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HEROIC SYMPHONY IN TWO PARTS
SCREENPLAY
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
MUSIC
PART 1 - STARRING
PART 2 - STARRING
DIRECTED BY
PART ONE SCHERZO ALLA POLACCA
About face!
Left face!
Faster! Faster!
About face!
You, grandpa in white! About face left!
Ranks of fours left face!
Dress pace! Dress pace!
Forward... march!
Left! Left! Left!
Halt!
Left face form double line!
Stay in a line! You, tall one!
Left face!
Stay in a line!
Forward... march!
Left! Left! Right!
Left! Right!
Halt!
- Corporal, sir! - What?
- A plane. - So what?
Shut up and listen, soldier! Form a line!
Form a line!
Left face!
Attention, boys! The general welcomes you!
- Hello, boys! - Hello, general, sir!
Some soldiers, my ***!
- Is that how you stand at attention? - But corporal, sir...
Air attack! Run for cover!
Damn!
- What are they doing? - Can't you see? A power plant.
They're generating electricity.
Keep working!
I've had enough.
It always begins with a drill.
- I'm splitting. - Where to?
Risk my life for a drill? It's not for me.
So long.
Volunteers, fall in!
Form double line!
Jurek and Wladek follow me!
Get inside, Jurek!
Hurrah!
Do the Germans let people out of Warsaw?
They're only in Wilanow. You'll sneak in.
Thank you.
- Oh God! It's you! - Good evening.
God! Babyface! You're here? Alive?
I see you manage quite well.
- Is he from the Todt organization? - Please.
Lieutenant of the Hungarian Hussars, general's aide...
- Can he speak Polish? - No.
Introduce me.
Lieutenant Istvan Kolya, My husband - mon marie.
Nice to meet you.
Well, what about a drink, Mr. Hungarian?
Where did you get this hussar from?
Zalesie's full of Hungarian troops.
That's why they requisitioned my bedroom upstairs.
Upstairs? You're comfy then.
So...
Cheers, Mr. Hungarian!
Salami... ham...
- A gift from the general. - You show him a lot of hospitality.
Remember, money's running out. We left everything in Krucza St.
- Are you sleeping with him? - Come on!
I know you. You couldn't resist such a brunette.
Cheers...
Mr. Lieutenant.
Are you coming from Warsaw?
No Warsaw. Radom. Mother sick.
Don't tell him I was in the Uprising. One gets a bullet in the head for it.
- I hope he's not in love with Hitler. - No.
- We haven't been discussing politics. - I wouldn't think so.
- Budapest beautiful city. - So is Warsaw.
No, Warsaw not. Bandits.
- Understand? - No bandits. Polish patriots.
In Warsaw patriots, in Budapest patriots, in Berlin...
Bandits! Cheers.
- Poles and Hungarians are brothers. - Go for a walk.
- Walk? - Warm. Blackout.
Some walk lover. I've just walked 20 kilometers.
- Curfew. - No curfew for me.
Both go walking...
- I like Polish ladies. - I can see that.
He's drunk. Tell him I'm sleeping here tonight.
Babyface!
Walk?
Beautiful night.
Go ahead.
Curfew... Germans.
No Germans. Hungarians.
What? What? What?
- Move. - Move where?
Please.
- He'll waste me, damn it. - What?
He'll waste me for that ***.
What's that? Move.
No! Enough. Ain't going any further.
Shoot!
Damn it! What's this?!
What the hell's this?
What is this?
- Cannons. - Cannons?
Zosia told me. You're coming from Warsaw.
Uprising, officer, right?
What a ***!
Yeah, I'm a Polish patriot. A commander.
Hitler kaput. We want to help Polish patriots.
You want to help?
- With guns? - Yes.
- Cannons? - That's right.
Geez, drink, brother.
Or rather a brother-in-law.
Heil Hitler. Who are you?
Lieutenant Kolya of the Imperial and Royal Hungarian Army.
Just like in the Austro-Hungarian times.
Where are the headquarters?
The headquarters? In that school on the left.
Heil Hitler.
I'm going.
See you tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
One down. Go!
Greetings for Zosia!
Look. He had a Luger.
Got any bullets?
Let me see what he's got.
That's the one from the cab!
I set that one up for you.
- Speak! - Take me to the commander of Mokotow.
Take him there.
- Is it far? - Over here.
- Babyface! - Lola! What're you doing here?
- And you? - I'm here to see the colonel.
I'm on a very important mission.
I thought you were with Zosia in Zalesie.
Babyface going underground! I didn't know that.
Sure you didn't. In your position...
I'm really in a hurry. Where can I find you?
Here, in the communication center. My nick is Blueberry.
Bye.
- I'll see you later. - Over there.
Straight on.
- Who are you? - Gorkiewicz.
I'm coming from Zalesie.
- Hungarians are there. - So?
They want to help. Ten thousand men, cannons, bazookas, tanks...
- What? - I'd arrange it for you,
but they demand a written statement from the Uprising command.
Is it so?
Are you through to Downtown yet?
It's still via London. The landline's still out.
- All right. - To Downtown via London?
Now tell me the whole story.
There's a long way ahead, major.
Quiet. No ranks.
We met by accident en route.
If we get separated, let's meet in Zalesie.
6 Pilsudski Street.
Poor Marshal.
Maybe he's better off dead.
If anything happens, the papers are in my left shoe sole.
I've got better stuff up my sleeve.
Two gold five ruble coins.
If anything happens, give them to my wife.
Or better give them to the orphans.
They're on their way to the City.
If the Hungarian thing worked out, we'd have an anti-aircraft artillery.
We'd wait for the Reds and... Where are they, anyway?
In Otwock.
What a screw-up with all that uprising thing.
- Couldn't you have played it better? - With whom?
The Reds. 2 weeks gone, and they haven't got to Warsaw yet.
The Germans pushed them off.
And there was no one to talk to, coz they don't recognize us.
Oh, my!
So who's gonna chase the Germans out of Warsaw? You?
- Them. - Get up!
- This is the Polish tragedy. - The first column move out!
- Didn't you study history? - Let's go, major.
I live in Krucza Street.
- By Narcissus? Is it still there? - Guess so.
- Germans let people out of Warsaw? - Yes, they do.
- Escorting your uncle? - Chickening out.
- Don't like it here. - Let's take him to the fort.
- Kiss my ***. - Leave the ***.
Move! Clear the right!
Do you really have to limp?
But I am lame.
- I'll help, miss. - Thank you.
You!
Help her!
- Carry it! - Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.
- Do it. - God will reward you, sir.
Jesus!
Why are you taking all this rubbish?
- A poor man carries all his things on his back! - Or someone else's.
- Move! - I'm moving.
Can't you throw some of this away?
- You wanna kill a man? - Easy for you to say.
Who'll give me anything? All my stuff's buried in the ruins, or burnt.
I'll pay you. I'll build you a stove.
I'll give you an electric iron.
Where will I find you? What's mine is mine.
- You're young and strong. - Move!
- You old ***! Your junk'll kill me! - Shame on you!
A German is more understanding. Compatriots are the worst.
- I'll give you 5 rubles for this junk. - Real ones?
Sure they're real. You'll get all the junk of the world for it.
- Well? - Okay, relieve yourself.
Enough! I'll carry it myself.
Stop!
Jesus Christ!
Move on!
Some life, huh?
- Tomorrow we gotta go back. - Not me. You can send me the medal.
I live here Come, you must rest. You're falling off your feet.
You're no infantry, are you?
Or you know what? Let's go for a swim.
- First the Hungarians. - Hungarians?
It's over there. Let's go.
Yes?
We've come about the meat.
One second.
See that cognac?
I could go now, but I'll hang a little longer.
I'm curious how the story unfolds.
Come in, please.
You'd better wait out here.
- Hi! - Hello!
You must go back to Warsaw at once!
- Are you crazy? - Hungarians make conditions.
- They want our answer by lunchtime tomorrow. - Really?
I'll be sunbathing by that time.
I'm no messenger boy. Do it yourself.
Won't make it in 3 days. Got blisters on my feet.
Get a cart and four mules.
- Do they give cannons? - Three to start with.
- But we must get them from Zalesie. - No probs!
I'll draw one to Mokotow myself.
Can you hear it?
Will you give me a letter?
No. Only spoken word.
Hungarians have been ordered to leave tomorrow.
They'll join us, if we guarantee,
that the soviets will accept them as allies.
Is it worth the trouble? You've no contact with the Russians.
2 Hungarian divisions are here. We cannot just say 'no' to them.
Babyface! Here you are at last!
I see you're doing quite well. Istvan'll be back soon, huh?
We're not alone. Introduce me to this gentleman.
Professor Teofil Kozlowski. My wife.
- Professor will stay in our house. - And you?
I'll go away for a while.
Professor's gone through a lot in the Uprising. He's a lot to tell you.
- He's a famous numismatist. - Mumi... what?
Whatever. Make some food. I'm leaving in half hour.
Babyface! I've got the feeling you don't love me anymore!
Stop!
Go back!
I must go to Warsaw. My mom is sick.
I'll take her and bring her back here in no time.
It's forbidden. Bandits in Warsaw.
Yes, bandits, plutocrats, the soviets, commies, but my dear mom sick...
- My beloved mommy! - Back off! Move!
Please, man. Let my mom see me before she dies.
Wait...
My last one.
- Freeze! - Don't turn around!
Good evening. We know each other.
- You're back. - Yes, I am.
And the Germans let you out? They have a soft spot for you?
No soft spots. Just put the gun down. It makes me sick.
- How can we be of service? - Take me to the Mokotow command.
We will, we will...
Boys, take him to the gendarmerie.
Is it worth it? You can smell a rat from a mile.
- I'd waste him on the spot. - It's a spoken matter!
- The colonel's waiting for me. - Sure he is.
They'll chat with you at the gendarmerie's. Off with him!
Great! Here goes the lamp.
Let's end this farce. I need to talk to your colonel urgently.
- The fate of the Uprising depends on it. - Answer the questions!
What were you doing today before breaking out of Mokotow?
I was hiding in a basement.
- Where? - At Saint Elizabeth's.
- With who? - With a ***.
- What's her name? - Don't know.
They don't introduce themselves.
What were you doing during the occupation?
- Trading. - In what? - In everything.
Gold, planks, watch hands.
And you? You earned your wages, right?
- Who can confirm that? - Your colonel!
Tell him Gorkiewicz has come from Hungarians.
What do you have to do with Hungarians?
A common border, eternal friendship, and a wife.
- Hey, mister! Let's end it at last! - Quiet!
Take him to the cellar!
Out!
You'll be taken to the commander.
At last.
You'll thank your hero, when the time comes.
Yeah, right.
- Colonel... - Wait here.
- We must give them the guarantee. - Hold on a minute.
- It's boring around here. - It's always boring at night.
I'll be transferred to Belgijska St.
Germans are nearby. The whole street's dancing.
Don't lose your head in that dance, though.
- You gotta live it up to the fullest. - Messenger!
Know what? I'm trying to get hold of a Sten.
- Where's that from? - It's a rail cannon at Okecie.
Mr. G!
- Did they agree? - Hide this slip well.
- Or learn the numbers by heart. - By heart? No way.
You must give it to Major by 1600 hours tomorrow. Good luck.
How will I pass through? Everyone's pointing their guns at me.
- I'll get shot. - You'll get a medal.
A medal's not gonna help much.
Colonel, is that Hungarian thing gonna work out?
It'd be a shame to waste such an opportunity.
You'll leave before dawn. We'll inform the guards to let you pass.
You're so reluctant.
Freeze!
Password!
How shall I know?
- Put it down! - There ain't no bullets, anyway.
I wanted to see Cherry... no, Blueberry!
She's down there.
- Good night. - Night.
- Babyface! - Hi. You're alone?
Yes. Everyone's asleep upstairs.
Don't get too affectionate! I'm on duty.
And I'm engaged.
I've never been lucky with women of principle.
- Speaking? I'm switching off! - Got any food?
They promise you medals, but forget about dinner.
I'll warm up the potatoes. Watch the switch.
- If it goes down, call me in. - Okay.
Lola! Four of them went down!
Lola!
It's the explosion! Make a fire!
Fox again? Here's the exchange. Bear, I'm putting Badger through.
Badger's your colonel. Perfect match.
Lola? What's this? Hidden treasure?
- It's the owner's. - And where is he?
- He ran away. - So what do I care?
Lola! Look at this!
Tokay! Champagne!
You were sitting on all this, you dummies?
Whiskey...
Dubonnet...
Tokay from Prince Hohenlohe's cellar!
Fry the potatoes! Poles and Hungarians are like brothers! We'll drink it all!
But our war...
is colorful...
no... no...
Good wine.
Waited 73 years for Mr. Gorkiewicz.
Drink, Lola.
I can't. I'm dizzy.
You're a fine woman.
- Why didn't I marry you? - Exactly. Why?
I'm so dizzy.
Who needs Zoska? I always miss the best things.
Ibis calling.
No...
Use the finger.
It's four o'clock, Blueberry!
Oh, God...
It's four!
Gentlemen!
I gotta go!
Kisses...
Hold, doggie!
Fan me, coz I'm hot.
That's the way. Stay! Stay!
Poor Downtown.
Damn headache!
Getting bombed on stupid wine.
We understand each other, right?
What scared you now? It's war.
Where're you gonna go now, orphan?
Your home's in ruins.
Mine too.
Cut it out! Give me my bottle back!
Wait...
Follow me!
Gentlemen insurgents!
Gentlemen insurgents! I need to get to the Hungarians!
Wait for me!
Wait!
Sister!
Do you happen to have some pills?
I've got a splitting headache!
Excuse me...
Total stupidity! Craziness!
Shame to target such a talented man! Damn it!
Don't shoot!
Wife! Children! Mother! Warsaw!
I'm off!
Don't laugh!
Don't laugh!
I'm sick!
Hey, lady! Is this your relative?!
He told me to bring him to this address!
God! Babyface!
My dear! What's wrong?
He's wounded!
He's dead! My dearest Babyface! Say something!
- Damned head! - What's the matter with you?
- Are you alive? - Stop talking! What's the time?
- Two o'clock. Can you stand up? - Damn!
Mister! What about my 5 rubles?
My wife'll pay you!
- Here you are at last! - And you're just watering flowers?
Currants. I had to find some job. You got scratched by a cat?
Some cat, my ***. I stepped into the middle of hell.
Germans, cannons, tanks! God knows what else! Here's the letter.
Your losses haven't been that big, then.
Well? What's that?
Why did I get myself in all this, then?
I'd better have stayed at home, watching over my wife.
Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye.
You're the only one to have benefited from all this.
Our cannons...
- Damn! To blow something like that! - I was so full of hope.
***! Gendarmerie! I ain't taking this ride.
- You're not going back to Mokotow? - The place's taken!
- It's hell out there now! - Our boys are fighting...
against the Germans there. I'm not trying to persuade you.
- It's quite risky. - Istvan!
- Long live Poland! - They're in no better position.
Zosia!
Professor wants to say goodbye. What's this?
- From Istvan. Family necklace. - Sure.
But not his family. Let's treat it as partial compensation.
- You're leaving us. - I have to. Thank you for having me.
See you...
partner.
Come, Babyface. We're alone at last.
You deserve some rest after all these errands.
Zosia will take care of you.
Maybe our apartment will survive? What do you think?
Where are you going, Babyface?
Don't leave me alone here!
Babyface!
PART TWO OSTINATO - LUGUBRE
Attention!
At ease!
- Prisoners camp. - A sanatorium.
I was afraid they'd send us to a concentration camp.
- Why's it so empty in here? - I've no idea.
Gentlemen...
There'll be a bath, uniforms, and a search.
We know that in Warsaw you were paid in dollars.
Better hand them in of your own accord.
Now to the washroom.
- Everyone wants dollars right away. - What were you thinking?
Germans are a peculiar nation.
They burn people in crematoria and here they organize festivals.
The Geneva Convention. Different life.
Oh, my!
Look at that.
- Gentlemen insurgents! - Welcome!
How's it in Warsaw?
Here they are.
Welcome.
- Lieutenant Marianek. - Szpakowski
Go ahead, please.
- Marianek. - Kurzawa.
Please, follow me, gentlemen.
Come in, please.
On behalf of the team, let me welcome you.
- Lieutenant Korwin-Makowski. - Lieutenant Kurzawa.
- 2nd lieutenant Szpakowski. - 2nd Lieutenant Dabecki.
Hello.
Zak.
Zak.
Krygier's my name.
Szpakowski.
Turek! Wake up! We have new colleagues here.
TUREK IS SLEEPING HERE. DON'T WAKE UP.
Hello.
Hi. Turek. 2nd Lieutenant.
- Hello. - Szpakowski.
I pity you.
Not at all.
We're here for a holiday.
Your places are here.
Now let me invite you to a little treat.
- Come, gentlemen. - Take your seats.
- Go ahead. - We know each other, lieutenant.
Don't you remember? Officer cadet Kurzawa.
You gave me some drill...
I guess... Yes, I remember.
We parted the last day of September, 1939.
When the Germans chased us off to Skierniewice.
- Did they release you from the camp? - I just took off, hid in some store.
And at night, I went back to Warsaw.
And you've been here all this time?
That's rude, lieutenant.
You wriggled out of the camp.
You earned two stars in the meantime.
An officer in permanent service shall not forgive you that.
Well, I was lucky. Still, some have broken out of this place too.
What's that?
You're quite well-off here.
Powdered coffee?
Powdered coffee. Powdered milk. Powdered eggs.
Powdered people, too.
So no one's ever broken out of here for all those 5 years?
Lieutenant Zawistowski did. You've inherited his bunk.
How did he do it?
No one knows.
He just vanished.
He was a great officer. Made of steel.
- He's in the west by now. - Smartass.
He redeemed the camp's honor.
Lieutenant Zawistowski was a very good colleague. Strong personality.
- And a righteous man. - The only one you could talk to.
Such a loss.
An officer in captivity is obliged to escape.
- He was the only one... - I'd escape
not out of an officer's duty. I just can't stand it any longer.
I asked you not to talk to me, lieutenant Zak.
- Aren't you eating? - We already have.
It's for you.
Thank you for the treat.
Gentlemen, let's portion the margarine.
Marianek, check the scales.
- Can we begin? - Just a moment.
Okay.
- Ready. Whose is it? - Krygier's.
- And this one? - Dabecki's.
Take it, gentlemen.
There.
More.
- Good. - Whose?
- Turek's. - Mr. Turek!
Mr. Turek. Margarine!
Could you respect the sleeping time of the only human being in here?
You know I've a debt with Krygier and the margarine goes to him.
- Whose? - Lieutenant Zak's.
Zak! Your margarine!
Zak!
This one.
Not this one. Why are you always so spiteful?
Because I'm fed up with that foolery of yours.
God! If only I could be alone.
Wherever: in a loft, in a cellar, in a loo...
- You're insulting us! - Leave him. He's unstable.
Yes. I'm unstable.
Why don't you run like that Zawistowski guy?
He's probably gobbling on English beefsteaks now. Kurzawa!
Remember the taste of beefsteaks?
He's probably sitting alone in a room by the radio,
- thinking where to go out at night. - Nonsense!
He's probably fighting under Maczek's, or Anders's command.
- Didn't Turek say he was seen in London? - Turek said nothing.
A colleague of mine sent a message home
that Zawistowski was seen in England. That's all I know.
Don't mention my name. It keeps me awake.
Sure I'd like to break out.
Getting through the barbed wires is not a problem. But what then?
Get through them, then.
- I hate empty talk. - I will.
- Even tomorrow. - Wanna bet?
- 1000 smokes. - Deal.
- Maybe finally I'll be put in a hole. - Cut it out! Don't tempt the fate.
- The guard... - Let him shoot!
Maybe I'll get out of here at last?
Be at the wire fence, tomorrow after the roll-call.
Learn to walk in clogs!
You must be surprised?
Nothing ever surprises me.
Don't bother.
- Insomnia? - No. I sleep during the day.
- Want some coffee? - No, thanks.
- Will you drink it all by yourself? - Yes.
That dervish doesn't count. He's asleep anyway.
- I'm sorry. I won't disturb you. - Stay, please.
You are... You are from the world.
Well...
Do you know what it means to have been in for 5 years?
You see...
In the first year, I was fascinated by the Alps.
I used to draw Alps. Then I drew wires.
Then I started drawing baboons for cigarettes.
- Baboons? - Yeah. Higher rank officers.
- Now I don't do anything. - Lieutenant. The Holy Mass's at six.
Do you want me to wake you up? Maybe you know how to serve?
- What? - Acolyte's service?
Excuse me. I'm just resting here.
You dervish, stop bothering a normal man.
You went mad after three years.
And it's only his first day here.
Why aren't you asleep?
You've dozed off, dervish!
You pray day and night,
but fall asleep at the most important moment.
- I couldn't hear the footsteps. - Go to bed.
I came barefooted so as not to wake anybody up. Excuse me.
Would you like some coffee, lieutenant?
Yes.
You seem a decent man.
This way or another, I must trust you.
What are you afraid of?
The Germans get to know about different things.
And we're talking life here.
I'm not very talkative.
Five years in the underground.
If you think it's necessary, you may speak.
Both Marianek and I share food with him.
No one else knows about it.
He is hungry and seems ill.
- Are you a professional officer? - No. I'm not.
I was in college, when the war broke out.
Good. I don't need to ask you for the officer's word of honor.
- I don't get it. - Haven't you figured it out yet?
This is the only one who's broken out of here.
The one gobbling on beefsteaks, and fighting out in the west.
Lieutenant Zawistowski.
He's up there. Gestapo came looking for him.
He has to remain in hiding.
Here was a forest. The cannon over there...
NPL started from the village of Rynie. You were sitting ducks.
- We were the vanguard... - You should've remained
on the edge of the forest. A cavalry's charge would've swept the tanks away.
But we were firing.
- What's that about? - September 1939.
- Who remembers that? - Didn't you take part in that campaign?
- I was 15. - And you're an officer.
- Promoted during the war. - These promotions shall be verified.
We start "Basic" tomorrow.
- We've appointed you, lieutenant. - What the hell's "Basic"?
Military training. Tactics.
You take a "Basic English" textbook as a cover.
- Not a word to anyone. - Thank you...
- ... for considering me. - Is it a 'no'?
- A duty of an officer in captivity... - I know, but...
a military career is of no interest to me. I guess there'll be no more war.
- How much is a dollar? - 40 smokes, I guess.
- What about bread? - They say 200 smokes. I don't know.
- 5 bucks for a bread? - I don't know.
If it's too much for you, get beans.
You'll have more, when they swell. Go ask Krygier.
Officers!
Cut it out, Mr. Zak.
Be reasonable.
- I'll stand. - Do you have any complaints?
- No. - Come in.
No, thank you.
Your number?
- What's that for? - He wants to get into the guardhouse.
The only place in the camp, where you're alone.
There's a long line. You must wait several weeks.
Officers! Fall out!
What about a couple of rounds? I do 15 after the roll-call.
No. I'm going to the infirmary to ask for pills against coughing.
- You have no honor! - Don't teach me about honor!
- Step off! - People know who you are!
- Nobody knows you, that's worse! - I'll sue you!
- Don't even try! - We'll settle it here, then!
Fool!
They're a disgrace to the Polish uniform.
It's an American uniform. From the World War I.
Officers! Stop that! It's the general's order!
Your general can kiss my ***!
A prisoner! Halt! Halt!
Halt!
Halt!
- He's won, smartass! - I won't give him his smokes.
- There's no way to escape here. - What about Zawistowski?
It takes someone like Zawistowski.
- You should attend "Basic". - I don't care about tactics.
It may be useful.
- Are you thinking about a new war? - Yes.
You haven't been in the country for a long time.
It's not all roses between Germany and Russia.
This war is still in progress.
Once I leave this camp I shall get rid of this uniform.
No one's gonna force me to put the green back on.
This is our side of the table, lieutenant.
Has Zak returned?
No, he hasn't.
Officers came to congratulate him on his feat.
- Which ones? - General Baczynski sent in his man.
We've decided to reconsider our attitude towards lieutenant Zak.
Yesterday he redeemed himself as an officer.
So both lieutenant Dabecki and I decided to withdraw our complaints
from the court of honor.
He got caught by two country broads.
It's hard to expect an officer to fight with women.
Considering the circumstances, lieutenant Zak achieved a lot.
He laughed in the enemy's face. Of course you can't compare his jest
to the heroic escape of lieutenant Zawistowski.
But he did make a name for himself in the history of our camp, too.
Kurzawa! Parcels are supposed to arrive tomorrow.
It'll be intense. I'll eat everything at one sitting.
Wanna bet?
You don't know me. What's the bet?
If you eat what's in your parcel within 2 hours,
I'll give you another one. If not, you'll give me your next. Deal?
Deal.
- I'd eat a horse! You'll lose again. - We'll see.
Lieutenant Zak!
On behalf of my colleagues...
There's no chance of making it into the guardhouse.
They put me up with you again.
- They know how to punish me. - Your win. Here you are.
Thank you.
Donate it to lieutenant Zawistowski's fund.
For the officers who intend to break out.
- A thousand cigarettes? Are you nuts? - I don't want them.
But it'd get you 12 cans of coffee!
36 loaves of bread!
Take it!
I know that none of you will try to escape.
Zawistowski was the only one.
Whoever wants, take the cigarettes.
Just no drawing, please!
999 left.
Lieutenant Zak! Your extravagance is an insult to the honor of the team!
Lieutenant Dabecki and I can't let it off!
Quit it. Lieutenant Zak has neglected
the summons of the court of honor three times already.
I leave you with the cigarettes.
They could be spent on the chapel.
They're not to be touched.
Lieutenant Krygier will be in charge of them.
He won them and rejected them. It's his call.
From above you look like a bunch of apes.
Is it the whole supper?
- I've had no appetite for a year. - You'll starve yourself to death.
- Today's fight got me down. - Well played.
They're even comparing it to Zawistowski's breakout.
You may go now. It'll be a red letter day for him.
Be careful, Marianek. Today's a turbulent day.
Why not get Krygier in? Zawistowski would have loads of food.
I don't trust tradesmen. They care about their own business too much.
I heard the same about artists.
Marianek!
Get up there!
Lieutenant Kurzawa?
I'm Zawistowski.
I've brought you... pills against coughing.
Sleeping pills.
It's cold up here.
It was worse in summer. I thought I'd fry.
Now I have blankets.
Darkness is the worst thing.
I haven't seen a man's face for 6 months.
- Wanna smoke? - Don't. There's a skylight up here.
I learnt not to smoke.
A man doesn't need much to live.
Loneliness is the worst.
Does anybody suspect that I'm hiding up here?
- No. - I mean Zak. He was my best friend.
- I don't want him to know. - They think you're a hero.
Did you know I walk on all fours up here?
Two steps across, four along.
Maybe that's better.
I've no strength. I can't sleep.
I've started talking to myself.
Those pills will make you sleep.
Take the pills. They may hear you cough.
What if they did?
I'm a burden for you.
- What's new at the frontlines? - Nothing but local clashes.
It's a pity you must be going.
Turek gives me food on a stick.
I know it's safer.
Tomorrow I'll get you chocolate, peanuts, margarine and meat.
God. It costs a fortune.
We got a parcel. A thousand smokes.
I'm off. Take care.
Coffee?
It's good he's there.
It keeps me alive.
He keeps you alive?
I'm glad you've accepted my invitation.
Thank you and enjoy.
Awkward situation.
And you, officers, say nothing.
You take the insult from that...
Gentlemen! Can't sleep because of your endless quarrels.
The cigarettes were nobody's. Abandoned property.
There was no stealing here for these 5 years!
- Don't you call us thieves. - You may demand satisfaction.
- Up yours with that satisfaction! - Calm down, gentlemen!
- Kurzawa! - Yes?
A parcel.
Shall we weigh it?
Take your half, coz I'll start eating right away.
Lieutenant Szpakowski! Do you know what happened with the cigarettes?
Maybe Mr. Turek smoked them all at night?
And you, lieutenant Kurzawa?
- I think I saw you get up last night. - You didn't sleep either.
Since Zawistowski's breakout,
the atmosphere here has become unbearable!
If I don't see the cigarettes back by noon,
lieutenant Dabecki and I will leave this block.
Alarm again. Forget the rounds.
- Do you stick to the bet, lieutenant? - I do.
- I'll fill my stomach at your expense. - We'll see.
- What cigarettes are these? - Chesterfields.
I got Old Golds.
What about the jam?
Strawberry.
I got peanut butter.
Who needs strawberries?
Bug off, mister.
Scientific approach is what matters. Sweet with sweet...
and fat with fat.
- That's all. - Good.
I won't eat the cigarettes or soap.
I agree. You're witnesses, gentlemen.
It's a couple of minutes past nine. Let's say you have time till noon.
I'm down with that.
They're flying.
Mr. Zak! Don't look out of the window.
The guard will see you and shoot you.
One down. How are you, Mr. K?
I have time. I'll wait.
What? What?
Let me rest a short while.
Can't you be quiet?
- Silence! - Don't like it? Just leave!
- Three more spoonfuls to go. - He'll keep on eating...
One more spoonful, please. Be good... That's it.
What?
One nil, gentlemen!
That last one got him!
Gentlemen!
Where's Zak?
Zak!
- Stop! - Alarm!
Zak!
Zak!
Switch it off!
Don't you understand?
Do you still want to move?
Yes, we do.
- Hello, gentlemen. - Hi.
- Can I move in now? - In a moment.
- You have two places to choose from. - Three.
I prefer the higher one. I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself.
- Doctor Kaliszewski. - Lieutenant Korwin-Makowski.
Dabecki.
Excuse me. Are you a physician?
- Doctor of philosophy. - It's a pity.
Was lieutenant Zawistowski in your team?
Yes, he was.
- Is this place going to be free, too? - It's free.
- You'll take the light bulb? - No, we won't.
Great. I'll be able to work at night.
I going to get my stuff.
I hope we will get on well.
The pills must have helped him.
He hasn't coughed once since the roll-call.
He's dead.
My God! Are you sure?
I've seen enough dead men over the last couple of years.
Will we ever live like human beings again?
- My life will be like a camp forever. - That's because you reject the faith.
Pray for the one that rests six feet above us.
We can't just leave him up there.
I'll go to the warden.
- Once I painted his portrait with all his medals on. - Aren't you afraid?
No. I'm protected by the Geneva Convention.
I'm off to the infirmary anyways. I don't care anymore.
The legend of lieutenant Zawistowski shall die.
I'll do my best it doesn't.
It must be done for him.
- And for them. - You aren't that cynical after all.
This way.
Please.
- This block? - Yes, sir.
SS men. That's why they didn't let the orderly officers stay in.
They could've chosen a warmer day.
What are they looking for?
Hey! They're starting from our block.
God! My manuscript.
Someone must've snitched on the distillery in the first room.
Look! Our boiler!
Maybe they'll fix the shower?
Just like a funeral.
In a boiler like that you may pass through the gate,
- bribe the driver and the escorts... - Nobody can escape from this camp.
- What about Zawistowski. - Right... Zawistowski...
Officers! Fall out!
THE END
English dialogues: Agata Deka