Wrobel (2024) Movie Script
They've raised your pension by
33 zlotys and 60 groszy.
How can you
remember all this?
- Count it, professor.
- Come on, I've known you for years.
Better safe than sorry.
- Better finally score on Sunday.
- Right.
- Bye.
- See you.
How many streets are there
in my walk?
Well...
Twenty-one.
Including the one opened yesterday.
- Awesome memory!
- Now me.
In my walk,
a block away
from Mickiewicza Street...
- Yeah?
- Starts with "g."
How's that?
No streets with a "g" there.
What you have there is...
now, Lilac Street,
Fern Street, Joliot-Curie...
There you go, "g."
No, come on!
"Joliot" is under "j"
in the encyclopedia.
You mean Wikipedia.
No, he's a bookworm.
People can write
whatever they want on the internet.
And it all keeps changing.
You dropped your cap.
Your cap.
He's their best guy, Sparrow.
Told you to mark him even in the can!
Pigeons had him.
If I wanted Pigeons to mark him,
I'd tell him that!
- Tell 'them' that.
- Yeah.
Stop messing with me, Thrush!
You're all birds here.
But out there,
instead of flying, you crawl!
Sparrow bench, Lark right wing.
Go warm up.
What's so fucking amusing?
Practice Monday at 4 PM.
Afternoon.
Everything alright?
Hello, chief. Or president of our club?
Which is it now?
Strange changes
in the second half.
You don't like the coach?
The coach is fine.
But a higher league
seems a pipe dream.
Drop by the station,
and we'll talk.
Bummer, right?
They drink at discos!
Stop yapping
like my fucking dog!
Who asked you?
- Want me to walk up there?
- Pedro, come on.
We're going?
Sorry to say, Remek,
I can't make it.
Pedro?
It's "Mr. Pedro" to you.
Give it a rest!
- Persil's out, Ariel's in.
- Fine.
Non-stop on the job.
Careful, packs a punch.
Don't be snooping around, Remek,
or you'll step into a puddle.
LIVED 73 YEARS
My sympathies,
and I'd just like to say that...
Mrs. Nowacka
didn't die on Monday the 30th,
but on Sunday the 29th.
Gimme a hun.
Thank you.
Once you carve it out
on the gravestone,
you'll have to
replace the whole thing...
It's cool.
We'll remember that.
Just to remind you all,
we're going to a restaurant now
to reminisce about auntie.
Of course, only those
who were invited.
Shame about Nowacka.
She was alright.
- Half a tomato soup?
- She invited me for broth on Sundays.
- Broth, then?
- No, half a tomato.
She had no kids.
You were like a son to her.
It's 15.50.
Who's going to be
your new neighbor?
No idea.
The place is empty for now.
And some soup to go.
- Half a tomato?
- No, full broth.
Sorry, I've always wondered.
Are you sure that if you press it,
it will work?
No, I'm not.
But if you don't press it,
it won't work for sure.
The postmaster said you have to get
a Preschooler's World subscription.
- Do I look like a kindergartner?
- We all have to.
I have Soccer
and Sports Review.
The postmaster said
you must have three.
- I'll get Soccer Weekly.
- Or Puppies.
The postmaster said
Preschooler's World...
Did he say we're entitled to
tea and sugar by law?
I'm just the messenger.
The letters are drying up.
Remek, you got a call.
Me?
Hello?
This is him.
That's right.
Thought he was dead.
I mean... no!
Good thing he's alive.
I'm just... surprised.
Right. I'll just...
I'll come down there.
If that's the case,
I'll be there today.
- Afternoon.
- Hello.
Where's Bursa Street?
- Who was this Bursa guy?
- A poet.
Good one.
What's this about?
Sorry, my name is Sparrow.
We spoke on the phone.
I figured you
for another inspector.
I smoke here
when no one sees.
They say God sees everything.
He takes naps sometimes.
Apparently.
Come with me.
LISTEN TO YOUR HEARCARE FACILITY
Does he speak?
Not anymore.
Before, he'd just say, "Mommy."
When the priest came,
he just went, "Mommy!" to him.
He received absolution
and hasn't spoken since.
Mr. Sparrow.
Mr. Sparrow!
Doesn't recognize you.
That's no surprise.
Grandparents
recognize their grandkids.
If they knew them beforehand.
What will happen to him now?
That's why I called.
Can't he stay here?
Sure.
I'll get an inspection,
and the fine will kill me.
The homeless
and those requiring assistance
have to stay in nursing homes.
- Can't he be placed in one?
- Sure.
But there's a waiting list.
- So, where do you put such people?
- Good question.
Well...
I really have no idea
how I could help you here.
Not me.
It's better to pass at home,
among family.
Not in a shelter.
I won't take him in.
Not an option.
Neighbor!
Hello!
I'm Jerry.
- Remek Sparrow.
- Sparrows...
Cool birds.
I hear they're dying out.
Looks like
we're gonna be neighbors!
Right.
Marzenka's aunt
departed this earth.
At least that got us
a pretty nice place.
So, you know...
- A book?
- It's nothing.
I won't get it dirty.
Andrzej Bursa.
A poet.
Just like that Shakespeare guy.
Okay.
Jerry! Come straight home
after the gig!
- Yeah, sure.
- Jurek, keep an eye on him.
- Let's go.
- Afternoon!
- Hello!
- This is Sparrow, our neighbor.
- Writes poems!
- No, I don't.
Been in the library...
Hello.
"Does your father
smoke the pipe?"
"Yes, my father
smokes the pipe."
Jerry, won't you ask me in?
- Anna...
- Please...
- Marzena...
- What do I care about her?
You and I always have fun...
Oh, my...
Please, just for a moment.
Jerry...
Hear that?
- No.
- I did.
- Don't worry about it.
- Go home.
Jerry, please.
- End of discussion.
- Jerry...
- Come on.
- Please...
I don't want any trouble.
Jurek, drive her.
Morning.
Morning.
Oh, come on...
It's your walk.
I have nothing there.
I'd have to go just for this.
Okay.
- See you.
- Thanks.
Hello!
- Afternoon!
- Hi!
Well...
The regular postman
has nothing here.
I mean, no other mail today.
- He asked me to help.
- Thank you.
I got my parents a phone,
but they keep writing me.
No one knew
auntie had health problems.
She never complained
to me either.
So... your friend's still sleeping?
Jerry? Sure.
He has to sometime.
- Time to grab our rides?
- Single-tracks.
What's that?
I said it's time
to grab our single-track rides.
- Right. Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Here you go.
- And juice, please.
We're out of juice.
- Maybe some Cola or water?
- No. Thank you.
We'll have more tomorrow.
I heard your new neighbor
is some sort of guitar hero.
Jerry!
Everyone plays guitar now.
- Handsome, I hear.
- Nothing special.
A chatterbox.
The girls at the store said he was
handsome, tall, and chatty.
But that girlfriend of his
seems not too...
interesting.
No. Why?
Pretty, shapely...
young.
- Half a tomato soup?
- No. Juice.
Move it!
Push the ball! And shoot!
Well?
Look alive, boys!
Come on, pal!
Great!
You're welcome.
Tell the new guy
to come for practice on Friday.
Stefan, go to the soccer association
and register him for Saturday.
- How will we pay for him?
- Just do it!
Good day!
Well? Let's push it!
Get it.
It touched the jacket!
How's the new guy?
Until now,
we've been playing for free.
Move up, and they'll pay you,
but bust your ass instead of...
visiting your gramps.
Word travels fast.
I always liked it
you didn't have a fucked up family.
Where did he come from?
Just popped up.
Is this how we're talking now?
All I know is that
when my grandmother died,
he left my dad with the brother
and disappeared.
You don't have a brother.
With his brother.
He left my dad his son,
with my dad's uncle.
So...
When grandma died...
my grandmother his wife,
my grandpa...
Okay, listen.
Is this grandfather good or bad?
Good or bad?
When someone leaves his kid
with his brother for a moment
and never comes back...
Then what?
Is he good or bad?
And he didn't come
to your parents' funeral?
No.
And he didn't look you up?
Then what the fuck
do you care?
He's dying in a shelter.
Let him.
STANISAW SPARROW
LIVED 34 YEARS
BARBARA SPARROW
LIVED 30 YEARS
DIED ON MAY 5, 1987
This is all he came here with.
His pajamas,
toothbrush, and diapers.
I've already changed him today.
They're easy to put on.
No college required.
And the walker!
Well...
Why a walker?
You said he would die soon.
How are you boys
gonna manage with all this stuff?
Excuse me.
I thought someone had died.
Let me.
FUNERAL SERVICES
Could you help here for a sec?
Cocoa. He likes cocoa?
Does he like cocoa?
Postmen operate independently,
regardless of weather conditions,
in a standing position.
The hazards.
In the event of a dog attack,
respond in a friendly manner.
But be warned.
Do not smile too broadly,
as you may reveal your teeth,
which in dog language
means aggression.
What if all techniques fail
and an attack occurs?
Simple.
As the dog is biting us,
we remain calm.
This will allow to keep the injuries
to our upper and lower limbs
at the absolute minimum.
Also, keep in mind
that our post office
cares about your safety.
- Which category?
- Associations.
British literature.
The Shakespeare king
who had no fear.
Kong.
No, King Lear.
In this house,
we drink cocoa for breakfast.
Turn off the tap!
This cuts off the bathroom!
I'm going out.
After that, use the water all you want.
Understand?
And when filling the kettle,
use the big hole, not the small one.
Remek!
The postmaster wants to see you.
As you probably know,
another entity
took over court mail.
What can I say?
There's a severance package.
Three month's pay, right?
You can stay
as our reserve postman.
And be a substitute
after 20 years of work?
So, disciplinary dismissal.
You skipped safety training.
Left your walk without permission.
Goodbye.
And the letters?
You're young,
grab a bag and get to work.
Would you have
a mop and a bucket?
- Afternoon.
- Yes, hold on.
- Not everyone would do that.
- What?
- Flood their house?
- No.
Not everyone would
take their grandfather in.
I'll put him back in the shelter.
Now?
Things look better
in the morning.
I'll drop by for my stuff tomorrow.
Time for bed, guys.
Good night.
I brought some ham and eggs.
You forgot to lock the door.
Why are the biscuits up there?
Just because.
We have bread with honey
for breakfast.
Your oven seems unused.
Mine recently broke down.
Grandpa's sleeping.
Stuff keeps breaking down
in auntie's kitchen.
Is it too demeaning for a guitar hero
to tinker with an oven?
The guitar hero
tinkers elsewhere now.
I didn't know.
The game's tomorrow.
You like soccer, ma'am?
Sometimes.
Marzenka.
Remek.
Sorry.
So, scrambled eggs?
No, bread with honey for me.
Sorry.
No harm done.
Hey, my bike!
Fast as a cheetah.
- How's life?
- Great!
Where's your bike?
I'll find that punk.
Remek,
don't try to find him yourself.
Buddy?
Get over here to the pitch.
Yes, now.
How's work?
I quit.
Remember,
you can always work for me.
But if you'd like
something more noble to do,
Mauser will scrap
any number of railway sleeper bolts.
You want me to derail trains?
Ever heard of a train
derailing around here?
Mauser
is a highly educated
and talented man.
He'll tell you what to do.
Take your pick.
Come on...
Pick a bicycle!
Buddy, pull out the blue one.
It'll match the tracksuit.
Perfecto.
What?
You want to play?
All we can play is "War."
That will do.
I'm Pedro's guy.
The postman?
Ex-postman.
Everything has to end.
The police?
Mommy, sleep.
Wrench.
I'm not entirely sure.
We hear all sorts of stuff...
Listen, pal.
I've been doing this for 15 years.
- Still, there could be a disaster...
- Okay.
Pull a screw
in every fifth sleeper.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Right?
Yeah.
Think so.
What's up?
- I want those screws back.
- What's this?
I'm returning the 50.
The screws are a hundred now.
How come?
That's life!
Well? I'm sleepy.
You have interesting eyes.
- Really?
- Yes.
- What color are they?
- Seems they're a mix of colors.
There's my pal now.
Remek, meet Ms. Marzena.
My neighbor?
Move over.
Easy.
Can you keep an eye on him?
I'll go change.
With such charming fans,
you have to score
at least three goals today!
Good luck!
Yeah, good luck!
Remek what a guy.
- So?
- They'll win!
They better.
That's it!
Shoot!
Goal!
Scoring for Sparta,
number 99, Raddy Majewski!
We're winning 3:0 with Stargard!
Warm up.
Just Lark and Hoopoe.
Get it!
Go for it!
Change!
Thanks!
A beautiful game.
Great, thanks.
We'll kill them!
You'll see.
Could you lend me two zlotys?
Okay, guys, let's go!
And brush your teeth!
- What time there? At eight?
- Sure. Or later.
See you!
Practice tomorrow.
And the day after tomorrow.
4:30 PM.
Without me, coach.
The star can't be benched
for one game.
He'd prefer it to be
a team of postmen.
Ex-postmen.
At least they'd play for free,
not for cash from fines.
Fines?
Did it occur to you that
your pal Pedro's paying for all this?
Remek...
You have to know when to retire.
How old are you?
It's your birthday today!
Did you know?
In a year, you can play
on the old boys team with us.
Life goes on.
- Believe me!
- Thanks, Stefan.
Let's go.
God.
I'll kill myself in these heels.
You'll play in the next game.
See you.
If I knew about your birthday,
I would have baked cheesecake.
I could bake it now.
But, you know, my oven...
I could bake it at your place!
- For your birthday.
- I'm really tired.
Really?
You haven't played a minute!
I mean...
You know...
You did play.
Substitutes are very important.
I just remembered
I have cheesecake at home!
I bought it at that store.
The one behind the pitch,
past the school, to the left.
Where's my head?
Seems I ate that cheesecake.
Didn't know
if you had shot glasses.
- Or do you prefer a cocktail?
- I don't drink alcohol.
I down a shot
when I have the blues.
I'll pass.
- Sandwiches.
- Ms. Marzena!
Hello?
Ms. Marzena!
Did you ask him to come here?
Marzena!
Shush!
- We should answer...
- Be quiet!
Remek!
- Come on...
- Be quiet!
Remek!
Maybe I'll have that drink now.
I could bake cakes,
and you could deliver them.
By bicycle?
I'd deliver them by bicycle?
- It doesn't unfold.
- Help me.
Well...
My brother-in-law sells cars.
If we lived together,
we would pay him off quickly.
Have you seen King Lear?
What?
No. Why?
You know, they do...
We could rent my house.
Let grandpa have them.
Just today.
We could rent my house.
- Oh, no! Jesus!
- Hold on.
Easy.
We could rent my house.
Some people want it for
a kindergarten.
I would stay with you
for a while.
Then we could
figure out what's next.
You know?
I know.
Sparrow takes over the ball.
He's at the midfield line.
He's on a solo run for the goal.
Rushes into the penalty area.
He takes aim.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Sparrow!
Sparrow!
And...
Goal!
Do you have a dream?
I do...
They could
name a street after me.
Even a short one.
Sparrow Street.
I would like to fly to the Moon.
- Wouldn't you be afraid?
- Of what?
I don't know.
That something happens,
and you won't come back.
You're so negative.
Nothing would happen.
I'd be back.
You would be the one
who went to the Moon.
That's right.
I would be the neighbor
of the one who went to the Moon.
Boyfriend.
I don't know
if it's a good idea with the car.
You don't have a license?
I do.
I just don't know...
Everything's fine the way it is.
You'll be speeding in your car,
and everyone will envy you.
The car and the girl.
Your radio.
Doesn't work.
So throw it away.
It's so cluttered here.
The kindergarten people came.
They're moving in in two days.
They probably want you back.
Don't agree right away.
Let them fucking wait now.
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
We're here for the kit.
Tit from Wiseka joined.
Game's on Sunday.
Needs a kit.
I'll wash it and drop it off.
Remek!
Wash it today so it dries.
I wonder how many leaves
should be removed from a cabbage
so there's not too much
or too little.
You like cabbage?
We can use
those boards in the shed
to make a decent bed
for your grandfather.
Let's leave him on the cot.
What?
Leave him on the cot!
How old is he, anyway?
I don't know.
Your dad
didn't tell you about him?
No.
What?
No!
But you do know
something about him?
Right?
What can I tell you?
He lost this house at cards.
How could he lose it
if we're here now?
My dad bought it back later.
And what does your dad do?
Well?
He died in a car accident.
I didn't know.
He bought it back
before he died...
After.
After?
Before. Everybody knows that.
HOUSE
SHED
I told you it didn't work.
I'm Pedro's guy.
You remember.
Yeah?
What I need is...
Heavy.
I have a situation...
I don't want to know.
Just give me the name.
My name.
It's the team,
and the guys are playing...
I don't want to know.
Just say what you want on it.
Come back tomorrow,
and you'll be satisfied.
But it's pricy.
Yeah, I know.
Maybe you could
take a guitar?
What kind?
You know... with nylon strings.
Nylon? No.
Unless the neck is mahogany.
Someone mentioned
mahogany once...
Bring it, we'll see.
The police?
No, mommy.
- Who, then?
- The postman.
Ex-postman.
- Hi.
- Hello!
Use your kneepads.
It's an old boys game.
Shit happens.
I wouldn't want to call an ambulance.
Remek!
I told you, come next year.
But, you know...
No "buts."
Sorenczyn always checks IDs.
I'm not taking any risks.
What's this?
Does it say 40?
Okay. Just change.
Hit it!
Bravo, Sparta!
End of the match!
Thank each other for the game.
Well?
Now you're gonna get it!
He stole my bicycle.
- Where is that bicycle?
- How should I know?
Arrest him.
I want to report a crime.
There.
A crime?
Zenek?
How should I know he's Zenek?
Zenek!
The chief's nephew.
Still,
I want to report a crime.
As you wish.
I'll need your ID.
Show me that.
Don't be shy.
Remek Sparrow. Let's go.
Which one is the real one?
The guys can't tell.
This one.
I told you Mauser was
like Leonardo da Vinci.
We're forgetting about this.
But Remek...
No more antics.
I won't convince the chief
a second time.
The bike is gone.
Of course.
The guitar, too.
What's happened to our Sorczyn?
Just like New York.
Buddy...
Drive up to the store.
Yes, now.
I can sell it cheaply.
The guitar popped up?
My old bike!
There! You see?
Nothing in nature is lost.
Maybe take a better one.
I'll take mine.
Okay, give him the one
with the basket.
- I like this one.
- Too small.
Look here.
This one had a fender-bender.
Two weeks.
Just needs some putty.
But it doesn't look...
And this one is, you know...
It's too small.
Check out those Seats...
- Even bigger.
- But...
Come on.
- It's in one piece.
- Want a boat?
The color's nice, sure.
Check it out.
Close it.
Turn it over.
Turn it over.
- What?
- Fucking turn it over.
That's something!
Didn't wanna play with me.
He did.
No, he didn't.
Sit down.
What?
Cut them.
He's winning every time.
Well?
What's this?
A promotional gift.
I used to win with Pedro to zero.
We'll buy a table one day,
and we'll play.
How do you know Pedro?
From the orphanage. Why?
Just asking.
- Is he handsome?
- Who?
Well...
Pedro.
He's funny.
What do you mean, funny?
I don't know. Funny.
And Jerry?
Jerry is Jerry.
And that's all?
How did you meet him?
I don't remember.
How can you not remember?
He would visit us
in technical school.
And?
Grandpa's whistling!
I told you he does that.
So...
He would visit you, and what?
What what?
Jerry. He would visit, and what?
Well...
He would visit and...
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter?
What did he do?
Played his guitar.
For me.
Under the window?
A strange guy?
That's embarrassing!
All my girlfriends envied me.
I remember this one time
we were so drunk after a party.
Someone shouted
that we should jump off a bridge!
Oh my.
He got naked right there
and just jumped!
That's not even funny.
- He could've broken his back.
- Yeah, maybe.
We would do some crazy stuff
at the orphanage, too...
Right.
Take the Turbacz mountain.
We would step into such streams...
you wouldn't believe
how cold they were.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- The cakes are selling.
- Of course!
Hang on to that.
Let's go to the store.
And we can pass by the stadium
to return the kit.
Sure.
No, grandpa.
We're not going to the game,
only shopping.
Then, for a moment,
to the stadium.
Okay?
Hold on. Look.
Pushes you into the seat.
Look! Pedro!
Hi, Remek.
It's "Mr. Remek" to you.
You're holding up traffic.
Wait a sec, okay?
Hi.
- I brought the kit.
- Sparrow! Congrats!
We'll sing you a lullaby!
That's right!
I've been meaning to tell you
that I'm pregnant.
Really?
Everyone knows besides me?
Jolka from the health center
must've spilled the beans.
Grandpa!
What's wrong? Grandpa?
What's wrong?
Something in the house!
Go! I'll stay with him!
Go home!
Grandpa?
- Anyone inside?
- No idea.
I wanted to tell you for a while.
Really?
You share things like this
right away.
I'll share one more thing
right away.
I'm pregnant with Jerry.
With Jerry.
And you figured me
for a daddy?
I didn't know
on your birthday yet.
Well...
You got your share
of carbon dioxide.
But your results are fine.
We'll keep you
for observation.
And how are you?
- You're taking it easy, I hope?
- Of course.
- And you're seeing him?
- Come on!
Sometimes people
are together
and have a child
from a previous relationship.
When they start dating,
the kid is usually outside, not inside.
But when someone
has a child...
and there's love...
Sure, love.
That's him.
On behalf of the rescued boy's parents,
as representative of the voters,
I would like to honor you,
Mr. Sparrow, for your heroic deed.
Excuse me,
but I'm Sparrow.
Right! That's him!
Here you go.
It's my grandfather's doing.
You know the case?
Yes, of course.
Grandpa behaved heroically,
and there's a new dirt road
near our house.
How about naming it
after him?
Five years have to pass
from the person's death.
Only then can their name be used
for a street.
And Pears and Apples Street?
What was that about?
What did you commemorate?
Dead pears and apples?
That's right!
I can only promise
that we'll revisit the matter
once your grandpa passes on.
I've got to run.
Let's go.
And you look so nice
on posters.
I came to see gramps.
I brought you your encyclopedia
and toothbrush.
Thanks.
Your grandfather
must stay here.
Right, but families
often take their loved ones home
to let them pass away
in a familiar place.
I understand, but as a doctor,
I can't allow that now.
I know he hung around
the church.
He played the organ.
Did some odd jobs.
I get it he's important to you, but...
he'll probably die soon.
Do you have anyone?
Wife, children?
Do I have to?
You have
no husband or kids.
I have kids.
How come?
Three of them.
What are you looking at?
I adopted.
What is it like to have a kid
that isn't yours?
You fall in love,
and it's yours.
What if I don't?
You fall in love in a dog,
and this is a baby.
He had a violin in his suitcase,
and here's an accordion.
Maybe this band
still exists?
I checked
in the encyclopedia.
At least not in
the parish books.
Come on!
"Milonga
Amigos."
I had no idea
this worked like this.
What?
- It's better than the encyclopedia.
- Sure.
Humanity is progressing.
We have elevators,
to not use the stairs.
And doorbells,
to not bang on doors.
Well?
Should I write down
the address?
No, I'll remember it.
And Piotr Malicki guitar!
Milonga Amigos!
Thank you so much!
It's Argentina.
This must have been
fifty years ago.
I never knew
a more talented musician.
I thought he played the violin,
not the accordion.
He played everything.
And this...
It's not an accordion
but a bandoneon.
The buttons are arranged
in complete chaos.
In all my long musical life,
I knew only one guy
who could deal with that chaos.
Only your grandfather
was skilled enough
to remember which note was where
on this instrument.
He remembered everything?
That's right.
Didn't even need a score.
He would remember any melody,
even the most complex one.
A true genius.
For a gift?
No, the cheapest one.
TRUE STORY
HERO ROMAN SPARROW
I'm just trying something.
You know...
Didn't mean to wake you.
He looks like
he's about to die.
Hold on.
I'll be right back.
You think this will work?
If I don't try,
it won't work for sure.
This is stupid.
Turn it off.
Let it play.
What's that?
There you go!
Sparrow Street!
They named it.
Commemorated.
They just installed it poorly.
We'll fix it later.
SPARROW STREEBring it!
Well?
What now?
You have a queen,
and you know...
that I have one, too.
Come on!
Who won?
Excuse me!
Do you know where
47C Forest Street is?
Right here.
- Hi! What are you doing here?
- I live here.
Mommy!
Nice place you've got.
Hi.
- You still play soccer?
- A little with the old boys.
- And you?
- As you see.
Bag.
Pedro's gone,
the club's broke...
Forget Pedro.
Man! He sent you a postcard!
- Pedro?
- Yeah.
He made a mess
and had to leave.
- He's in Greece.
- Really?
Just look.
I haven't heard from him
in a year.
Is he even alive?
And you've been
walking here back and forth.
Because your street names
are messed up.
The GPS shows your house
next to Flamingo Street.
Flamingo?
You mean Sparrow Street!
In honor of my grandfather.
That's Sparrow, here's Flamingo.
The plates are wrong.
What's up?
Afternoon.
Get little Henry.
Time for a walk.
- Another walk?
- Go, please.
What is it?
Sorry, it's nothing.
The GPS shows
Sparrow Street by the forest.
So?
Then it's Tits, Kestrel,
and this here is Flamingo.
Everything's fine.
All birds.
Right, all birds.
But someone swapped
the Flamingo and Sparrow plates.
Nobody swapped anything.
Buy a better GPS.
Goodbye.
That's what they gave me.
What's with him?
His GPS is faulty.
A postman with a GPS.
I had the map in my head.
Pedro wrote from Greece.
He has to stay,
but he'll invite us over
once he settles down.
We'll go, right?
Yeah, probably.
But now,
let's go for a walk.
Are we going back?
Not even
three thousand steps yet.
I've done my share
of walking in life.
Little Henry and I
are going home.
Look how lovely he is.
What?
Maybe he can walk a bit with us.
33 zlotys and 60 groszy.
How can you
remember all this?
- Count it, professor.
- Come on, I've known you for years.
Better safe than sorry.
- Better finally score on Sunday.
- Right.
- Bye.
- See you.
How many streets are there
in my walk?
Well...
Twenty-one.
Including the one opened yesterday.
- Awesome memory!
- Now me.
In my walk,
a block away
from Mickiewicza Street...
- Yeah?
- Starts with "g."
How's that?
No streets with a "g" there.
What you have there is...
now, Lilac Street,
Fern Street, Joliot-Curie...
There you go, "g."
No, come on!
"Joliot" is under "j"
in the encyclopedia.
You mean Wikipedia.
No, he's a bookworm.
People can write
whatever they want on the internet.
And it all keeps changing.
You dropped your cap.
Your cap.
He's their best guy, Sparrow.
Told you to mark him even in the can!
Pigeons had him.
If I wanted Pigeons to mark him,
I'd tell him that!
- Tell 'them' that.
- Yeah.
Stop messing with me, Thrush!
You're all birds here.
But out there,
instead of flying, you crawl!
Sparrow bench, Lark right wing.
Go warm up.
What's so fucking amusing?
Practice Monday at 4 PM.
Afternoon.
Everything alright?
Hello, chief. Or president of our club?
Which is it now?
Strange changes
in the second half.
You don't like the coach?
The coach is fine.
But a higher league
seems a pipe dream.
Drop by the station,
and we'll talk.
Bummer, right?
They drink at discos!
Stop yapping
like my fucking dog!
Who asked you?
- Want me to walk up there?
- Pedro, come on.
We're going?
Sorry to say, Remek,
I can't make it.
Pedro?
It's "Mr. Pedro" to you.
Give it a rest!
- Persil's out, Ariel's in.
- Fine.
Non-stop on the job.
Careful, packs a punch.
Don't be snooping around, Remek,
or you'll step into a puddle.
LIVED 73 YEARS
My sympathies,
and I'd just like to say that...
Mrs. Nowacka
didn't die on Monday the 30th,
but on Sunday the 29th.
Gimme a hun.
Thank you.
Once you carve it out
on the gravestone,
you'll have to
replace the whole thing...
It's cool.
We'll remember that.
Just to remind you all,
we're going to a restaurant now
to reminisce about auntie.
Of course, only those
who were invited.
Shame about Nowacka.
She was alright.
- Half a tomato soup?
- She invited me for broth on Sundays.
- Broth, then?
- No, half a tomato.
She had no kids.
You were like a son to her.
It's 15.50.
Who's going to be
your new neighbor?
No idea.
The place is empty for now.
And some soup to go.
- Half a tomato?
- No, full broth.
Sorry, I've always wondered.
Are you sure that if you press it,
it will work?
No, I'm not.
But if you don't press it,
it won't work for sure.
The postmaster said you have to get
a Preschooler's World subscription.
- Do I look like a kindergartner?
- We all have to.
I have Soccer
and Sports Review.
The postmaster said
you must have three.
- I'll get Soccer Weekly.
- Or Puppies.
The postmaster said
Preschooler's World...
Did he say we're entitled to
tea and sugar by law?
I'm just the messenger.
The letters are drying up.
Remek, you got a call.
Me?
Hello?
This is him.
That's right.
Thought he was dead.
I mean... no!
Good thing he's alive.
I'm just... surprised.
Right. I'll just...
I'll come down there.
If that's the case,
I'll be there today.
- Afternoon.
- Hello.
Where's Bursa Street?
- Who was this Bursa guy?
- A poet.
Good one.
What's this about?
Sorry, my name is Sparrow.
We spoke on the phone.
I figured you
for another inspector.
I smoke here
when no one sees.
They say God sees everything.
He takes naps sometimes.
Apparently.
Come with me.
LISTEN TO YOUR HEARCARE FACILITY
Does he speak?
Not anymore.
Before, he'd just say, "Mommy."
When the priest came,
he just went, "Mommy!" to him.
He received absolution
and hasn't spoken since.
Mr. Sparrow.
Mr. Sparrow!
Doesn't recognize you.
That's no surprise.
Grandparents
recognize their grandkids.
If they knew them beforehand.
What will happen to him now?
That's why I called.
Can't he stay here?
Sure.
I'll get an inspection,
and the fine will kill me.
The homeless
and those requiring assistance
have to stay in nursing homes.
- Can't he be placed in one?
- Sure.
But there's a waiting list.
- So, where do you put such people?
- Good question.
Well...
I really have no idea
how I could help you here.
Not me.
It's better to pass at home,
among family.
Not in a shelter.
I won't take him in.
Not an option.
Neighbor!
Hello!
I'm Jerry.
- Remek Sparrow.
- Sparrows...
Cool birds.
I hear they're dying out.
Looks like
we're gonna be neighbors!
Right.
Marzenka's aunt
departed this earth.
At least that got us
a pretty nice place.
So, you know...
- A book?
- It's nothing.
I won't get it dirty.
Andrzej Bursa.
A poet.
Just like that Shakespeare guy.
Okay.
Jerry! Come straight home
after the gig!
- Yeah, sure.
- Jurek, keep an eye on him.
- Let's go.
- Afternoon!
- Hello!
- This is Sparrow, our neighbor.
- Writes poems!
- No, I don't.
Been in the library...
Hello.
"Does your father
smoke the pipe?"
"Yes, my father
smokes the pipe."
Jerry, won't you ask me in?
- Anna...
- Please...
- Marzena...
- What do I care about her?
You and I always have fun...
Oh, my...
Please, just for a moment.
Jerry...
Hear that?
- No.
- I did.
- Don't worry about it.
- Go home.
Jerry, please.
- End of discussion.
- Jerry...
- Come on.
- Please...
I don't want any trouble.
Jurek, drive her.
Morning.
Morning.
Oh, come on...
It's your walk.
I have nothing there.
I'd have to go just for this.
Okay.
- See you.
- Thanks.
Hello!
- Afternoon!
- Hi!
Well...
The regular postman
has nothing here.
I mean, no other mail today.
- He asked me to help.
- Thank you.
I got my parents a phone,
but they keep writing me.
No one knew
auntie had health problems.
She never complained
to me either.
So... your friend's still sleeping?
Jerry? Sure.
He has to sometime.
- Time to grab our rides?
- Single-tracks.
What's that?
I said it's time
to grab our single-track rides.
- Right. Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Here you go.
- And juice, please.
We're out of juice.
- Maybe some Cola or water?
- No. Thank you.
We'll have more tomorrow.
I heard your new neighbor
is some sort of guitar hero.
Jerry!
Everyone plays guitar now.
- Handsome, I hear.
- Nothing special.
A chatterbox.
The girls at the store said he was
handsome, tall, and chatty.
But that girlfriend of his
seems not too...
interesting.
No. Why?
Pretty, shapely...
young.
- Half a tomato soup?
- No. Juice.
Move it!
Push the ball! And shoot!
Well?
Look alive, boys!
Come on, pal!
Great!
You're welcome.
Tell the new guy
to come for practice on Friday.
Stefan, go to the soccer association
and register him for Saturday.
- How will we pay for him?
- Just do it!
Good day!
Well? Let's push it!
Get it.
It touched the jacket!
How's the new guy?
Until now,
we've been playing for free.
Move up, and they'll pay you,
but bust your ass instead of...
visiting your gramps.
Word travels fast.
I always liked it
you didn't have a fucked up family.
Where did he come from?
Just popped up.
Is this how we're talking now?
All I know is that
when my grandmother died,
he left my dad with the brother
and disappeared.
You don't have a brother.
With his brother.
He left my dad his son,
with my dad's uncle.
So...
When grandma died...
my grandmother his wife,
my grandpa...
Okay, listen.
Is this grandfather good or bad?
Good or bad?
When someone leaves his kid
with his brother for a moment
and never comes back...
Then what?
Is he good or bad?
And he didn't come
to your parents' funeral?
No.
And he didn't look you up?
Then what the fuck
do you care?
He's dying in a shelter.
Let him.
STANISAW SPARROW
LIVED 34 YEARS
BARBARA SPARROW
LIVED 30 YEARS
DIED ON MAY 5, 1987
This is all he came here with.
His pajamas,
toothbrush, and diapers.
I've already changed him today.
They're easy to put on.
No college required.
And the walker!
Well...
Why a walker?
You said he would die soon.
How are you boys
gonna manage with all this stuff?
Excuse me.
I thought someone had died.
Let me.
FUNERAL SERVICES
Could you help here for a sec?
Cocoa. He likes cocoa?
Does he like cocoa?
Postmen operate independently,
regardless of weather conditions,
in a standing position.
The hazards.
In the event of a dog attack,
respond in a friendly manner.
But be warned.
Do not smile too broadly,
as you may reveal your teeth,
which in dog language
means aggression.
What if all techniques fail
and an attack occurs?
Simple.
As the dog is biting us,
we remain calm.
This will allow to keep the injuries
to our upper and lower limbs
at the absolute minimum.
Also, keep in mind
that our post office
cares about your safety.
- Which category?
- Associations.
British literature.
The Shakespeare king
who had no fear.
Kong.
No, King Lear.
In this house,
we drink cocoa for breakfast.
Turn off the tap!
This cuts off the bathroom!
I'm going out.
After that, use the water all you want.
Understand?
And when filling the kettle,
use the big hole, not the small one.
Remek!
The postmaster wants to see you.
As you probably know,
another entity
took over court mail.
What can I say?
There's a severance package.
Three month's pay, right?
You can stay
as our reserve postman.
And be a substitute
after 20 years of work?
So, disciplinary dismissal.
You skipped safety training.
Left your walk without permission.
Goodbye.
And the letters?
You're young,
grab a bag and get to work.
Would you have
a mop and a bucket?
- Afternoon.
- Yes, hold on.
- Not everyone would do that.
- What?
- Flood their house?
- No.
Not everyone would
take their grandfather in.
I'll put him back in the shelter.
Now?
Things look better
in the morning.
I'll drop by for my stuff tomorrow.
Time for bed, guys.
Good night.
I brought some ham and eggs.
You forgot to lock the door.
Why are the biscuits up there?
Just because.
We have bread with honey
for breakfast.
Your oven seems unused.
Mine recently broke down.
Grandpa's sleeping.
Stuff keeps breaking down
in auntie's kitchen.
Is it too demeaning for a guitar hero
to tinker with an oven?
The guitar hero
tinkers elsewhere now.
I didn't know.
The game's tomorrow.
You like soccer, ma'am?
Sometimes.
Marzenka.
Remek.
Sorry.
So, scrambled eggs?
No, bread with honey for me.
Sorry.
No harm done.
Hey, my bike!
Fast as a cheetah.
- How's life?
- Great!
Where's your bike?
I'll find that punk.
Remek,
don't try to find him yourself.
Buddy?
Get over here to the pitch.
Yes, now.
How's work?
I quit.
Remember,
you can always work for me.
But if you'd like
something more noble to do,
Mauser will scrap
any number of railway sleeper bolts.
You want me to derail trains?
Ever heard of a train
derailing around here?
Mauser
is a highly educated
and talented man.
He'll tell you what to do.
Take your pick.
Come on...
Pick a bicycle!
Buddy, pull out the blue one.
It'll match the tracksuit.
Perfecto.
What?
You want to play?
All we can play is "War."
That will do.
I'm Pedro's guy.
The postman?
Ex-postman.
Everything has to end.
The police?
Mommy, sleep.
Wrench.
I'm not entirely sure.
We hear all sorts of stuff...
Listen, pal.
I've been doing this for 15 years.
- Still, there could be a disaster...
- Okay.
Pull a screw
in every fifth sleeper.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Right?
Yeah.
Think so.
What's up?
- I want those screws back.
- What's this?
I'm returning the 50.
The screws are a hundred now.
How come?
That's life!
Well? I'm sleepy.
You have interesting eyes.
- Really?
- Yes.
- What color are they?
- Seems they're a mix of colors.
There's my pal now.
Remek, meet Ms. Marzena.
My neighbor?
Move over.
Easy.
Can you keep an eye on him?
I'll go change.
With such charming fans,
you have to score
at least three goals today!
Good luck!
Yeah, good luck!
Remek what a guy.
- So?
- They'll win!
They better.
That's it!
Shoot!
Goal!
Scoring for Sparta,
number 99, Raddy Majewski!
We're winning 3:0 with Stargard!
Warm up.
Just Lark and Hoopoe.
Get it!
Go for it!
Change!
Thanks!
A beautiful game.
Great, thanks.
We'll kill them!
You'll see.
Could you lend me two zlotys?
Okay, guys, let's go!
And brush your teeth!
- What time there? At eight?
- Sure. Or later.
See you!
Practice tomorrow.
And the day after tomorrow.
4:30 PM.
Without me, coach.
The star can't be benched
for one game.
He'd prefer it to be
a team of postmen.
Ex-postmen.
At least they'd play for free,
not for cash from fines.
Fines?
Did it occur to you that
your pal Pedro's paying for all this?
Remek...
You have to know when to retire.
How old are you?
It's your birthday today!
Did you know?
In a year, you can play
on the old boys team with us.
Life goes on.
- Believe me!
- Thanks, Stefan.
Let's go.
God.
I'll kill myself in these heels.
You'll play in the next game.
See you.
If I knew about your birthday,
I would have baked cheesecake.
I could bake it now.
But, you know, my oven...
I could bake it at your place!
- For your birthday.
- I'm really tired.
Really?
You haven't played a minute!
I mean...
You know...
You did play.
Substitutes are very important.
I just remembered
I have cheesecake at home!
I bought it at that store.
The one behind the pitch,
past the school, to the left.
Where's my head?
Seems I ate that cheesecake.
Didn't know
if you had shot glasses.
- Or do you prefer a cocktail?
- I don't drink alcohol.
I down a shot
when I have the blues.
I'll pass.
- Sandwiches.
- Ms. Marzena!
Hello?
Ms. Marzena!
Did you ask him to come here?
Marzena!
Shush!
- We should answer...
- Be quiet!
Remek!
- Come on...
- Be quiet!
Remek!
Maybe I'll have that drink now.
I could bake cakes,
and you could deliver them.
By bicycle?
I'd deliver them by bicycle?
- It doesn't unfold.
- Help me.
Well...
My brother-in-law sells cars.
If we lived together,
we would pay him off quickly.
Have you seen King Lear?
What?
No. Why?
You know, they do...
We could rent my house.
Let grandpa have them.
Just today.
We could rent my house.
- Oh, no! Jesus!
- Hold on.
Easy.
We could rent my house.
Some people want it for
a kindergarten.
I would stay with you
for a while.
Then we could
figure out what's next.
You know?
I know.
Sparrow takes over the ball.
He's at the midfield line.
He's on a solo run for the goal.
Rushes into the penalty area.
He takes aim.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Sparrow!
Sparrow!
And...
Goal!
Do you have a dream?
I do...
They could
name a street after me.
Even a short one.
Sparrow Street.
I would like to fly to the Moon.
- Wouldn't you be afraid?
- Of what?
I don't know.
That something happens,
and you won't come back.
You're so negative.
Nothing would happen.
I'd be back.
You would be the one
who went to the Moon.
That's right.
I would be the neighbor
of the one who went to the Moon.
Boyfriend.
I don't know
if it's a good idea with the car.
You don't have a license?
I do.
I just don't know...
Everything's fine the way it is.
You'll be speeding in your car,
and everyone will envy you.
The car and the girl.
Your radio.
Doesn't work.
So throw it away.
It's so cluttered here.
The kindergarten people came.
They're moving in in two days.
They probably want you back.
Don't agree right away.
Let them fucking wait now.
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
We're here for the kit.
Tit from Wiseka joined.
Game's on Sunday.
Needs a kit.
I'll wash it and drop it off.
Remek!
Wash it today so it dries.
I wonder how many leaves
should be removed from a cabbage
so there's not too much
or too little.
You like cabbage?
We can use
those boards in the shed
to make a decent bed
for your grandfather.
Let's leave him on the cot.
What?
Leave him on the cot!
How old is he, anyway?
I don't know.
Your dad
didn't tell you about him?
No.
What?
No!
But you do know
something about him?
Right?
What can I tell you?
He lost this house at cards.
How could he lose it
if we're here now?
My dad bought it back later.
And what does your dad do?
Well?
He died in a car accident.
I didn't know.
He bought it back
before he died...
After.
After?
Before. Everybody knows that.
HOUSE
SHED
I told you it didn't work.
I'm Pedro's guy.
You remember.
Yeah?
What I need is...
Heavy.
I have a situation...
I don't want to know.
Just give me the name.
My name.
It's the team,
and the guys are playing...
I don't want to know.
Just say what you want on it.
Come back tomorrow,
and you'll be satisfied.
But it's pricy.
Yeah, I know.
Maybe you could
take a guitar?
What kind?
You know... with nylon strings.
Nylon? No.
Unless the neck is mahogany.
Someone mentioned
mahogany once...
Bring it, we'll see.
The police?
No, mommy.
- Who, then?
- The postman.
Ex-postman.
- Hi.
- Hello!
Use your kneepads.
It's an old boys game.
Shit happens.
I wouldn't want to call an ambulance.
Remek!
I told you, come next year.
But, you know...
No "buts."
Sorenczyn always checks IDs.
I'm not taking any risks.
What's this?
Does it say 40?
Okay. Just change.
Hit it!
Bravo, Sparta!
End of the match!
Thank each other for the game.
Well?
Now you're gonna get it!
He stole my bicycle.
- Where is that bicycle?
- How should I know?
Arrest him.
I want to report a crime.
There.
A crime?
Zenek?
How should I know he's Zenek?
Zenek!
The chief's nephew.
Still,
I want to report a crime.
As you wish.
I'll need your ID.
Show me that.
Don't be shy.
Remek Sparrow. Let's go.
Which one is the real one?
The guys can't tell.
This one.
I told you Mauser was
like Leonardo da Vinci.
We're forgetting about this.
But Remek...
No more antics.
I won't convince the chief
a second time.
The bike is gone.
Of course.
The guitar, too.
What's happened to our Sorczyn?
Just like New York.
Buddy...
Drive up to the store.
Yes, now.
I can sell it cheaply.
The guitar popped up?
My old bike!
There! You see?
Nothing in nature is lost.
Maybe take a better one.
I'll take mine.
Okay, give him the one
with the basket.
- I like this one.
- Too small.
Look here.
This one had a fender-bender.
Two weeks.
Just needs some putty.
But it doesn't look...
And this one is, you know...
It's too small.
Check out those Seats...
- Even bigger.
- But...
Come on.
- It's in one piece.
- Want a boat?
The color's nice, sure.
Check it out.
Close it.
Turn it over.
Turn it over.
- What?
- Fucking turn it over.
That's something!
Didn't wanna play with me.
He did.
No, he didn't.
Sit down.
What?
Cut them.
He's winning every time.
Well?
What's this?
A promotional gift.
I used to win with Pedro to zero.
We'll buy a table one day,
and we'll play.
How do you know Pedro?
From the orphanage. Why?
Just asking.
- Is he handsome?
- Who?
Well...
Pedro.
He's funny.
What do you mean, funny?
I don't know. Funny.
And Jerry?
Jerry is Jerry.
And that's all?
How did you meet him?
I don't remember.
How can you not remember?
He would visit us
in technical school.
And?
Grandpa's whistling!
I told you he does that.
So...
He would visit you, and what?
What what?
Jerry. He would visit, and what?
Well...
He would visit and...
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter?
What did he do?
Played his guitar.
For me.
Under the window?
A strange guy?
That's embarrassing!
All my girlfriends envied me.
I remember this one time
we were so drunk after a party.
Someone shouted
that we should jump off a bridge!
Oh my.
He got naked right there
and just jumped!
That's not even funny.
- He could've broken his back.
- Yeah, maybe.
We would do some crazy stuff
at the orphanage, too...
Right.
Take the Turbacz mountain.
We would step into such streams...
you wouldn't believe
how cold they were.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- The cakes are selling.
- Of course!
Hang on to that.
Let's go to the store.
And we can pass by the stadium
to return the kit.
Sure.
No, grandpa.
We're not going to the game,
only shopping.
Then, for a moment,
to the stadium.
Okay?
Hold on. Look.
Pushes you into the seat.
Look! Pedro!
Hi, Remek.
It's "Mr. Remek" to you.
You're holding up traffic.
Wait a sec, okay?
Hi.
- I brought the kit.
- Sparrow! Congrats!
We'll sing you a lullaby!
That's right!
I've been meaning to tell you
that I'm pregnant.
Really?
Everyone knows besides me?
Jolka from the health center
must've spilled the beans.
Grandpa!
What's wrong? Grandpa?
What's wrong?
Something in the house!
Go! I'll stay with him!
Go home!
Grandpa?
- Anyone inside?
- No idea.
I wanted to tell you for a while.
Really?
You share things like this
right away.
I'll share one more thing
right away.
I'm pregnant with Jerry.
With Jerry.
And you figured me
for a daddy?
I didn't know
on your birthday yet.
Well...
You got your share
of carbon dioxide.
But your results are fine.
We'll keep you
for observation.
And how are you?
- You're taking it easy, I hope?
- Of course.
- And you're seeing him?
- Come on!
Sometimes people
are together
and have a child
from a previous relationship.
When they start dating,
the kid is usually outside, not inside.
But when someone
has a child...
and there's love...
Sure, love.
That's him.
On behalf of the rescued boy's parents,
as representative of the voters,
I would like to honor you,
Mr. Sparrow, for your heroic deed.
Excuse me,
but I'm Sparrow.
Right! That's him!
Here you go.
It's my grandfather's doing.
You know the case?
Yes, of course.
Grandpa behaved heroically,
and there's a new dirt road
near our house.
How about naming it
after him?
Five years have to pass
from the person's death.
Only then can their name be used
for a street.
And Pears and Apples Street?
What was that about?
What did you commemorate?
Dead pears and apples?
That's right!
I can only promise
that we'll revisit the matter
once your grandpa passes on.
I've got to run.
Let's go.
And you look so nice
on posters.
I came to see gramps.
I brought you your encyclopedia
and toothbrush.
Thanks.
Your grandfather
must stay here.
Right, but families
often take their loved ones home
to let them pass away
in a familiar place.
I understand, but as a doctor,
I can't allow that now.
I know he hung around
the church.
He played the organ.
Did some odd jobs.
I get it he's important to you, but...
he'll probably die soon.
Do you have anyone?
Wife, children?
Do I have to?
You have
no husband or kids.
I have kids.
How come?
Three of them.
What are you looking at?
I adopted.
What is it like to have a kid
that isn't yours?
You fall in love,
and it's yours.
What if I don't?
You fall in love in a dog,
and this is a baby.
He had a violin in his suitcase,
and here's an accordion.
Maybe this band
still exists?
I checked
in the encyclopedia.
At least not in
the parish books.
Come on!
"Milonga
Amigos."
I had no idea
this worked like this.
What?
- It's better than the encyclopedia.
- Sure.
Humanity is progressing.
We have elevators,
to not use the stairs.
And doorbells,
to not bang on doors.
Well?
Should I write down
the address?
No, I'll remember it.
And Piotr Malicki guitar!
Milonga Amigos!
Thank you so much!
It's Argentina.
This must have been
fifty years ago.
I never knew
a more talented musician.
I thought he played the violin,
not the accordion.
He played everything.
And this...
It's not an accordion
but a bandoneon.
The buttons are arranged
in complete chaos.
In all my long musical life,
I knew only one guy
who could deal with that chaos.
Only your grandfather
was skilled enough
to remember which note was where
on this instrument.
He remembered everything?
That's right.
Didn't even need a score.
He would remember any melody,
even the most complex one.
A true genius.
For a gift?
No, the cheapest one.
TRUE STORY
HERO ROMAN SPARROW
I'm just trying something.
You know...
Didn't mean to wake you.
He looks like
he's about to die.
Hold on.
I'll be right back.
You think this will work?
If I don't try,
it won't work for sure.
This is stupid.
Turn it off.
Let it play.
What's that?
There you go!
Sparrow Street!
They named it.
Commemorated.
They just installed it poorly.
We'll fix it later.
SPARROW STREEBring it!
Well?
What now?
You have a queen,
and you know...
that I have one, too.
Come on!
Who won?
Excuse me!
Do you know where
47C Forest Street is?
Right here.
- Hi! What are you doing here?
- I live here.
Mommy!
Nice place you've got.
Hi.
- You still play soccer?
- A little with the old boys.
- And you?
- As you see.
Bag.
Pedro's gone,
the club's broke...
Forget Pedro.
Man! He sent you a postcard!
- Pedro?
- Yeah.
He made a mess
and had to leave.
- He's in Greece.
- Really?
Just look.
I haven't heard from him
in a year.
Is he even alive?
And you've been
walking here back and forth.
Because your street names
are messed up.
The GPS shows your house
next to Flamingo Street.
Flamingo?
You mean Sparrow Street!
In honor of my grandfather.
That's Sparrow, here's Flamingo.
The plates are wrong.
What's up?
Afternoon.
Get little Henry.
Time for a walk.
- Another walk?
- Go, please.
What is it?
Sorry, it's nothing.
The GPS shows
Sparrow Street by the forest.
So?
Then it's Tits, Kestrel,
and this here is Flamingo.
Everything's fine.
All birds.
Right, all birds.
But someone swapped
the Flamingo and Sparrow plates.
Nobody swapped anything.
Buy a better GPS.
Goodbye.
That's what they gave me.
What's with him?
His GPS is faulty.
A postman with a GPS.
I had the map in my head.
Pedro wrote from Greece.
He has to stay,
but he'll invite us over
once he settles down.
We'll go, right?
Yeah, probably.
But now,
let's go for a walk.
Are we going back?
Not even
three thousand steps yet.
I've done my share
of walking in life.
Little Henry and I
are going home.
Look how lovely he is.
What?
Maybe he can walk a bit with us.