(Rays of light are seen in black and white coming out of a projector. The crackling noise of an old record and loud sounds are heard in the background. We see a close-up of a vinyl record playing. A round of applause is heard.)

Narrator: Axxon N., the longest-running radio play in history: tonight, continuing in the Baltic region, a grey winter day in an old hotel.

Woman #1: Na schodach jest ciemno.

(Man #1 and Woman #1 walk down the hallway of a hotel.)

Woman #1: Nie rozpoznaję tego korytarza. Gdzie my jesteśmy?

Man #1: To nasz pokój.

Woman #1: (looking for the key in her purse) Nie mam klucza.

Man #1: Nie, nie masz. Dałaś go mnie. Ja go mam.

Woman #1: Co się ze mną dzieje? (Man #1 opens the door and both enter the room.) To jest ten pokój? Nie rozpoznaję go.

Man #1: Rozbierz się.

Woman #1: Dobrze.

(Woman #1 sits down.)

Man #1: Wiesz, czym zajmują się dziwki?

Woman #1: Tak. Pieprzą się. (undressing) Chcesz mnie przelecieć?

Man #1: Po prostu się rozbierz. Powiem ci, czego chcę.

Woman #1: Dobrze. (They start having sex.) Gdzie jesteś? Boję się. Boję się.

(Song: "Polish Poem")

Chrystabell: ♪ I sing this poem to you. On the other side I see... ♪

(Woman #1 is alone in the room sitting down naked on the bed. Already in color, we see the front of a projector casting ligh rays that fades to the Lost Girl naked, covering herself with a red cloth in the same room and position as Woman #1 was last seen.)

Chrystabell: ♪ ...shining... ♪

(The Lost Girl is crying while looking at a TV showing only static noise.)

Chrystabell: ♪ ...waves glowing. ♪

(The TV shows fast-forwarded versions of upcoming scenes with the Rabbits and Visitor #1.)

Chrystabell: ♪ It's far away, far away from me. I can see it there. ♪

(The TV static noise finally disappears and fades to the rabbits' house. Suzie is ironing as Jane sits on the sofa. Jack opens the door and enters. The audience claps. Jack sits down next to Jane.)

Jane: I'm going to find out one day.

Suzie: When will you tell it?

Jack: Who could've known?

Jane: What time is it?

(The audience laughs. Jack stands up.)

Jack: I have a secret,

Jane: There have been no calls today.

(The audience laughs. Suzie walks over. Steps are heard in the background.)

Jack: I hear someone.

Suzie: (Laughs nervously.) I do not think it will be much longer now.

(Jack stands up, opens the door, leaves and closes it. In the empty, darkened room of a fancy mansion, Jack is seen entering. The spotlight focuses on him. He disappears. The shot fades to the same room with the lights on. An initially-blurry shot focuses to reveal Janek sitting on one of the chairs of the room. The Phantom sits on the other chair.)

Janek: Szukasz czegoś?

Phantom: Tak.

Janek: Próbujesz wejść?

Phantom: Tak.

Janek: Szukasz przejścia?

Phantom: (Stands up.) Tak. Szukam przejścia. Rozumiesz?

Janek: Tak. Rozumiem.

Phantom: Czy rozumiesz, że szukam przejścia?

Janek: Tak. Doskonale rozumiem.

Phantom: Dobrze. Dobrze, że rozumiesz.

(The shot of Janek blurs out again.)

Phantom: To dobrze. Dobrze, że... rozumiesz.

(The same shot of Jack in the room, empty and dark again, focused on by the spotlight. He appears to be leaving. Fade to black. Visitor #1 goes to Nikki's mansion and rings the doorbell. Uninvited, she opens the outermost door. Nikki walks over to observe from far while Henry the Butler checks who it is. He opens the innermost door and finds Visitor #1.)

Henry: May I help you?

(Visitor #1 speaks with a strong, foreign accent.)

Visitor #1: Yes. I'm a new neighbor. I live just down the street.

Henry: (turning over to Nikki) Madam?

(Nikki nods. Henry the Butler opens the door and Visitor #1 enters.)

Visitor #1: Hello! I don't mean to intrude. I'm your new neighbor. I... hope this isn't inconvenient for you.

Nikki: No, no. Um... please sit down.

Visitor #1: Oh, (looking around) such a lovely home you have!

Nikki: Well, thank you. We enjoy it very much. Please. (All three of them walk to the table.) Would you like, uh, coffee?

Visitor #1: That would be lovely. Thank you. (Both sit down.)

Henry: And for you, ma'am?

Nikki: I'll have the same, Henry, thank you.

(Henry the Butler leaves.)

Visitor #1: I've—I've been going around meeting our new neighbors. I think that it is important to know one's neighbors. To say "Hello" to them.

Nikki: Yes, it's very rare these days but that's very nice. Which house are you living in?

Visitor #1: Just down the way. Tucked back in the small woods. The brick house.

Nikki: I think I know the one.

Visitor #1: It's difficult to see it from the road.

(Henry the Butler enters with two napkins followed by the servant carrying a coffee set. They both set the table and Henry gives the two women their napkins before serving them coffee.)

Visitor #1: (grabbing the napkin) Thank you.

Henry: Condiments, madam?

Visitor #1: Oh, yes. Very good.

Henry: (to Nikki) Will that be all, madam?

Nikki: Uh, yes. Yes, thank you.

Henry: I'll be just close by if you need me.

Nikki: Thank you, Henry.

Visitor #1: So, you have a new role to play, I hear?

Nikki: Up for a role, but, uh, I'm afraid, far from getting it.

Visitor #1: No, no, I definitely heard that you have it.

Nikki: Oh.

Visitor #1: Yes. It is an—It is an interesting role?

Nikki: Oh, yes, very.

Visitor #1: Is it about marriage?

Nikki: Um, perhaps in some ways, but, uh...

Visitor #1: Your husband. He's involved?

Nikki: No.

Visitor #1: Mmm... A little boy went out to play. When he opened his door, he saw the world. As he passed through the doorway, he caused a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born and followed the boy

Nikki: (confused) I'm sorry. Wh—What is that?

Visitor #1: An old tale... and the variation: A little girl went out to play, lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the marketplace. You see that, don't you? But through the alley behind the marketplace. This is the way to the palace. But... it isn't something you remember. Forgetfulnessl. It happens to us all. And, me? Why. I'm the worst one! "Oh, where was I?" Mmm, yes. Is—Is there a murder in your film?

Nikki: Uh, no. That's not part of the story.

Visitor #1: No. I think you are wrong about that.

Nikki: No.

Visitor #1: Brutal ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ murder!

Nikki: Uh, I don't like this kind of talk. The things you've been saying... I think you should go now.

Visitor #1: (Nods.) Yes. Me, I—I can't seem to remember if it's today, two days from now or... yesterday! I suppose if it was nine forty-five, I'd think it was after midnight. For instance: if today was tomorrow, you wouldn't even remember that you owed on an unpaid bill. Actions do have consequences... and yet, there is the magic. If it was tomorrow, you would be sitting over there. (She points towards the couch in front of them. They both look in that direction.) Do you see?

(Nikki, Linda and Tracy are sitting down on the same couch. Henry the Butler approaches them with a wireless phone.)

Henry: Excuse me, ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am? Telephone. It's for you. (handing the phone over to Nikki) It's your agent.

Nikki: (on the phone) Greg? (gets excited, stands up) Greg?! (visibly happy) Greg! (starts jumping and is joined by her friends) Oh, I got it! I got it!

Linda and Tracy: Oh, I knew it. Good for you!

(A serious-faced Piotrek observes her wife Nikki and her friends celebrating from upstairs. Cut to a meeting of the crew for the film On High in Blue Tomorrows in Stage 32 at Paramount Studios. The Hollywood sign is visible from the place.)

Kingsley: Nikki, it's we who are happy and fortunate to have you onboard on this film, on this role. I meant everything I said in praising Devon. And, forgive me, I do love making speeches. I mean this too: you ha