have to be gallant
towards him.

I want to be just.

Stop kidding me.

Do you want to be just or to get rid
of your premature ejaculation?

It's enough to erase from your memory
your Mom's accident,

and I can assure you,
that your Dad was ready

- to fuck that teacher sideways.
- Miss Karolina? My Dad?

Don't be a child. For such a stud
any girl would be good.

You're talking about a deceased
person. - Really?

Because of him and your Mom
you have ejaculatio praecox.

Are you still going to defend him?

- What do you propose?
- A next session on Friday.

If you're interested.

I was interested quite a lot.

I won't deny it, I found
the doctor's idea interesting.

I had some moral doubts: did I have
the right to be the author of my past

at the cost of my father? Should I
incriminate him in my eyes completely?

I was in a dilemma, but also I had
in mind my premature ejaculation.

Practicality took the upper hand.

FAMILY

I have my opinions already,
but I haven't spoken a word so far.

The doctors think it's the result
of my drowning.

My parents don't have
any opinion on that,

but to avoid contact with water they
chose the mountains, just in case.

Very good. You got rid of the wheel
chair and it got better right away.

I bet after this session
you'll have quite good erections.

I'm talking about their duration.

What a surprise. Hello.

- You're on vacation too?
- There's no denying.

- You were at our meeting.
- That's right.

A Dad who's involved is a treasure
these days.

- You're very much alike.
- He's the very picture of me.

Pleased to meet you.

- Hubert Mysliwski.
- Karolina. And this is Tadeusz.

- Will you stay here long?
- 3-4 days.

- We'll stay 2 weeks.
- How about we get together

- for mulled wine?
- Great idea.

- What about Krzys?
- Well, Krzys...

It's just him all the time.
He's a sound sleeper.

He takes it after me.

- When he falls asleep...
- Does that mean yes?

Looks like I have no choice.

Miss Karolina and Tadeusz stayed
in Zakopane more than 4 days.

In that case - congratulations.

You've done an unusual thing.
You've integrated a family.

That's the first step on the way
to complete recovery.

What will the next one be?

In the next one you'll have
to achieve more.

Which means?

Cutting the umbilical cord.

When I was 8
I was taken by a police car

as a few hours earlier
I did something horrible.

Are you the boy's father?

Yes, I am.

- Do you raise him?
- No.

- Why?
- My son is under my wife's custody.

We're divorced.

Do you have anything to say about
his upbringing? - In a limited way.

Do you want to add anything?

You know...

I'm really curious why he set
the kindergarten on fire

while he goes to school already.

You wanted to show off,
to impress people. But why did you

set fire to the kindergarten
and not a tram for that matter?

You know we love you. And we're
trying to do everything for you.

You can end up in a detention center.

I understand you're affected
by our parting.

You got everything at home:
a good example, love,

a hamster.

I can't believe you grew up
to be a kindergarten arsonist.

Your Mom should kick
the shit out of you!

Dad finished his speech at that
and took a sip of water.

Drink, because you're parched.

- You live with your son?
- Yes.

- Did you have any problems with him?
- No.

Just a moment...

We were past this already.

- You mean...?
- The wheelchair.

Do you want our efforts
to be lost?

What is your relationship
with the boy's father?

Good enough.

Did your son
ever try to kill himself?

No. Should he?

It's my fault.

All this is an effect
of a tragic coincidence.

My son is irresponsible.

We've had problems with him for years,
but let's give him a chance.

He might be useful to society.

If we imprison him,
he'll become a tattooed criminal.

For the first time
I felt in control.

Arson changed it all.
If I had known this before,

I'd burn the whole city.

Then comes my favorite
part of the evening.

It was dawn
when my dad went to his new family.

For my Confirmation, I got a bike.
A Russian one.

I decided to hurt myself -
to spite my dad.

Your vision will be poor
for some time, son.

How is your sight?

To hurt your head like this...

Sonny...
You're a ball of fire.

You could use the energy better.

And do what?

It's just an idea.

Maybe I'm old,
maybe I'm wrong.

You're wrong, Mother.
As usual.

It's Krzysio's Confirmation day.
Let's not be unpleasant.

- OK.
- OK?

Maybe we should discuss
the political situation?

- My intentions were good.
- But the result is shitty.

You should go to your tramp
and not spoil our holiday.

I hope this will make you a man.

Whatever that means.

I am not a religious man,
but you need to have faith.

Even if it's faith in socialism
or the other thing.

Whatever is the situation
in our country

or any other country
of the Warsaw Pact...

I love you, remember this.

Remember this.

Spoiled our confirmation.
What a fool!

These were Granny's last words.
And I didn't even see her properly.

One week later she was dead.

GRANNY

To our Mom!

- Everything tastes good?
- Yes.

- She did it her way, unlike us.
- What do you mean?

Work, duties, no pleasure,
just day after day.

You always had time to fool around.
Is it worse now?

I'm not young anymore.
A baby at my age... You know.

- It's too much for me.
- It always was.

- But you were always there for me.
- It was your choice.

Sometimes Mrs. Karolina
would surprise my Mom

and bring her daughter.

She didn't have any wings,

but she liked to walk barefooted.

On the way home

I tried to remember,
was Miss Karolina's dress blue or red,

when I met her for the first time?

If I'm wrong, if it was red,

I need to tell the story again,

because the color is very important.

Old buildings are better.
There's no space here.

- It's enough for us.
- What about the kids?

We're students.
We don't plan any kids.

I didn't plan either.
It's not our decision.

- Want a cookie?
- No, thanks.

- What are the electricity costs?
- Average.

- You'll come to me, when they'll grow.
- Why should they?

- Why not?
- We'll be okay.

- What will you do?
- I'll start working.

Want to quit studying?

- I'm not quitting anything.
- Moron.

My child, you won't have
an easy life with him.

Even if you think now
that you're happy.

One day, nothing will be left.

- Are you sick?
- I'm perfectly well. It's just great.

That's how my problems started.
It was all finished before I started.

Then, some time passed.

I was full of hope, it was going well,
and suddenly it was all wrong.

I was never given the third chance.

- What about Kasia?
- She dumped me.

- I'm not surprised.
- Neither am I.

- Was there anyone after that?
- I returned to my Mom's

- and lived with her for 18 years.
- Quite a lot.

- Were you getting along?
- At times.

- Did you tell her of your problems?
- No, of course not.

So why did you wait
with coming to me until now?

- Now I have fallen in love.
- You don't say!

Even a blind monkey
finds a banana sometimes.

Keep talking.

I fell in love with the daughter
of my kindergarten teacher.

- The barefooted girl? Can't be!
- It is.

If we stick to our theory, you love
the daughter of your Mom's girlfriend.

Exactly.

And because of this,
or thanks to this,

your conscience
is ejaculating, so to say.

Nicely said.

Now we got it.
You were castrated.

Some mothers castrate their sons
to have them for themselves.

That's why you suffer
from the ejaculatio praecox.

A good son doesn't protest.
He loves his mother just the way she is.

And all this because
we want to be independent.

Nice...

There's only one cure for this.

You need to go back to your childhood
and work on a problem.

- What problem?
- You need to seduce your teacher.

What?

You need to fuck her.

THE NEW LAND

My father had two kids
with his second wife.

But when he was dying,
they were in Greece. On vacation.

You're done.
Do you know you're dying?

I know.

- Sad?
- No.

Are you sad
that you left us?

I never left you.
That's my problem.

- Couldn't have you both.
- That's what you wanted.

Bullshit!

Bullshit!

- Everything could be different.
- We are what we do.

Alright.
I know my truth.

- We never understood each other.
- Maybe that's why I love you.

But it's not the time to get soft.

- We need to say goodbye.
- Go on... What's your last wish?

Tell me...

Is your pussy still hungry?

Age is not a factor,
I thought you knew.

- It's surprisingly beautiful.
- Only one thing on your mind.

- Also, glue is important.
- And paper.

No, not the blotting paper.

I know now why the kites didn't fly.

You know?

If I could have another go,
I'd use some other materials.

Last will

You've traded your hamster
for comic books

and you think
it was a good decision?

You think you're tough?

You're not.

This was the biggest mistake
in your life.

You've chosen creativity.

Over the feelings
you had for a living creature.

I just hope you won't be sorry.

It was great.

I think I'm in love.

I think I'm in love.

She's the best girl
I ever had.

All of Hubert Mysliwskis property,

including the apartment
on Gertuda Street, 130 square meters,

house left to him by his parents,
250 square meters,

and a large supply of pine wood
of the finest quality,

used for building premium kites,

which is worth 700000 zloty,

is left by his will to his first wife
and his oldest son.

I was able to buy a new penthouse.

I put a hamster cage in my living room,

but I didn't buy a hamster.

I didn't want to decide by myself
what age, color and sex it should be.

So I waited.

I was waiting for the guest of honor,
my second half of the apple.

I was sure I'd meet the right person
and we would adopt a little hamster.

And I'll prove my father wrong.

I didn't trade my feelings
for comic books.

I've made some other mistakes,
but not this one.

Since I'm a writer,
I could write a story like this.

My name is Krzysztof Mysliwski.

And my mother?

She regained her joy of life,
that she kind of lost lately.

For Mom

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