5: A Short Film About Murder Slovsky Starring: Miroslaw Bakazhtov Globishyan Tesage Awards: 1987 Cannes Film Festival Jury Prize; 1987 European Film Best Film Felix Award ; 1988 San Sebastian Film Festival Jury Prize Produced by Polish TV and West German SFB TV Compilation: Dai Jinhua 's dim screen is covered with a dark green. (This green color will be everywhere, covering the whole film) Accompanied by the ferocious and silent sound, half of the picture shows a sewer, and the garbage soaked in the water is like a surreal picture in the quiet green. Subtitles appear on the other half of the screen. Cut to a dead mouse in the sewer, a crumpled cigarette case drifted past, hit the mouse and stopped. Children's shouts are heard outside the painting. A shot from a window shows a group of children running by in the background, and the camera slowly rises to reveal a black cat apparently hanged from the window frame. The cat's rigid body swayed soothingly by the window. Launch the title. 1. Exterior scene, a new building in Warsaw, with the harsh opening sound of rusty doors during the day, the glass of the door reflects the towering, dull gray buildings in the background. Then, the taxi driver, Wodemara, walked out of the taxi stand. This is a middle-aged man, somewhat bald and slightly fat, with a round face with no features, with a certain cunning and cowardly look. He walked forward with a bucket in his hand. Suddenly, a mass of rags fell from upstairs, just below his feet, almost hitting him. He looked up—of course there was no one. He picked up the rag and continued walking. 2. Exterior, Warsaw city, daytime
A young man with tousled hair stares boredly at a window with a movie screen. It was a sex scene. The window showed his blurred face. The church bells rang in the distance. When his eyes shifted to the close-up of the heroine, he turned and walked towards the ticket office. This is Jacek. A thin young man, very young. His face was cold and brutish rather than ugly. From the disheveled hair, shabby clothes, and aimless steps, this is a homeless man.
3. INT. TAXI STATION - DAY AN OLD
MAN (HOLDING A LONG BREAD): Throwing out a wad of rags? Just in time.
Wodmara (with gloomy eyes) Someone's trying to slash me with it.
old man: cut you? Are you hitting?
Wardmara: No. (The old man is picking up the second loaf) Do you know whose it is?
The old man shyly put the bread back in its place and took one from the other basket.
With a soft cry, a chubby tabby cat came out of the dark.
WODMARA (staring gloomily at it): I can't stand cats. Will pretend to be garlic, like a human.
4. INTERIOR, TICKET OFFICE, DIMENSIONAL DAY DAY
. Movies are showing inside. Only the small window of the ticket booth was lit, and there was a haggard woman sitting inside. Jacek looked in for a while, then went to the window. The woman is attentively arranging her hair in the mirror outside the painting.
Jacek: Are there any good movies?
WOMAN (without looking back): No. That movie was boring.
Jacek (looks into the auditorium, then goes back to the window): What?
woman: love. But boring. (Glances at Jacek and continues to cut hair) We're not opening the door anyway. What about a meeting.
Jacek (turns bored for a while, then turns to the woman): What are you doing?
WOMAN (glances at Jacek): Pulls out a few white hairs.
Jacek: Where can I call a taxi?
Woman: Castle Square.
5. INTERIOR, LAW SCHOOL EXAM, DAY
A soft and sad piano sounded. The test takers were walking around. Piot sat uneasily, visibly nervous. This is a handsome young man with a sensitive and dignified face. He smiled and answered a question from someone outside the painting: "Come to take the test."
6. EXTERIOR, Warsaw New District, during the day,
Wadmara came from a distance with two buckets of water. He opened the car door and turned on the radio. There was a funny face on the window. He closed the door immediately. A bucket of clean water was poured, and the water ran down the front window.
7. EXT. Warsaw City,
Jacek wandering the streets during the day. A group of young people were noisy and screaming in front of a store. Jacek stepped aside.
8. INT. LAW SCHOOL EXAM - DAY
PIOT is nervously lighting a cigarette during the day. Off-screen: "Piot Baritsky," he replied nervously. Outside: "Please come in now."
9. Exterior, downtown Warsaw, during the day,
one hand skillfully drew a sketch of a little girl on paper. Opposite a little girl in a red dress sitting in a high chair smiling.
Painter (off-screen): Would you like a portrait too?
Jacek (voice-over): How much?
Painter (off-screen): Two hundred dollars.
Jacek (voice-over): How much effort did it take?
Painter (a man with a beard and a red headband, to Jacek): What do you mean, little thing? It's not calculated by time, it's calculated by genius. What are your specialties?
Jacek: No.
Painter (contemptuously): Would you make shoes, or would you plant trees?
Jacek: Trees? I understand trees.
Painter: That's it, little guy.
He chuckled, took a sip from the bottle, and continued painting. Jacek walked away bored. After a while, he walked back.
Jacek: Is the Castle Square this way?
Painter: The nose will take you there.
10. INTERIOR, LAW SCHOOL EXAM, DAY
The examiners offered a cup of tea.
PIOT (slightly hesitantly): It's not that I don't know the answer to this question...I've asked myself many times. When I passed the entrance exam, the answer was easy, but when I graduated four years later, I wasn't so sure. ...and today, that's a good question: Why should I be a trainee lawyer? Maybe it's what I want? Or what am I expecting?
Examiner (kindly): I would like to know what you think.
Piot: In one sentence - the answer is, "I don't know". This job appeals to me. I saw a lot during my internship.
A different and gloomy voice sounded.
11. EXT. Warsaw City,
Jacek wanders the deserted streets during the day.
12. INT. LAW SCHOOL EXAM - DAY
PIOT: The role of the law is clearly in the interest of society. Say no to me, it's helpful. Perhaps most importantly, if all goes well, this job will provide me with the opportunity to meet and understand many people that I would not have been able to do in any other profession. This is what I do.
13. EXTERIOR, Warsaw New District - Daytime
Wadmara is vigorously wiping his car while whistling briskly.
14. INTERNATIONAL LAW SCHOOL EXAM - DAY
PIOT: As time goes on, the answer to this question is getting blurry. There are times when we all get confused by certain issues in our work. I'm afraid I have too many doubts.
15. EXT. WARSAW -
DAY Jacek is crossing the street when suddenly a group of people run wildly past him, almost knocking him over. He turned to look. The man who ran at the front was horrified to find that it was a dead end, and he desperately climbed up the high iron gate in front of him, and the men behind chased him, dragged him down, and began to beat him savagely. Then they dragged the man into a side street. Jacek watched all this with a blank face and turned to leave.
16. Exterior view, Warsaw New District, daytime
A van passed by the taxi and stopped in front of it. The truck driver shouted to the outside of the picture, "I brought what you asked for." Wardmara followed the prestige and saw two girls approaching the truck. The one in front shouted, "Come on, Bita!" The girl named Bita was wearing a red blouse and bare her strong legs. This piqued the interest of taxi drivers. Beata climbed into the van and took out a basket of vegetables. She obviously felt the gaze behind her, and looked back coquettishly. The taxi driver took out a cigarette, lit it, and followed Bita with lustful eyes.
17. EXTERIOR, WARSAW CITY, PLAZA,
DAY Jacek pulls out a cigarette and lights it, staring gloomily at a group of tourist-like people waiting for taxis one by one.
On one side of the square, an old man guarding the pigeons shouted to Jacek: "Go away! You scared the pigeons away!" Jacek turned his head slightly. The old man shouted again sharply: "Go away!" Jacek went to meet the old man, and suddenly he ran towards the pigeons, and the pigeons were all startled. Jacek put on his satchel and walked away.
18. EXTERIOR, Warsaw New District, during the day, the
taxi driver whistles and waxes his body. A pair of well-dressed young men and women came along arm in arm.
Card man: Is the car empty?
Wardmara: See for yourself.
Woman: Let's wait in the car. It's too cold.
The answer was that Vodmara closed the open door. The man and woman reluctantly hid in the taxi stand. The man looked this way from time to time.
19. EXTERIOR, Warsaw City,
looking down from the crossing bridge during the day, there are endless traffic on the road. Jacek leaned over the bridge rail, looking boredly under the bridge from between his clasped hands, as a taxi drove away with the trunk open. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the two fist-sized broken stones on the bridge rail. He took one and moved one finger to the bridge rail. He watched the traffic under the bridge, took aim at one, and threw the stone down. A car horn sounded along with the sound of glass shattering. Jacek turned to leave.
20. INT, LAW SCHOOL EXAM, DAY
EXAMINE: How do you assess the effect of punishment on crime prevention?
Piot: Generally speaking, the effect of punishment affects other aspects, but does not help the crime. The imitation of punishment encourages crime. Want to be more specific?
Examiner: Please.
Piot: Punishment uses some legal provisions to deter criminals. Specifically, deterring crime by convicting a person. Crime is prevented by deterrence and intimidation. You can find a similar example in Article 50 of the Criminal Code.
Examiner: I don't like your sarcastic tone.
Piot: That's because the laws are often too harsh.
Examiner (holds back a smile): Maybe you can cite some recognized authority to support your argument?
Piot: Since Cain, punishment has not improved the world or eliminated sin.
The examiners smiled knowingly.
Examiner: Do you want to trace the origin?
Piot (laughing): No need for that.
21. EXTERIOR, Warsaw New District,
Wodemara sits in the car during the day, carefully wiping the interior of the car. An old woman passed by, and Bita chased after him: I'm sorry, you didn't pay for the soup. The old woman looked at her bag and walked back to the vegetable station. Wadmara's eyes always followed Bita. She bent over and fastened the loose shoelaces.
Wardmara (opens car door) Wanna go for a ride, Miss Beata?
Bita stood up, smiled faintly, and walked away exaggeratedly twisting her waist.
The man who was still waiting in the station looked over and saw that it was basically in order, and turned around to greet his female companion. At the same time, Wadmara noticed his behavior. He quickly put the tools in the trunk and started the car. The man shouted angrily and chased after him, and the car drove away. The man watched the car drive away angrily and helplessly.
22. EXTERIOR, Warsaw City,
a busy street full of noise during the day. Jacek is still wandering. Suddenly a window lit by a warm orange-red light caught his eye. He walked over slowly, his eyes focused and soft.
23. Exterior view, Warsaw New District, daytime
Wardmara drove through the drab, ugly new buildings in an empty car. A dog crouched beside the empty and lonely road came into view. Wadmara stopped the car, and the squatting dog had childish, pitiful eyes. The driver opened the door and picked up a sandwich: "My wife made it. A piece?" He threw it at random. The dog opened his mouth to catch it and ate greedily. Wadmara encouraged him with a smile: "Go ahead and eat it." The dog chewed the sandwich and licked its lips greedily.
24. EXTERIOR, Warsaw City,
warm music during the day. In the shop window illuminated by the orange light, there is a high-profile photo of a girl who is confirming her convictions. She is wearing a white garland and a long white gauze skirt. The camera slowly panned away, revealing a photo of a girl with the same style. Jacek outside the window, his face illuminated by the orange light showed emotion for the first time. He turned thoughtfully and entered the photo studio.
25. INTERNATIONAL LAW SCHOOL EXAM - DAY
PIOT paces anxiously outside the exam room, waiting for the test results.
26. INT. PHOTO GALLERY,
DAY Jacek (politely): Good morning.
A girl at the counter is sorting photos. She answered Jacek's greeting.
Jacek: I have... (He begins to rummage in his satchel. He pulls out an iron rod and a coil of rope and puts it on the counter)
Girl: Are you here to store things?
Jacek (seemingly stunned by this little malice, but with restraint): No.
Girl: Well, I just thought...
Jacek (finding what he wanted): I have a picture here. (hands it over) Can you make it bigger?
The girl shows pictures. It was a photo of a girl—a little girl wearing a white wreath, a white gauze skirt, a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and a childish smile. The photo is yellowed and full of creases, folded in half from the middle.
Girl: The creases will show.
Jacek scrambled to take back the photo, as if he was afraid that someone would take it away. After hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind: "It doesn't matter." He handed the photo back to the girl.
Girl: All right. (Gets up and walks back to the darkroom)
Jacek (stops her, hopefully): Tell me, is that true? Can you tell from a photo if the person is alive or dead?
Girl: Are you making fun of me?
Jacek stood there blankly.
27. EXT. WARSAW CITY - DAY
Wodemara drives into the city during the day and parks his car next to a lottery ticket booth. He and the old man who sold lottery tickets were obviously old acquaintances.
Old man: how?
Wardmara: Good. (He pulls out his pen) As usual, give me the last number.
Old Man: 17.
Wardmara: 17? I already have it.
Old man: 16.
Wardmara: 16? so close.
Old man: Well then - 15.
Wardmara filled in the numbers and sent the lottery in.
Old man: Your ticket is always so clean.
Wardmara: I congratulate sloppy.
Old man: You are the lucky guy. How much did you do last month?
Wardmara: 416.
Old man: It was 1200 last fall, right? It was 46 last week. You don't lose or gain.
WODMARA (with gloomy eyes): That's all I do. But you always live by hope, I know how it feels...
Old man: Yes.
28. EXT. Warsaw City,
Jacek roaming the streets during the day. Two dozen demonstrators, shouting rhythmically, ran past Jacek and ran away. Jacek watched them blankly.
29.
INT. LAW SCHOOL EXAM - DAY A VOICE OUTSIDE THE DAY: Mr. Piotr Baritsky.
Piot walked into the exam room, nervously awaiting the "sentence."
Examiner: You'll be glad to hear (with a smile on Piot's face) that you passed the exam. After four years of study and more than four years of internships, we welcome you, colleagues!
Piot ecstatically shook hands with the examiners.
Examiners: Congratulations!
30. INT. PUBLIC TOILET -
DAY Jacek urinates in front of the urinal. A jovial man whistled and jumped in, smiling gleefully at Jacek. Jacek buttoned his trousers expressionlessly, and as he passed behind the man, he suddenly shoved him to the ground. Looking at the stunned man who fell to the ground, Jacek smiled happily.
31. EXTERIOR, WARSAW CITY, IN THE DAY, the
agitated music starts. Piot rode a motorcycle ecstatically through the traffic on the street. His body left the seat, smiling cheerfully at everyone. When he turned a corner and was forced to stop at a red light, he shouted to a taxi beside him, "I passed the test! I'm a trial lawyer! Trial lawyer!" Inside the car, Wardma Pulling his lips in disapproval, he rolled up the car window. But Piot was still happily knocking on the window and gesturing to him. As soon as the red light changed, Wardmara immediately started the car and left. Piot was still laughing and shouting happily. Inside the car, Wardmara shook his head contemptuously.
32. EXT. TAXI STATION -
DAY Jacek is engrossed in a taxi stand as a car pulls in and picks up passengers. Just as he was trying to walk over, he suddenly saw a policeman patrolling across the road. He instinctively took two steps back, trying to hide in the shadows. Taxi after taxi came in to pick up passengers. Jacek watched anxiously.
33. EXT. PLAZA - DAY
- PIOT'S GIRL SHOWN BY THE ROAD, smiling, "Stop, Piot, you're crazy!" But Piot still gallops around her laughing . As he drove towards the center of the square, he smiled and shouted to his girlfriend: "Come up!" The girlfriend ran towards him. Even though the backseat of the miniature scooter could barely fit anyone, Piot galloped away with his girlfriend.
34. EXTERIOR, TAXI STATION, DAY
A red sedan stopped beside Jacek. The driver - a very young guy leaned out: "Exuseme." Jacek
: German?
The young man smiled inexplicably.
Jacek: Bulgarians?
Young man (understood): NO.Enyish.
Jacek shrugged contemptuously. The boy drove away in disappointment.
On the other side of the station, Wadmara waited bored outside the station for a pit stop. He saw a woman walking across the road with two pugs. He honked his horn sharply, and the puppy was startled, and one ran away. Seeing this, Ward wrote a smug smile.
Across the road, the police are still patrolling.
Jacek stared at him, turned helplessly and walked to a nearby cafe. On the side of the road, a gypsy woman stopped him: "Let me calculate your future! Just spend a few zlotys for the child." Jacek ignored it and walked forward. Woman: "You're going to travel..." Jacek suddenly turned around and shouted viciously: "No!" The woman cursed angrily.
35. CAFÉ -
DAY Jacek walks in. At the table by the window sat Piot and his girlfriend. Jacek passed behind them.
Girlfriend (smiling sweetly and sadly): No, I'm not afraid of anything. (She catches a glimpse of the gypsy outside the window and reaches out to Piot with a smile) Let me figure out your future.
Piot smiled and lowered his head.
Girlfriend: I'll be honest.
Piot: Well, be honest.
His girlfriend held his hand tenderly and was known for being attentive.
Jacek went to the counter.
Waiter: What do you want?
Jacek: Tea.
Waiter: No tea is served.
Jacek: So what do you have?
Waiter: Coffee, cake.
Jacek: Coffee, a piece of cake.
Waiter: Which one?
Jacek: Chocolate cream. (critically) No, not that one. wrong. another piece.
The girlfriend carefully looked at Piot's palm prints, and the two smiled at each other knowingly.
Girlfriend: I see a long lifeline...happiness...two children...
Piot (looking at her expectantly): When?
Jacek found a table by the window with a view of the police post and started greedily eating his share. Police are still patrolling. A little while later, a police car came and the cop got in and left - he was laid off. Seeing this, Jacek quickly finished eating, and took out the roll of rope from the satchel under the table. He twisted the end of the rope tightly and began winding the rope tightly around his right hand. Suddenly, a sound of knocking on the glass window caught his attention, and he followed the sound to see two blond girls who had just left school playing outside the window. He tucked the rope back into the bag, scooped up the coffee grounds with a spoon, and threw it on the glass in front of the little girls, who laughed happily, and Jacek looked at them, smiling as happily as they did. With a smile on his face, he watched the little girl go away. The smile faded, and with a gloomier expression, he began wrapping the rope tightly around his palm again.
Piot and his girlfriend sat peacefully together.
Piot: There were moments when everything seemed possible, the future was clear, the opportunities seemed limitless. I had a moment like this when I graduated high school. Again today.
Girlfriend (gently): That's when you've passed an important stage where the future has unfolded for you.
Piot: Exactly.
Girlfriend: Know what I'm thinking?
Piot: Tell me.
Girlfriend: People will love you, just like me right now.
Piot looked up at her affectionately.
The ropes were wrapped tightly around Jacek's right hand. A man and a woman walked past, and Jacek discreetly hid his hands under the table. He looked around for a while, and came to a cart picking up cutlery. He drank the rest of the milk from a milk bottle, then picked out a knife and scraped away the dirt.
36. EXTERIOR, TAXI STATION, DAY
Wardmara sat in the car. In the distance he saw a man walking towards his car with a drunk man on his back. He leaned back in his chair with disdain. As the two approached, he abruptly started the car and drove away from the station. The supporter chased after two steps, and had no choice but to turn around to help the drunk.
37.
CAFÉ laboriously cuts off the excess rope with his dining knife and stuffs it into his bag. Then he carefully spit into the rest of the coffee.
38.
OUTSIDE THE CAFÉ -DAY Jacek walks straight to the taxi boarding point. Wardmara's car just made a pit stop. Then two men rushed to the station.
Pedestrian (to Jacek) Excuse me, are you going to Moktovo?
Jacek: No, Vola.
Pedestrian: We are in a hurry.
Jacek pushed them aside and got into the car.
Jacek (to Vodmara): Moktovo.
WODMARA (turns back suspiciously): What did you just say?
Jacek: Walla.
In the mirrors a yellow sedan behind it can be seen starting.
Jacek (darkly): Don't be too fast.
Wardmara: Can't wait.
The taxi pulled up on the street. An ominous, gloomy sound rang out.
39. CAFÉ, DAY
- PIOT's face is full of sadness.
Girlfriend: What's the matter?
Piot: No. I was just thinking that life might not be that simple.
40. EXTERIOR, ROAD, DAY
Taxis are driving on the road. The gloomy music grew louder. The car stopped. The camera shows a surveyor (silent witness) in dry red overalls holding a ruler in the center of the way out. He turned his head slowly, and his eyes seemed to be directed towards Jacek in the car. His face was not so much reproach, but sadness. In the car, Jacek seemed unable to bear the gaze, he shrank back, hiding his face in the shadows. An erratic voice murmured. The sound disappeared. The surveyor ducked to the side of the road, and the vehicle sped away.
The car drives into the suburbs. Jacek moved unobtrusively behind Vodmara. As if thirsty, he licked his parched lips with difficulty.
Jacek: Can you close the window? too cold.
He pulled out his right hand wrapped around the rope from his satchel and carefully looked for the end of the rope. The car stopped suddenly. Jacek raised his head nervously. In front of the car, a female teacher was crossing the road with a group of elementary school students. Wardmara smiled politely. The car is on the road again. Dusk fell, reflecting the gradually desolate surroundings. Jacek moved his right hand and looked up at the road.
Jacek: Turn left from here.
Wardmara: It's faster to go straight.
Jacek: I want to go this route.
Wardmara: Whatever you want.
The car left the road and turned into a small road. The surroundings were quieter, and no one was there.
Jacek pulled the end of the rope and wrapped it tightly around his other hand.
Jacek (to Vodmara) Park your car here.
Wardmara: You're not going anywhere if you stop here.
Jacek: I don't want to go anywhere anyway.
——At the same time, Jacek slammed the rope on Vodemara's head and tensed with both hands. The rope was stuck in Vodmara's mouth, and he couldn't make a sound, he could only pull on the rope desperately. The car slid forward wobbly, and Wardmara instinctively tried to grip the steering wheel. The car came to a stop on an uphill, the wheels idling in the mud for a moment, and finally stopped. Jacek tugged at the rope frantically and relentlessly. In the struggle, Wardmara kicked one foot, and the shoe and socks slipped. His pulling hands just pulled the rope stuck in his mouth to his neck. An inhuman sound came from his throat.
Not far away, on the high roadbed, a person just happened to ride a bicycle. The inhuman sound of the car seemed to have caught his attention, and he slowed down.
In the car, Wardmara's hands could no longer hold the noose.
On the road tomb, the cyclist rode steadily away. It was a peaceful winter evening.
In the car, Jacek, who was almost incapable, tightened the ropes. His face, like Wadmara, was deformed in the struggle, and it was extremely hideous and ugly. Wadmara struggled to reach for the horn, which rang. Once or twice, he finally grasped the horn firmly, and the long and loud horn echoed in the open field. But what answered it was the languid glance back of a gray horse in the field; the chimneys of the distant factories spewed silently black smoke; in the twilight there was only deathly silence.
Breathless, Jacek gritted the rope with his teeth, freed one hand, and wrapped the rope around Vodmara's neck one after another, tying the knot to the driver's seat pillow. Then he rushed out of the car in a panic, opened the front door, swung the iron bar, and hit Wadmara's horn again and again on the horn's arm, and finally the hand slipped off. Silence came suddenly. But moments later, the silence was broken. Jacek looked for the reputation, and in the distance, a train whistle came. Jacek hurriedly hid in the car. Just then, Vodmara suddenly began a new struggle, his hands reaching for the rope spasmodically. The train rumbled past, drowning in the terrifying moans of Wadmara. Wadmara hugged the pillow, and he pulled it off the back of the chair with inhuman strength. In the back seat, Jacek witnessed this scene. He rushed out of the car, opened the door on the side of Wadmara, and slammed Wadmala on the head with an iron rod. Finally, the struggle stopped, and Wadmara's fat body fell down sharply. Meanwhile, his upper dentures fell to the ground. Jacek covered his mouth with his stick-wielding hand, and he almost vomited. After a while, he stomped hard on the denture with one foot, trying to step it into the mud. But when the foot was lifted, the dentures were still lying there, hideous and dirty. Jacek pulled up Vodmara, his blood-soaked face, eyes wide open, squinting slightly, and an odd, almost mocking expression on his face. After Jacek looked at the face for a moment, fear seized him. A hideous sound rang out.
Jacek staggered to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and frantically rummaged in the box, he found a blanket, rushed frantically to the front of the car, and wrapped Wodemara's head in the blanket Up, the grotesque face was lost in a nondescript package. On the window, the odd-faced ornament swayed slightly. Jacek lifted Vodmara's body from the driver's seat and flipped his legs up again. The bare foot loomed across the back of the chair.
In the twilight, there is no one on the muddy road. Jacek slowly drove the car towards the river. He got out of the car and struggled to drag Wadmara's legs towards the river bank. Suddenly a strange, startling sound came from the blanket's wrapping. Jacek let go of Vodmara in horror. He could hardly believe his ears--Wodemara's stuttering voice came from the blanket.
Wardmara: Please... please. ……please. ...
Jacek straightened up, exhausted. Desperately looking around. Inside the package, the pleading voice continued stubbornly and endlessly. He ran down the bank and brought a large rock from the river. He came over with a rock and knelt beside Wadmara. Pleas came intermittently from the package. Jacek raised the stone, his face twisted, he supported it desperately, and finally, accompanied by a cry of despair, he slammed the stone hard towards the place where the sound came from. The blood poured out, and the sound stopped. But Jacek still hysterically smashed Vodmara in the head again and again. When he finally stopped, thick blood soaked the blanket.
Twilight is heavier. Jacek threw away Wodemara's belongings and got into the cab. He pulled out a leftover sandwich and ate it in a big mouth. He reached out and moved the little monster face on the window and looked at it. , smiled contentedly. He turned on the recorder, and a joyful, nursery rhyme-style song came out: "I'll tell you a story about a lion. A huge tan lion. Of course he's bigger than you, me, and all the lions. Brave..." Jacek listened, his face gradually contorted, and for a moment, he seemed to be about to cry. Suddenly, desperately, he ripped the tape recorder from the car and threw it into the sewage.
41. EXT. Warsaw City, at night,
a taxi drives into the new district with its headlights on. Jacek parked the car in front of a vegetable shop and pushed open the door. He poked his head in smilingly.
Jacek: Is it too late to buy potatoes?
Beata - the vegetable girl (surprise): Jacek! Come in.
Jacek: Are you up yet?
Beata: I'm going to eat first. It's getting dark.
Jacek: Come out, I'll show you something.
Beata: Put something for me?
Jacek: No. You will know when you come out.
Beata (coming out): Far?
Jacek: No, right here.
Jacek (opens car door): Come up. I tell you. (gets on the other side) Beata
sits in the car. Her expression was dull and sad, as if she had understood what had happened. Her mood seemed to catch Jacek, and the lightness and happiness on his face vanished.
Jacek: Where do you want to go? Now we can drive anywhere you want.
Beata was silent.
On the window, the funny face was shaking slightly.
Jacek: You told me about the customer...the one in the mountains...
Bita (absently): Her husband...
Yacek: Her husband. Now we can go there too. These seats can be reclined. Also quite warm.
Beata (finally asks): How did you get it?
The strange face was still shaking on the front window.
42. COURT, JUDGE DAY
: I declare this case closed.
The justices left the court first, and the judges filed out.
Jacek sat down again in the dock. After a moment, he leaned over to defense attorney Piot sitting in front of him: All over?
PIOT (turns his head slightly, is silent for a moment, shrugs): Yes. Done.
In the gallery, an old woman, Jacek's mother, was sobbing alone. The bailiff pushed Jacek, who stood up blankly, handcuffed him, and pushed him out. As he passed the old woman, he hesitated for a moment, not daring to look at his mother. A man next to the old woman stuffed Jacek with a pack of cigarettes.
In the gradually empty courtroom, Piot wearily put away his briefcase and walked out. In the corridor, he came to a coin-operated phone, put in the coin and dialed a number.
Piot: It's me. ……we lose. ... yes, all. ……I have no idea. I really don't know. ...maybe I bring it. ...don't come pick me up. ……How are you? ...have a good night's sleep? That's good. ……goodbye.
Piot went to the window, reached out a hand in a trance and massaged his forehead and eyes. He pushed open a window and saw two bailiffs escorting Jacek to the prison van. He called out impulsively.
Piot: Mr. Raza! (Jacek does not respond, he changes his name) Jacek!
Jacek raised his head sharply. Piot raised his hand feebly and made a vague farewell gesture. Below, Jacek stood there, staring at Piot. A bailiff shoved him into the van. The doors closed and the prison van drove out of the courthouse. Piot closed the window and propped his head against the wall in pain.
Piot dragged his tired legs to the justice's office, his freshly removed lawyer's robe half-dragged on the ground. He knocked on the judge's door.
43. INTERNATIONAL COURT OFFICE -
Knocks on the door continue during the day, no answer. Piot opened the door and walked in.
Piot: I'm sorry, sir. I know this is not customary. ...
Judge (seems to know what he's going to say): Well, that's okay.
Piot: I wanted to ask you -- now that it's over -- would the outcome be different if an older, better lawyer than I was in my position today?
Judge: It won't make any difference.
Piot: What I'm saying is that I can't... if I did better...?
Judge: The defense you made in the final argument was the best speech against the death penalty I have heard in years.
Piot lowered his head slightly, but this was clearly not what he wanted. The judge sat slowly in his chair.
Judge: As for the legal provisions, this is the inevitable result. You are not wrong - both as a lawyer and as a person. The circumstances are tragic, but I am glad to have met you.
Piot turned to leave.
Judge (standing up): In this case, perhaps we should have a more appropriate verdict. Everything that comes with it now is my responsibility.
Piot: Can't do anything about it?
Judge: Yes.
Piot: You see, it's probably irrelevant...Today he talked about injuring himself in the coffee shop when he put a rope around his hand...I was there.
Judge: Where?
Piot: In the same place, at the same time. That day, I passed my final exam to be a defense attorney. That's why... (He turns sideways, holding back the tears in his eyes, before turning to the judge later) Maybe I could have done something then?
Judge: You are too sensitive for this business.
PIOT (laughs embarrassingly): It's too late to change.
Judge: You will be a little older today. goodbye.
Piot: Goodbye.
44. INTERIOR - COURT CORRIDOR - DAY
PIOT DESPERATES OUT OF THE JUDGE'S OFFICE. He walked out along the dark corridor. At the corner, he saw something, took a few steps back, and finally made up his mind to walk over. Jacek's mother and family stood there. The old woman was sobbing alone. The others stared blankly at Piot. A young man offered a pack of cigarettes, and Piot reached for one.
45. EXTERIOR - PRISON GATE - DAY
After a small window with a peephole opens and closes, the prison's heavy iron gate opens to let Piot in.
46. PRISON - DAY
PIOT WAITS OUTSIDE A BARS. His face was sad and old.
A prison guard: The warden will see you later.
Piot turned to a window, staring blankly at the prison patio and courtyard.
A worker carried a ladder across the patio and into Piot's room.
The heavy prison doors opened again, and a well-dressed, bald man walked in—the executioner had arrived.
Doorman: How is it?
Executioner: It's warm today.
The executioner walked straight across the courtyard, through another door, and the guards stood at attention and saluted.
47. INT. DEATH CHAMBER - DAY
The executioner enters the execution chamber. The room was tall, clean, and filled with inhuman emptiness. The executioner opened a small door and went in. He turned on a wall lamp, took off his suit jacket, hung it carefully on the hook, then unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. He opened a partition curtain, and the curtain on one side did not pull smoothly. The noose of the hanging hangs in the center. The executioner went over, pulled the oversized noose just right, and took out an oil can with lube and a plastic tray from a cabinet. He tried the handle and the hinge to tighten the noose. At the flick of a switch, the trap's slide plate opened, and the executioner placed the plastic disc in the center of the trap. The pit is closed. All this was done accurately, calmly, and in an orderly manner.
The assistant came in and respectfully said: Good morning.
Executioner: The curtain is stuck. Tidy up.
The assistant did it.
48. WARRIOR'S OFFICE - DAY
The executioner arrives neatly in front of the warden's office, knocks on the door and walks in.
Executioner: Everything is ready, sir.
Warden: All right.
The executioner bowed his head to Piot, who was sitting in the shadows, before he bowed respectfully.
Piot's hand holding the file trembled slightly.
Warden: Come to my office on the 24th, he will be there in a while.
Piot (returning the file): Thank you. This is exactly what I expected.
Warden: Me too. ... yes, lawyer. ...you have half an hour.
Piot (with a long breath): Half an hour... not bad.
Someone knocked on the door.
Warden: Come in.
A prison guard came in.
Warden: Accompany him to the prisoner.
PIOT (rising) May I go now?
49. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY
PIOT AND GUARDS WALK BY DAY. On the stairs, a white-haired prosecutor approached him.
Prosecutor: Good morning.
PIOT (pausing) He wants to see me.
Prosecutor: Hard work.
Piot: Bitter, this is my first time.
Prosecutor: (walks away, perfunctorily): Is there always hope. (turning suddenly) Lawyer!
Piot turned around.
Prosecutor: It's not the right occasion, but it's rare for us to see you -- I heard you've got a son. Congratulations.
PIOT (catching his outstretched hand, with a forced smile): Just recently. thank you.
Piot followed the guard down the stairs.
At this point, the worker carrying the ladder came across, and he stopped there, staring thoughtfully at the empty staircase (silent witness).
50. DEATH ROOMS - DAY
After passing an iron bar and peering into the peep window, the guard opens the door and puts Piot inside.
Jacek stood against the wall, looking thin and helpless. Hearing the door open, he turned around.
Piot: You want to see me?
Jacek: Yes.
The two shook hands cautiously.
Jacek: Have you met my mother?
Piot: Yes.
Jacek: Did she cry?
Piot: Yes.
Jacek: What did she say?
Piot: No. just cry. (Silence for a moment) Sit down.
The two sat down. Piot stared at Jacek with concern.
Jacek: Can you... maybe you can visit my mom once or twice? ...I mean, later. (looking at him expectantly)
Piot: Of course. ……Of course.
Jacek (still looking at Piot): I believe you. Because...because you called me in court. You called "Jacek".
Piot: Yes, I called. ...I think...I don't know what I'm thinking.
Jacek (slightly lowers his head): I'm almost 21...but when you called me, I was about to cry.
Piot nodded meaninglessly. He didn't know what to say.
Piot: In the courthouse... Jacek
: I said it.
Piot: I didn't hear it.
Jacek: ...Only you call me. They all have trouble with me, and neither do the people here.
Piot: It's just what you're doing.
Jacek (suddenly malicious): It's one thing! (He looks scared to himself, lowers his head)
Piot (trying to get the topic out of the way): You asked me to see your mother...
Jacek: I thought she would bury me in Dad's grave. (suddenly anxiously) Did they allow me to be buried in the cemetery?
PIOT (nods hard): Xu.
Jacek: A priest came in and said everything was fine?
PIOT (pulling himself up): Yes, it's possible.
Jacek (relaxed): That's what it is—there's a big hole next to Dad's grave, and it's for Mom. I want to beg her to give me her place.
Jacek buried his head deeply in his hands.
51. DEATH CHAMBER - DAY
The executioner waits impatiently, puffing on his cigarette.
52. OUTSIDE DEATH ROLE - DAILY GUARD ON THE
PHONE: Yes, sir. Do it now.
53. INT. DEATH ROLE, DAY
The prison guard opens the door and comes in: the warden wants to know, okay?
PIOT (turning back coldly) Not yet.
The guards are out.
PIOT (turning back, looking at Jacek with concern): What did you just say?
Jacek (dazedly): I don't remember.
Piot (reminds him) You mean the graveyard of three people?
Jacek (remembering it): It's three people. Dad's buried there, and Marcia... there's a lot of open space there. It's been five years since Marcia's funeral. Five years ago, Maricia called a tractor down. in our village. She was in sixth grade at the time. She is 12 years old. sixth grade. The driver and I are buddies. We'd been drinking...wine, vodka...and then he drove the tractor over her. On a meadow in the woods. Here, I keep thinking...thinking...if she's alive, maybe I'll stay and not leave the house. She is my sister. I have three brothers and this one sister. a sister. She likes me the most. I also hurt her. But after that, I was kicked out and I had to leave. I don't want to go...if it wasn't for this, maybe...maybe everything would have been different. Maybe none of this will happen?
Piot: ...maybe.
Jacek: Maybe... maybe I won't be here now.
The sound of the door opening. The two turned to look at the door. The door opened.
Prison guard (coldly, word for word): The warden wants to know if you're done?
PIOTT (standing, facing him, same word for word): Tell him I'm never going to finish.
Prisoner: You'll never say you're done?
Piot: Never!
The guards are out.
Piot sat back in front of the tearful Jacek.
Jacek: We bought that land because Marcia loves trees. She loves flowers and trees. She died on her way to the woods.
54. OUTSIDE THE DEAD ROUTE - DAILY GUARDS
WAIT IMPROPERLY. He opened the peep window and looked, then walked to the phone.
55. DIRECTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
The warden sits with the prosecutor. The warden got up and put away the coffee cup.
Prosecutor: Do you have a verdict here?
Warden (handing him the file): It's all here.
The warden put on his police uniform and hat.
The two walked out of the office.
56. OUTSIDE DEATH ROUTE - DAY The
warden comes by, leans over the peep window and gives an order.
Warden: Take him out.
The prison guard opened a door next to it, and four prison guards ran out, standing on both sides of the cell door. The guard opened the door and walked in.
Prison Guard: The prosecutor said the time had come.
Piot and Jacek sat opposite each other. After pondering for a while, Piot stood up. Jacek stood up. Piot went to the door, and Jacek took a step forward and came up to him.
Jacek: In my stuff, you'll find a receipt. I zoomed in on a photo, but haven't taken it yet. If they do, please give it to my mom.
Piot: What photo?
Jacek: It was her first communion. I took it with me when I left home, I think...that picture is broken.
Prison Guard: Time to go. (Pushing the door open)
Jacek walks towards the door, and when he sees the battle outside the door, he is stunned, and he stands there, his lips quivering.
Jacek: Please. (The guard grabs his shoulders) I don't want to go!
The guards shoved him out. As soon as they went out, four prison guards rushed up and grabbed Jacek.
Piot (behind back): You don't have to…
no one pays any attention to him. Piot had to follow.
57. INT. DEATH CHAMBER - During the day,
four prison guards twisted Jacek's arms, pulled his collar and placket, and dragged him into the execution chamber and pushed him under the noose. Executioners, priests and doctors were already waiting there. Jacek went limp and sobbed.
The priest stepped forward and crossed Jacek's chest. Jacek suddenly grabbed the priest's hand tightly. The priest pulled out his hand, patted Jacek on the head perfunctorily, and walked away. The prosecutor stepped forward.
Prosecutor: Name?
Jacek: Jacek Raza.
Prosecutor: Date of birth?
Jacek: March 17, 1967.
Prosecutor: Parents' names?
Jacek: Jan and... (he can't go on. In a moment of silence) Lucia.
Prosecutor: I read the judgment: April 27, 1987 This judgment is issued to the Polish citizen named above. After hearing the case of Jacek Raza - who had been arrested on March 16, 1987 on suspicion of the murder of Vodmara Risowski - the court found him guilty and charged him under the Criminal Code Paragraph 1 of Article 148 and Paragraph 2 of Article 44 sentenced the criminal to death and deprivation of citizenship. The High Court affirmed this judgment. The State Council rejected the request for a suspended sentence. This judgment will be executed immediately.
The prosecutor turned and walked away. The warden came over and offered a pack of cigarettes.
Warden: Smoking a cigarette?
Jacek (stretching out a trembling hand): I want the mouthless.
The executioner came over, lit an unfiltered cigarette, and shoved it between Jacek's lips. Jacek smoked his cigarette shiveringly and greedily. All are waiting. Piot was almost unbearable. His fisted hand tapped nervously against the back of the chair, and he nearly weighed on it. With a bang, the chair fell. Piot almost fell with it. Prosecutors and doctors supported him. He waved quickly.
Jacek ran out of cigarettes. The warden walked over with a plate in which Jacek quenched his cigarette. There was a dead silence. Jacek broke away suddenly and desperately. The guards pounced, and there was a chaotic fight. Someone shouted: His hand! The guards hurriedly tied Jacek's hands and dragged him up. Jacek wept helplessly.
Prosecutor: Execute!
Jacek began to struggle desperately again. A black cloth covered his eyes. Piot watched all this painfully. The executioner put the noose around Jacek's neck as he gave orders to his assistant. The cries of Jacek and the responses of the executioners echoed. Jacek is finally "in place". At this point, only the executioner, clutching the noose, ordered his assistants: Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight. All right! He ran over and flipped the switch. The sinkhole's skateboard opened, and Jacek hung from the noose. His bound hands twitched a little, then spread feebly.
A dead silence. Only Jacek's body was shaking slightly.
After a while, the doctor stepped up, turned around Jacek's hanging corpse, put the stethoscope through Jacek's jacket, listened to it, and nodded affirmatively at the executioner. The executioner nodded to the warden. The death penalty is complete. Along the corners of Jacek's pants, incontinent feces dripped into plastic trays in the pit.
Piot watched from a stiff stand, his head dropped in pain.
58. Exterior, the suburbs,
the countryside at dusk and twilight. The sun has finished its last rays of light. In the open field, Piot's car was parked there. There was a bunch of cypress branches in the front window. He sat by the open car door, crying in pain and despair.
The beauty fades away. Roll out the cast and crew.
(End)
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