Your attention, boys.
I want your postcards stamped in Warsaw.
Write them now. We're leaving early in the morning.
I can send them.
We can do it at the station tomorrow.
Well, whatever.
Nice show, wasn't it?
You saw the one who played the flybane?
- Did you wash? - And you?
To the washroom, on the double!
- I have to go. - Well, go, then.
I'll be back in the morning.
Morning?
You!
Will you manage without me?
Of course I will, yes. Wait a minute.
Departure is at 7am.
- So we have to leave... - At 6:15.
At 6115.
To have time for breakfast.
- No tie? - No.
Well, good luck.
Boys, your postcards, please.
PEDESTRIAN SUBWAY
Excuse me, please.
Can you tell me where the nearest souvenir shop is?
On Marszalkowska Street.
- Not in the subway? - No.
Excuse me, Officer. Where is the souvenir shop?
Souvenirs? Over there.
Hey, you!
What a boor!
This photo should be showcased.
- But how? - Work it out for yourself.
Excuse me. The souvenir shop?
The one where they make frames now?
Exactly. Where is it?
Straight ahead and then turn left.
Sir, sir! Stop, please!
I'm looking for Swierczewskiego Street.
I don't know, sir.
Look at the map.
- Rue Swierczewskiego. - Swierczewskiego Street.
I don't speak French. Give me a break.
Lieutenant Wisniewski.
Lieutenant Wisniewski, please.
Hello?
- Jurek. - What, boss?
- Take the posters. - The one with Janosik?
Exactly.
Excuse me, sir.
Hi.
Come on in.
- Hello. - Hello.
I was just passing by.
Really? Right on time.
Let me.
Useful, aren't you?
Please give me...
Wait a minute.
I brought you flowers.
Just passing by, were you?
I've come for you.
That's nice.
Could you bring some water, please?
- Where is it? - To the right.
From the florist?
No, souvenirs.
Oh, souvenirs.
The loop's missing.
It came off ages ago.
No one to sew it back on?
No one.
Wait.
Miss Lena, I told you, it should be done by now.
Everybody else has finished.
I know, but your design is...
Don't you have the brains to tackle this?
Do I have to do it by myself?
- You've changed the design three times. - I have?
- Of course. - It's a design, you know.
I know that.
- Do it well for once. - Easy to say.
For God's sake, just finish it.
Good night.
Three times.
He changes the design and I have to stay up till dawn.
You like it, right?
- I do. - It's your taste.
- Lena? - What?
I've been thinking...
Could you hold it?
It doesn't make any sense,
you being here and me there.
It looks funny.
I understand you.
- But enough is enough. - What?
- You don't get it, do you? - What?
Lena...
Last night...
I went to this shop by the station.
It was snowing.
Really? Not here.
For the first time this year.
There was this train
and I decided to come.
I am sorry I came so late.
Do you have to sit like that?
Well?
- How did you find me? - I went to your flat.
Your roommate was there.
She told me you were here.
What an idiot.
How many times have I told her not to say?
You look tired.
I didn't sleep.
- You arrived today? - Yes, this morning.
Where are your things?
Nowhere. I just came for you.
Why?
I've been thinking.
And?
The kids keep asking about you.
The drawing lady.
Really?
They're building a swimming pool, and a gym.
Did you tell them you were leaving?
- No. - No?
No.
That's too bad.
All this looks strange, you know.
No longer reliable.
Long hair.
A jumper.
And then there's your coat. The loop's missing.
Lena.
Nervous, are you?
And you expect to become a head teacher?
Or do you no longer care? Has the ambition gone?
The phone.
I can hear it.
I don't need you.
Or anyone else.
Got a smoke?
Could you spare some cigarettes?
Where can I buy some?
No.
I've told you already.
Leave me alone.
You never smoked before.
No, I didn't. My make-up was different.
I was squeaky clean.
Out of bed at 7am each day.
I've filed for divorce.
I know.
You should return home.
Why all those people now?
"Get out of my house, you slut!" Remember?
Stop it.
I regret it.
But you were right.
What do you mean?
That you were right.
Come on, Lena.
I've come for you.
I regret saying that.
- I regret everything. - But you shouldn't.
I'm not teasing you. You really were right.
- You know why. - Yes, yes, yes.
I didn't care about you.
I understand now.
I didn't talk with you the way I should have.
It's not that at all.
That's the way I was then.
Disappointed, I guess.
The day it happened was wild, you know.
I didn't mean to say that.
- I'm really sorry now. - There's nothing to be sorry for.
Don't you understand that I slept with them?
With all of them.
- Your pal, Maciek, the head teacher. - With him?
Yes. He was a smart arse, remember? A tough nut to crack.
Hard to unsaddle.
With a student teacher too.
And you refused to notice,
up to your ears in your stupid career,
putting pencils in order,
telling people what to do from morning till night,
not wanting to miss an opportunity on the road to success.
While you wondered who to bow to, I slept with them all.
You're lying.
Why would I lie?
To get your own back.
No.
Do you still want me to come home?
Well?
Who's that?
Hello? Lena?
Hello?
Are you better off here?
Sure.
I'm free to do as I please.
Do you know what you want?
How about you?
You must pay a 50 zloty fine.
Throw it away.
What's that for?
It's 5:50am.
What is it?
You'll miss your train.
Which class are you with?
I'm in no hurry to catch a train.
You dropped your tickets.
When?
Get up.
Your cigarettes.
There's your tram. Get off at the third stop.
Bye.
Give me a call when you're next in Warsaw.