The night porter for a large company - an eternally unlucky man who is not even able to record the last goodbye to his mother's answering machine - decides to commit suicide at work. The final step is made impossible for him by an unexpected appearance of an attractive woman. She calls herself the Final Woman, because every single one of her men lost his life due to an accident or a heart attack. The woman is tired of the deaths that follow her and, in order to break the streak of bad luck, she decides to commit herself to the biggest loser in town. Google points her to the Porter, to whom she declares that the next day she will move into his apartment, they will get married and have a wedding.
Just like in every real black comedy, the corpses fall in great number in Anna Burzyńska's play. The first one is, as it later turns out, Porter's CEO, who, jealously following the woman, slipped on a rotten kiwi. What to do with the corpse? - the Porter is wondering hysterically. The Final Woman is the one who suggests a little role swap: since the Porter is strikingly similar to the CEO, all he has to do is put on his clothes and try to figure out the situation. However, being president is not all that easy - it means a dozen children, at least as many jealous lovers and the mafia breathing down his neck. The Porter plays his role so credibly that he eventually falls prey to the jealous Final Woman. Although he is rescued by a bulletproof vest, he eventually dies slipping on a rotten kiwi. So how can you not believe in fate?
Two very good comedy roles for a man and a woman!