Scheda (2025) s01e01 Episode Script

1
We all have some debt.
And I don't mean money,
but gratitude.
For time.
Attention.
Sacrifice.
And those are priceless.
That's why when it's our turn,
we do everything to repay.
Even if it means…
that we have to go along
with things we absolutely don't want.
THE HERITAGE
It's not about
what I or anyone else wants,
but what your grandpa wanted.
- That's why we're here, honey.
- That's why you burned Grandpa?
It's "cremated," you idiot.
That's what Grandpa wanted.
And it wasn't me who did it, thank God.
It's shipshape. Let's go.
The sea and cigs-
that's what your grandpa loved the most.
So ashes in the sea is kind of
like a dream come true for him.
He also loved busty tourists.
And you, of course.
Sorry, don't touch me, or I'll fall apart.
Did you bring their blazers?
Make sure they spruce up.
What's up?
Sunflowers.
Regular, yellow sunflowers.
Not roses.
No. I already told you four days ago.
What do I care?
Cut them from your mother-in-law's garden.
Get them to the chapel
in half an hour. Bye.
Idiots, idiots everywhere.
What is he supposed to do?
I don't give a damn, man.
How was the fishing?
- We're still weighing, but it's good.
- What about this?
The mechanic will check
the engine in the evening,
- but fat chance.
- Jesus…
- If we had at least two more boats…
- No. Please, Turbot.
Not now.
Gather up the boys
and I'll see you at Mass.
And…
- the masts.
- Black flags, I know.
Alright, let's go.
Relax, they're from our fireplace.
Johnny…
is here.
CAPTAIN JAN MRÓZ "JOHNNY"
SAILED INTO ETERNITY AT THE AGE OF 79
- Can you turn it off?
- No. Not a moment's peace.
Exactly.
Hania, it's a big moment.
You're not an undertaker.
See?
Easy.
Do you have my father's uniform?
I forgot.
Thank you.
Sorry for your loss.
Take the uniform
and the boys to the church.
Don't even ask.
Of course I swapped him out.
- Where is he?
- In the car.
Does any family member wish to speak?
My father… Dad…
didn't like to talk.
He hated chatter,
couldn't stand idle talk.
I'll try to keep it short
so I don't bother him.
Johnny was the first person born here,
on Hel, after the war.
I'm sure he told you many times.
And he loved this town
more than anything else.
Maybe even more than…
He hated failures, couldn't admit them.
He was always pushing forward,
often against the wind.
Firmly and sternly.
Without complaint.
Dad…
I promise I'll do everything to…
make you proud.
Ready.
Aim!
Fire!
What's going on there?
- Where are they going?
- I don't know.
What is it?
There.
Excuse me.
Balaenoptera physalus.
Not seen here for over 50 years.
- What?
- A fin whale.
I have to get it to the Marine Station.
Stay back, please!
Stay back.
I can't believe it.
Today of all days.
Councillor Paweł Mróz.
It's a very urgent matter. Yes.
I understand.
Sure, I'll wait.
Of all the fucking beaches on Hel,
did it have to get stranded on ours?
Old Jóźwiak saw it from the lighthouse.
He says that the sea is crying for Johnny.
I'm about to cry.
I have hot dishes coming in
in 15 minutes
and a band booked until four.
Please, join us for a repast.
- It's time for lunch, help me.
- Just a minute.
Join us at Kormoran.
- Sheriff!
- Coming.
- Thank you.
- Come here.
- Help me gather them.
- I'm doing what I can.
Excuse me, everyone!
You are all invited to Kormoran.
Please, feel free to come.
You are all welcome to join us.
Please, come on, be with us.
Can you hear me?
I'll make it short.
Johnny had a good heart.
He would do anything
for his loved ones. And I think…
he'd be pissed
that instead of drinking in his honor,
we're staring at a whale.
Let's go to Kormoran.
Please join us.
Thank you very much.
Here's to Johnny!
Herring, Mayor.
The bottle is on its way.
We're good, Hania.
Give me two bottles.
- Yes, boss.
- Don't call me that.
- Kormoran belongs to Paweł.
- Are you going to renovate or sell it?
What?
I asked Paweł and he said
that the bar will be yours, not his.
Johnny didn't care much
what it looked like here,
but I think this place
could be really cool.
If you want to sell it, let me know.
I don't know
if I should be looking for a job.
- What can I get you?
- Three beers.
What the hell was that?
I was sad that the guests preferred
a dead whale over our dead father.
Really? Where the hell were you
when he was alive?
Nothing's changed, right?
You're still a selfish prick.
And you?
- Still not in the national team?
- Fuck off.
Nobody missed you here.
- So what?
- Not a damn thing.
- Dad?
- What's going on?
Just saying hello to Uncle Paweł.
You may not recognize my daughter.
But you should remember Ola.
If you don't, you will.
- Come in.
- We're going to a different wake.
Maciek, stop it.
You didn't answer my emails.
We didn't expect you.
Surprise.
Cheers. See you in another few years.
Let's go, girls.
Hey! No running!
- Are you all set?
- Yes.
Thank you.
Can't you help it?
Here you go.
He should've talked that bullshit
when Father was alive.
He has a right to be here.
If he had been carrying him
to the toilet, wiping his butt,
giving him meds and watching over him,
he would have the right.
- Stop it.
- Where was he for the last few months?
Where was he for the last few years?
He doesn't care about Father or us.
He only came here for business.
There's a deal to be done.
We both know what.
Anyways, fuck him to the moon and back.
Voilà.
Venue with the best view.
What's next?
Next place over is Sweden.
Maciek, what is your plan?
We have to stay a couple of days.
Where will we sleep?
I'll go look at the whale.
Ola!
Should I take a photo of you?
Your followers will love it.
Hey.
You're here. Glad you could make it.
Sorry, babe. But she…
I mean, the female fin whale.
The most beautiful animal I've ever seen.
Even though it's dead.
Time…
is of the essence now.
The faster we take samples,
the more we'll know about her.
I know you needed me.
Listen…
I didn't need you.
He's going to become mayor,
inherit the campsite
and build Fisherman's House there.
Yeah.
Right.
See you.
- Pardon me.
- Oh, shit!
That's the reaction
I'm getting today. Got a light?
Yeah.
How did you know Johnny?
You don't look like a shanty fan.
Old friend. Thank you.
Maciek!
Maciek Mróz.
Weronika.
- No!
- Yes.
Wera?
"I'm eight and jellyfish scare me?"
Nineteen and they're still gross.
There's trash to take out.
Come on.
- See you.
- Bye.
How did you put up with Dad?
I was a pain in his butt.
A level higher than a black sheep.
I'm not sure.
Mum, we're off to the pitch.
Come back soon.
How old are your boys?
Janek is almost fourteen,
and Antek is ten.
I see.
You had seen Antek
only once before, right?
Exactly.
- How long will you stay?
- Two days.
But is that long enough
to piss off the big boy?
Stop it.
Our father wanted you to be here today.
He dreamed of it.
"First point: Everyone shall come."
That's why I spammed your inbox.
I don't even have
your current number, you know?
He saved the best for last.
You know it's illegal
to scatter ashes in Poland.
Great timing to say that.
He should lie next to Mother.
At least after death.
He wanted the sea, the sea it is.
Talk to him if you don't like it.
But…
A coffee can?
Are you fucking serious?
Ola!
Maybe you should stay, huh?
- What?
- It's going to be rocky.
When I moved here,
I threw up every time
I got on the boat for a year.
- I have a strong stomach.
- Careful.
Here, here.
How are you, kid?
To me, it's amazing.
Holy shit.
What's that?
Father's moonshine?
- Where did you get this?
- I made it.
We'll be gone in a couple of days.
Move back or you'll be covered in Grandpa.
My father's house stood by the sea
Halaba-looby-ley!
Halaba-looby-looby-ley!
All ladies liked to visit it
Halaba-looby-ley!
He sailed again and came back to land
Halaba-looby-ley!
Halaba-looby-looby-ley!
A cold and empty house he found
Halaba-looby-ley!
An empty house stands by the sea
Halaba-looby-ley!
Halaba-looby-looby-ley!
And no one comes to visit it
Halaba-looby-ley!
Listen…
I'll go to my room to write a report.
Now we really need money
from the Ministry, for that fin whale.
Sleep tight.
What's up, Turbot?
What the fuck?
No, no! But I… I need one more week.
Two weeks at most.
Of course I'll pay them.
No. Soon, we'll have…
new boats, chillers, permits.
Come on, we'll roar back.
Two weeks.
Can the three of you sail out tonight?
Thanks, Turbot.
Fuck!
- It's on.
- Ta-dah!
Off.
On.
Off.
It's on.
I picked it up from the parcel locker.
It may cheer you up.
How could my stupid mug cheer me up?
Paweł, you'll build that Fisherman's House
and become mayor. Chill out.
- You look freaking hot.
- Do I?
Has Doggie missed his Kitty?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm sorry, but I buried my father today.
This isn't a good time.
I'm not in the mood.
Okay.
You can sleep here,
since you probably still don't like me.
And the inheritance…
Hello?
Alright.
You may now enter the office
to hear the will of Jan Mróz.
"I, the undersigned Jan Mróz,
born 13 July 1945,
expressing my last will
in a state of mind that allows me
to take a conscious and free decision,
hereby declare:
I devise the entire estate,
that is, the 16-hectare plot
located on the coast,
the four-hectare campsite
and the house, to…
my beloved and only…
granddaughter, Maja Mróz."
Fuck me.
What the hell?
"The administration
of the aforementioned estate,
due to the age of the legatee,
until she reaches majority,
will be appointed to Maja's father
and my son, Maciej Mróz.
Postscript:
No man is an island.
Jan Mróz."
How about a smoke break?
Yes. We need to talk, right?
- I swear I didn't know.
- Fuck off.
Hey, Paweł!
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
I was sure
we already removed nets from here.
We did.
We pulled three dead seals this month.
Remove them all.
Don't leave any remnants of the nets.
Clear the seabed, alright?
Hello?
Are you sure?
- The boys say…
- What?
- Out with it.
- The body is headless.