Warszawianka (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
People must have something
to feel safe.
Money… jobs…
promotions, apartments, land.
Stocks, faith, hope… love.
And a meaning of life, to boot.
Or at least a bedtime story…
- Nice to see you.
- …giving sense to it all.
Let's not fight.
5 years. That's what I'd get
if I fucking killed you.
It'd be a crime of passion,
I'd probably get out sooner, but
still…
- We're trying to bring her up.
- I know, I'm getting in the
way.
Us: me and you,
are trying to bring her up.
Don't make her day,
be a parent, understand?
What's wrong with that?
My father never cared whether
I was happy or not.
You're a father now.
The past is irrelevant.
When she came home,
she was totally happy.
And I wouldn't be OK
if I didn't tell you that.
But that undermines me,
understand?
Now she expects great all-night
trips
from everyone.
- I'm sorry.
- Cut the bullshit, Francois.
Bye.
No one calls me that anymore.
C'est la vie.
- Jesus…
- Fuck.
- What's going on?
- The opening.
- No! - Yes!
- I'm not going! - You are.
- I'm not going!
- You are!
- I'm not going anywhere.
- You are.
For fuck's sake.
Can't we stay home? We'd order…
fuck… something to eat.
Fucking look at me.
I got dressed, put make-up on
and went out… for you.
Although I feel just as you
look.
Drink this.
No, no, what are you…!
You have to.
Half.
"Thanks, Ela."
Thanks, Ela.
There he is!
Wojtek, over here!
Come, put it behind you.
I'll never put it behind me.
There… the fucking star.
Chill, relax.
Another one.
This is reality
- and in the mirror we see…
- Hi, Dad.
Franek!
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi!
This is my son, Franciszek.
He used to be a writer, and now…
Now he's just a son.
- Is it today or was it
yesterday?
- Tomorrow.
It's Franek's birthday tomorrow.
"Happy Birthday"!
You're 35 already.
- 40, Dad.
- I wanted to make us look
younger.
- Ravishing, as always.
- But still, you never remember
me.
And I can't sleep at night.
- Master Czulkowski, the
painting.
- One moment.
- It's you.
- Is it? - That's right.
It's a good thing you told me,
I thought it was Jack Nicholson.
But you know the story how Jack
and I swapped twin sisters?
I do, Dad.
Except it turned out later
the sisters swapped us.
Bedtime stories, Dad.
Listen, cherish this. Don't sell
it…
and don't drink it away.
- The Potockis are here.
- OK.
- Have fun.
- Thanks.
At least he didn't scold me.
I know you're 18, but don't be
12.
Thank you. As always.
You should, as always.
Bye!
Hi, where are you?
Here?
In my story everything was
simple.
When space got tight, I'd run.
When I felt lonely, I'd open the
door.
I was in control.
At least that's what I thought.
I've heard about this place.
Have you? What exactly?
That it's cool.
And you've got good coffee.
Unfortunately, I'm out of
coffee.
He's on his way.
Andrey. Toyota Prius.
Will we meet again?
Probably not.
Thanks for being honest.
It's better that way.
I see you through.
And…?
I thought you were different.
- How?
- Happier.
I'm not stupid.
You're not.
Hello. Could I get some coffee?
- Man, it's 2 am.
- But you're here.
- It's my place.
- And I live here.
- Why do you need coffee at 2
am?
- To sober up.
And drink on.
Get some blow.
I don't know...
My wife left me.
You need company?
That's my wife. That's my wife.
That's my wife. And that's my
wife.
Ex-wife.
I'm also divorced.
Got a kid?
A girl.
- Can you see her?
- Yeah.
How often?
Pretty often.
I get 10 minutes a month.
She stands there with her watch,
interrupting his every
sentence...
intercepting my presents.
The neighbour sends me MMSs.
LEGO blocks, in the dumpster.
Drone, in the dumpster. Bicycle…
in the dumpster.
Hey...
would you know how to get
that...
blow?
Hello?!
Fuck, is anyone there?
Or I'm calling the police!
Hello!
What the fuck?
The whole cafe is flooded!
Fucking hell.
- What are you doing here?
- Me? I came to work.
And you?
Czuly…
the whole joint is flooded.
From up here, all of it.
Everything, get it?
- Everything.
- Mother of…
Motherfucker.
We need to call Olka.
Dude, you owe me 4 months pay,
now this, I'm… totally fed up.
- I'll pay you next week.
- Like for the past 4 months.
- Go home then!
- No, I work here!
I'm responsible for this place,
unlike you!
She's going to kill me.
She'll fucking kill me!
All right, shit like this
happens.
What were you doing up there?
Can it stay between us?
That guy...
was miserable.
Hi, Olka.
Listen, we've got a situation.
- I'll kill you. - It was the
neighbour…
- You, Czuly, and the neighbour.
- I'm going to him.
- Hold on...
- Why, are you insured?
- Not against accidents.
I was joking, moron. You owe me
6 months
rent, you can't afford
insurance!
All right, but how much will it
cost?
New wiring, wall drying...
new floor, they'll find 20 other
things…
50 grand, that's a cheap option.
Don't give me that look,
I won't cover it.
Or you sue him, as the
leaseholder.
Whom?
Fucking Kim Dzong Un!
Franek!
- Good morning.
- Jesus, why aren't you at
school?
- What's wrong?
- Dad, what happened here?
A small accident.
Why aren't you at school?
- I got mad.
- At what?
Because I didn't study
for that stupid test.
- What test?
- Well...
It's not my fault the stuff at
class
is normal
and then the tests are like
100 times harder.
- You think anyone did any
better?
- I think your Mom is going to
kill me.
But OK, I came here to give you
your birthday present.
- Really?
- Because yesterday I forgot.
It's so pretty! Thank you.
Look!
It's beautiful, thank you.
You're the best. You've got
a lot more talent than Grandpa.
- Can I stay?
- No, honey, you can't.
You see what's going on.
Don't let it get wet.
- I'll help you out.
- No, hon. I'll take you to Mom.
- No...
- I promise I'll see you on the
weekend.
- I'll be back in 30 minutes.
- Shoes. - What?
Put your shoes on.
- Surprise.
- What's she doing here?
Bye, rascal.
- She came to me.
- But how? She had classes.
Are you suggesting I kidnapped
her
from school and brought her
here?
Am I fucked up?
I'm sorry, the cafe got flooded.
- But how did she get there?
- Beats me. She's a big girl.
Maybe she misses me?
Think about that.
- All right.
- Bye.
- I'll think about it. Take
care!
- I will.
Hi. Is Borygo here?
- In the back.
- Thanks.
Hi.
Borys!
Czuly?
- I'm afraid so.
- Yes?
- How've you been?
- Good. You?
Good.
Did you do any tests lately?
Bloodwork, lungs?
I feel great, Borys.
Better than in high school.
Strange things happen at our
age.
Out of nowhere.
Your pancreas can swell to the
size
of a football. And it's regular
size?
- Listen...
- I'm listening.
I need a loan.
I don't know... 50 grand?
It can be less.
I flooded my joint. The
neighbour did.
An elderly lady.
I can't shake her for the cash.
It would be inhuman.
- Sure.
- I need to handle it myself.
Sure.
That's a tough spot.
Do you really want it?
Because I think none of us
would.
Because you want to have at
least
one person you don't owe
anything to.
And I know you wouldn't pay me
back.
If I borrowed...
if I gave you that cash,
I'd have to dislike you,
and I like you, man.
And that counts more than money.
- True.
- I know it's true.
Be brave and strong.
Franek?
What are you doing?
- I'll be right back.
- Dude, this is your business!
Make it your business
for 5 fucking minutes!
A Czulkowski.
A double one.
I don't follow.
It's me.
My father painted me.
Czulkowski's kind of popularity
works against him.
- I don't get it.
- The market is full of him.
A huge demand, even greater
supply.
It'll sell fast, but for a
market price.
- 10,000.
- You're kidding.
30,000 and it's still a bargain.
- How did you come into
possession?
- I stole it. Are you
interested?
15,000. Any other gallery
would call the police.
Call them.
I'll just show them my ID.
And after years of dealing crap
you'll just lose a double
Czulkowski.
30,000. In cash.
You're back? That was fast.
Janek... give me a double
Bushmill's.
On the cuff?
The cops won't come here?
What the hell am I doing?
You're struggling.
How can I not struggle?
Let go.
Let go?
Some people cope,
because they're born that way.
DNA, simple as that.
Janek, give me a bottle of the
bubbly,
to go.
Let go...
Good, you're back.
I said: this week.
Wow.
Thanks.
Thank you.
You okay?
You might need this...
I flooded the Warszawska.
What?
I got wasted with… that dude.
I turned the water on in the tub
and I fell asleep…
The guy's probably still out
cold.
For fuck's sake.
Man, you're…
fucking unbelivable.
- Plus, I owe you a ton of cash…
- Hold it.
Hold it.
I like you. I like this place
and
I don't want to shut it down.
This whole mess, the debts, all
that…
we could treat it as your
investment.
Meaning we would become
partners,
Czuly.
You would remain as the manager,
but with a business partner. Me.
Just create the vibe, bring
people in.
You're awesome at that.
- Ola, it's really nice of you.
- No, it's not nice, Czuly.
- I could rent this to a 24/7.
- Why don't you?
Because I like this place, I
like you,
I'm trying to be a good person.
Great.
It's all really, really great.
But I've got a different idea.
OK… surprise me.
My idea is…
fuck all this.
- What?
- All of this.
I remember how you opened this
place.
- You said it was your home.
- What I owe you.
It's all yours, Ola.
Fuck.
- Hello.
- How do you fucking feel now?
Selling a gift that came
straight from my heart?
- Hi, Dad.
- You messed up like a stupid
cunt!
Do you always have to be
a little shit?
Hey, Dad. How are you?
And the worst thing is that
you got fucking made like an
altar boy.
You could've sold it for 50, 70
grand!
- That's my problem.
- No, it's my problem!
Because one Czulkowski got sold
for a lousy 30 grand
and now everybody will wonder
why should the pay more!
Yeah? And now what?
Hey!
- You're alive!
- Are you the owner?
- No, the owner is inside.
- I've done some serious damage.
It wasn't you.
- I was at your place last
night.
- Right, right...
We were drinking.
- I'm sorry.
- Stop it.
It wasn't you, it...
it was me, all me.
- Go, talk to her.
- Fuck it.
- I did.
- Hello.
Everything will be just fine,
Franek.
Say it to Marysia.
Once upon a time,
I think it was in the 70-ies…
David Bowie took a train
from Moscow to Paris,
with a stopover in Warsaw.
He got out for a moment
at the Gdanski Station,
took a stroll around Wilson
Square,
then got back on the train.
Shortly after that
he recorded a song about it.
The saddest one in the world.
He called it "Warszawa".
Not "Warsaw", not "Varsovie",
but… "Warszawa".
Warszawa is a deceiver.
She promises you a win,
whispering: "It's all yours"
in your ear,
so you love her like a mother…
you're her loyal soldier,
and she slaughters you.
Pretending to be your home,
she sucks your blood like
vampire
undefeated even by Hitler and
Stalin.
Smiling at you
like a ticket inspector at bum,
or a gynaecologist at a young
girl
who doesn't even remember
what the guy's name was.
You can drink,
fuck, dream and love in Warsaw…
but always on credit...
Listening to "Warszawa",
I think that Bowie was scared...
That his train might leave
without him,
and he'd be stuck here forever.
In Warsaw, like a prisoner.
Like the Count of Monte Cristo.
David Bowie made it for his
train.
As for me, I missed the whole
fucking platform.
to feel safe.
Money… jobs…
promotions, apartments, land.
Stocks, faith, hope… love.
And a meaning of life, to boot.
Or at least a bedtime story…
- Nice to see you.
- …giving sense to it all.
Let's not fight.
5 years. That's what I'd get
if I fucking killed you.
It'd be a crime of passion,
I'd probably get out sooner, but
still…
- We're trying to bring her up.
- I know, I'm getting in the
way.
Us: me and you,
are trying to bring her up.
Don't make her day,
be a parent, understand?
What's wrong with that?
My father never cared whether
I was happy or not.
You're a father now.
The past is irrelevant.
When she came home,
she was totally happy.
And I wouldn't be OK
if I didn't tell you that.
But that undermines me,
understand?
Now she expects great all-night
trips
from everyone.
- I'm sorry.
- Cut the bullshit, Francois.
Bye.
No one calls me that anymore.
C'est la vie.
- Jesus…
- Fuck.
- What's going on?
- The opening.
- No! - Yes!
- I'm not going! - You are.
- I'm not going!
- You are!
- I'm not going anywhere.
- You are.
For fuck's sake.
Can't we stay home? We'd order…
fuck… something to eat.
Fucking look at me.
I got dressed, put make-up on
and went out… for you.
Although I feel just as you
look.
Drink this.
No, no, what are you…!
You have to.
Half.
"Thanks, Ela."
Thanks, Ela.
There he is!
Wojtek, over here!
Come, put it behind you.
I'll never put it behind me.
There… the fucking star.
Chill, relax.
Another one.
This is reality
- and in the mirror we see…
- Hi, Dad.
Franek!
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi!
This is my son, Franciszek.
He used to be a writer, and now…
Now he's just a son.
- Is it today or was it
yesterday?
- Tomorrow.
It's Franek's birthday tomorrow.
"Happy Birthday"!
You're 35 already.
- 40, Dad.
- I wanted to make us look
younger.
- Ravishing, as always.
- But still, you never remember
me.
And I can't sleep at night.
- Master Czulkowski, the
painting.
- One moment.
- It's you.
- Is it? - That's right.
It's a good thing you told me,
I thought it was Jack Nicholson.
But you know the story how Jack
and I swapped twin sisters?
I do, Dad.
Except it turned out later
the sisters swapped us.
Bedtime stories, Dad.
Listen, cherish this. Don't sell
it…
and don't drink it away.
- The Potockis are here.
- OK.
- Have fun.
- Thanks.
At least he didn't scold me.
I know you're 18, but don't be
12.
Thank you. As always.
You should, as always.
Bye!
Hi, where are you?
Here?
In my story everything was
simple.
When space got tight, I'd run.
When I felt lonely, I'd open the
door.
I was in control.
At least that's what I thought.
I've heard about this place.
Have you? What exactly?
That it's cool.
And you've got good coffee.
Unfortunately, I'm out of
coffee.
He's on his way.
Andrey. Toyota Prius.
Will we meet again?
Probably not.
Thanks for being honest.
It's better that way.
I see you through.
And…?
I thought you were different.
- How?
- Happier.
I'm not stupid.
You're not.
Hello. Could I get some coffee?
- Man, it's 2 am.
- But you're here.
- It's my place.
- And I live here.
- Why do you need coffee at 2
am?
- To sober up.
And drink on.
Get some blow.
I don't know...
My wife left me.
You need company?
That's my wife. That's my wife.
That's my wife. And that's my
wife.
Ex-wife.
I'm also divorced.
Got a kid?
A girl.
- Can you see her?
- Yeah.
How often?
Pretty often.
I get 10 minutes a month.
She stands there with her watch,
interrupting his every
sentence...
intercepting my presents.
The neighbour sends me MMSs.
LEGO blocks, in the dumpster.
Drone, in the dumpster. Bicycle…
in the dumpster.
Hey...
would you know how to get
that...
blow?
Hello?!
Fuck, is anyone there?
Or I'm calling the police!
Hello!
What the fuck?
The whole cafe is flooded!
Fucking hell.
- What are you doing here?
- Me? I came to work.
And you?
Czuly…
the whole joint is flooded.
From up here, all of it.
Everything, get it?
- Everything.
- Mother of…
Motherfucker.
We need to call Olka.
Dude, you owe me 4 months pay,
now this, I'm… totally fed up.
- I'll pay you next week.
- Like for the past 4 months.
- Go home then!
- No, I work here!
I'm responsible for this place,
unlike you!
She's going to kill me.
She'll fucking kill me!
All right, shit like this
happens.
What were you doing up there?
Can it stay between us?
That guy...
was miserable.
Hi, Olka.
Listen, we've got a situation.
- I'll kill you. - It was the
neighbour…
- You, Czuly, and the neighbour.
- I'm going to him.
- Hold on...
- Why, are you insured?
- Not against accidents.
I was joking, moron. You owe me
6 months
rent, you can't afford
insurance!
All right, but how much will it
cost?
New wiring, wall drying...
new floor, they'll find 20 other
things…
50 grand, that's a cheap option.
Don't give me that look,
I won't cover it.
Or you sue him, as the
leaseholder.
Whom?
Fucking Kim Dzong Un!
Franek!
- Good morning.
- Jesus, why aren't you at
school?
- What's wrong?
- Dad, what happened here?
A small accident.
Why aren't you at school?
- I got mad.
- At what?
Because I didn't study
for that stupid test.
- What test?
- Well...
It's not my fault the stuff at
class
is normal
and then the tests are like
100 times harder.
- You think anyone did any
better?
- I think your Mom is going to
kill me.
But OK, I came here to give you
your birthday present.
- Really?
- Because yesterday I forgot.
It's so pretty! Thank you.
Look!
It's beautiful, thank you.
You're the best. You've got
a lot more talent than Grandpa.
- Can I stay?
- No, honey, you can't.
You see what's going on.
Don't let it get wet.
- I'll help you out.
- No, hon. I'll take you to Mom.
- No...
- I promise I'll see you on the
weekend.
- I'll be back in 30 minutes.
- Shoes. - What?
Put your shoes on.
- Surprise.
- What's she doing here?
Bye, rascal.
- She came to me.
- But how? She had classes.
Are you suggesting I kidnapped
her
from school and brought her
here?
Am I fucked up?
I'm sorry, the cafe got flooded.
- But how did she get there?
- Beats me. She's a big girl.
Maybe she misses me?
Think about that.
- All right.
- Bye.
- I'll think about it. Take
care!
- I will.
Hi. Is Borygo here?
- In the back.
- Thanks.
Hi.
Borys!
Czuly?
- I'm afraid so.
- Yes?
- How've you been?
- Good. You?
Good.
Did you do any tests lately?
Bloodwork, lungs?
I feel great, Borys.
Better than in high school.
Strange things happen at our
age.
Out of nowhere.
Your pancreas can swell to the
size
of a football. And it's regular
size?
- Listen...
- I'm listening.
I need a loan.
I don't know... 50 grand?
It can be less.
I flooded my joint. The
neighbour did.
An elderly lady.
I can't shake her for the cash.
It would be inhuman.
- Sure.
- I need to handle it myself.
Sure.
That's a tough spot.
Do you really want it?
Because I think none of us
would.
Because you want to have at
least
one person you don't owe
anything to.
And I know you wouldn't pay me
back.
If I borrowed...
if I gave you that cash,
I'd have to dislike you,
and I like you, man.
And that counts more than money.
- True.
- I know it's true.
Be brave and strong.
Franek?
What are you doing?
- I'll be right back.
- Dude, this is your business!
Make it your business
for 5 fucking minutes!
A Czulkowski.
A double one.
I don't follow.
It's me.
My father painted me.
Czulkowski's kind of popularity
works against him.
- I don't get it.
- The market is full of him.
A huge demand, even greater
supply.
It'll sell fast, but for a
market price.
- 10,000.
- You're kidding.
30,000 and it's still a bargain.
- How did you come into
possession?
- I stole it. Are you
interested?
15,000. Any other gallery
would call the police.
Call them.
I'll just show them my ID.
And after years of dealing crap
you'll just lose a double
Czulkowski.
30,000. In cash.
You're back? That was fast.
Janek... give me a double
Bushmill's.
On the cuff?
The cops won't come here?
What the hell am I doing?
You're struggling.
How can I not struggle?
Let go.
Let go?
Some people cope,
because they're born that way.
DNA, simple as that.
Janek, give me a bottle of the
bubbly,
to go.
Let go...
Good, you're back.
I said: this week.
Wow.
Thanks.
Thank you.
You okay?
You might need this...
I flooded the Warszawska.
What?
I got wasted with… that dude.
I turned the water on in the tub
and I fell asleep…
The guy's probably still out
cold.
For fuck's sake.
Man, you're…
fucking unbelivable.
- Plus, I owe you a ton of cash…
- Hold it.
Hold it.
I like you. I like this place
and
I don't want to shut it down.
This whole mess, the debts, all
that…
we could treat it as your
investment.
Meaning we would become
partners,
Czuly.
You would remain as the manager,
but with a business partner. Me.
Just create the vibe, bring
people in.
You're awesome at that.
- Ola, it's really nice of you.
- No, it's not nice, Czuly.
- I could rent this to a 24/7.
- Why don't you?
Because I like this place, I
like you,
I'm trying to be a good person.
Great.
It's all really, really great.
But I've got a different idea.
OK… surprise me.
My idea is…
fuck all this.
- What?
- All of this.
I remember how you opened this
place.
- You said it was your home.
- What I owe you.
It's all yours, Ola.
Fuck.
- Hello.
- How do you fucking feel now?
Selling a gift that came
straight from my heart?
- Hi, Dad.
- You messed up like a stupid
cunt!
Do you always have to be
a little shit?
Hey, Dad. How are you?
And the worst thing is that
you got fucking made like an
altar boy.
You could've sold it for 50, 70
grand!
- That's my problem.
- No, it's my problem!
Because one Czulkowski got sold
for a lousy 30 grand
and now everybody will wonder
why should the pay more!
Yeah? And now what?
Hey!
- You're alive!
- Are you the owner?
- No, the owner is inside.
- I've done some serious damage.
It wasn't you.
- I was at your place last
night.
- Right, right...
We were drinking.
- I'm sorry.
- Stop it.
It wasn't you, it...
it was me, all me.
- Go, talk to her.
- Fuck it.
- I did.
- Hello.
Everything will be just fine,
Franek.
Say it to Marysia.
Once upon a time,
I think it was in the 70-ies…
David Bowie took a train
from Moscow to Paris,
with a stopover in Warsaw.
He got out for a moment
at the Gdanski Station,
took a stroll around Wilson
Square,
then got back on the train.
Shortly after that
he recorded a song about it.
The saddest one in the world.
He called it "Warszawa".
Not "Warsaw", not "Varsovie",
but… "Warszawa".
Warszawa is a deceiver.
She promises you a win,
whispering: "It's all yours"
in your ear,
so you love her like a mother…
you're her loyal soldier,
and she slaughters you.
Pretending to be your home,
she sucks your blood like
vampire
undefeated even by Hitler and
Stalin.
Smiling at you
like a ticket inspector at bum,
or a gynaecologist at a young
girl
who doesn't even remember
what the guy's name was.
You can drink,
fuck, dream and love in Warsaw…
but always on credit...
Listening to "Warszawa",
I think that Bowie was scared...
That his train might leave
without him,
and he'd be stuck here forever.
In Warsaw, like a prisoner.
Like the Count of Monte Cristo.
David Bowie made it for his
train.
As for me, I missed the whole
fucking platform.