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Everyone out of the building.
Right now! That's an order!

Hurry up, comrades;
there's nothing to see here.

Comrade colonel, we have the convicted
prisoner, Oleg Penkovsky.

Here is his sentence.

- Read it before...
- That won't be necessary.

Ivanov, you won't bury me.

Good God, save me.

- Have mercy on me, a sinner.
- Into the furnace.

No! You can't! No! Ivanov, no!

God, oh God, no!

May 17, time: 23:17. Interrogation of
Colonel Ryszard Kuklinski

continued after a technical break,
session 11.

Interrogated by Zygmunt Nowak.

When you began collaborating,

the Penkovsky affair
was still fresh.

I often thought of how
Oleg Penkovsky ended up.

He was convicted by
a court martial

in Moscow of spying for the USA

and executed by firing squad
in May 1963 I think it was.

Every spy, ours or theirs,
sooner or later

is exposed and ends up
like Penkovsky.

- You knew you'd be caught too.
- Correct, I did.

We stopped at your planning
the "Shield 68" maneuvers.

In the fall of '68,

Russia wanted
to deflect the world's attention

from its clashes with China
along the Amur river.

So they decided to come up
with something even more spectacular

Large-scale maneuvers
by Warsaw Pact forces

in the German
Democratic Republic;

I worked on them day and night...

Our brilliant comrade is here.

You're another Kutuzov,
comrade major.

Not just Kutuzov. You're Kutuzov
and Suvorov rolled into one!

You just forgot to give
us the names

of all the other geniuses
in the planning staff

who collaborated with you

on this project.

All their names, please...

There's nothing to give, no names.
I prepared the entire plan myself.

You did the work yourself?
The work of a dozen people?

Yes, comrade general, myself.

Well done!

But where'd you get the data
for the strategic assumptions?

- From staff officers in Berlin.
- And all the rest,

including details for tactical units,
you did that alone?

Yes, comrade.

Well done!

We'll send a congratulatory letter
to your Minister of Defense.

You're free to go,
comrade major.

Don't get up.

Now we can talk.
Maneuvers are cancelled, you know?

- What? Why?
- Because of you.

I don't understand.

You reconstructed the real plans
the Soviets have for war with NATO.

- Original ones?
- The didn't even have time

to send them to all their units,

and you presented identical ones
as a training exercise!

They're planning an offensive strike
against NATO?

They say Kulikov himself personally
worked on it for four years.

A spoiling attack on Germany

isn't exactly in accordance
with socialist military doctrine.

And you did it in three months.
Is something wrong?

So, to repulse the attack
the Americans will use weapons

of mass destruction:

- atomic and hydrogen bombs.
- And?

They'll launch 300 warheads at us,
at the first and second attacks.

They'll destroy every Polish city

and turn Poland into one
huge fucking Hiroshima.

Not against us, but as they'll
have to stop the Soviets...

- Who knows about this?
- Everyone who should.

- Everyone?
- Do you want Comrade Wieslaw

himself to talk to the Americans
over the heads of the Soviets?

Not Comrade Wieslaw...

I could... assign you to Washington
as an attache.

We're just speculating here;
there won't be any war.

We have to trust in merciful God.

Citizen major!

- Don't forget this...
- Thank you, good night.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Have you been crying?
- How was it in Moscow?

A success... I met Kulikov.

- He's back?
- From where?

Czechoslovakia.

Yes. In Prague it's
all over for them.

- "Spring's" gone.
- Summer?

Some guy supposedly doused himself

with paint thinner,
then set himself on fire.

At the harvest festival,
and Cyrankiewicz and Gomolka saw him.

- Why would he do that?
- From shame.

That's why you were crying?

Ryszard...

If it happens here, we won't give up
like the Czechs, will we?

Dad! Is he ours?
Can we teach him to fetch?

And carry dispatches.
What'll we call him? Szarik?

Civvy. We'll call him Civvy,
right, dad?

Calm down! It's a she, and
her name is Zuza.

But can we teach him to fetch?
And play dead?

Our neighbor's dachshund knows
how to play dead.

"Her".
You heard it's a she, moron.

- You're the moron.
- Calm down!

I'll take the dog. Back to bed!

You'll be able to play with her
before you go to school.

I'll get up at six!
Or even earlier...

- With your butt pointed upward!
- Calm down. Attention!

- Fall out!
- Yes sir!

Don't salute me without a cap.

Let me have her.
She's beautiful.

- Coming to bed?
- In a while...

You needn't hurry;
I've got company.

GENERAL STAFF

What's up? What's that pile of junk
doing by the gate?

Hi! Things are hot in Gdansk.
We're monitoring the police band.

One person's dead for sure.

What does "dead" mean? Killed?
Shot? Who did the shooting?

Fucking heroes in blue uniforms.
It wasn't us, was it?

We don't know. The 32nd mechanized
has been on alert since yesterday.

Rakowiecki went to Gdansk
yesterday.

Marian? What for?

It sure is cold.
They've got it rough up there.

A group of young people...
...it's a scandal...

...it's probably about...
...the blood of children...

Do you understand any of this?
Turn it up.

...it's making a terrible impression...
...it needs to be cleaned up...

Vehicle commanders, fall in!

What is this?

We're in crisis, and you officers
are listening to the radio?

If you have nothing to do,
I'll find work for you.

Shoveling the snow!
Fall out!

Damn lifer dickhead.

3, 2, 1 ...

Happy New Year 1971!

Play the national anthem, ok?

Poland has not yet perished,

so long as we still live.

What the alien force
has taken from us,

we shall retrieve with a saber.

March, march, Dabrowski,

From the Italian land to Poland...

Marian, you were in Gdansk.
Who gave the order?

How's it going?

- Careful!
- Sorry.

"Wieslaw."

A warning salvo at the street,
then we could use our weapons.

- Most caught the ricochets.
- What do you mean, "most"?

We put 61,000 soldiers,
1800 tanks,

and 1750 APCs on the streets.

Someone had to die, didn't they?

The whole army against
3,000 workers?

What were they armed with,
trowels?

No, most were from the shipyard.

Orders came from Moscow; you've
been promoted to light colonel.

Congratulations.

- Did you shoot, Marian?
- Ask me once again.

Did you shoot?

I did.

We all did.

We cried, man how we cried,
but we shot.

We had no choice.

Let's drink.
What else do we have left?

Drink like Soviets and
behave like Soviets.

Your dad was in the Home Army,
mine was too! Damned reactionaries...

Hey, maybe we're Soviets,
not Poles, huh?

Deep down
we tell ourselves we're Kosciuszko,

Polish army officers,

but the Soviets own our souls,

not some damn Kosciuszko.

Let's hope the new year
is better than the old one.

- It won't be unless...
- Shh, at least let's wish it.

It's really rocking.

- Want a drink?
- Just what I need now.

Seasick? It'll pass.

You know Wilhelmshaven.
Is there a mailbox, so

- I can send postcards home?
- Sure.

Hi. You didn't need the magazine;
I knew right away it was you.

I met a lot of your friends
in Vietnam; they all looked like you.

That's why I'm not cut out to be
a spy. Nice to meet you. Let's go.

Please have a seat.

May I see some ID?

My skipper's license.

I didn't take any army documents,
too dangerous.

I'm Colonel Boone, US Army,
this is Captain Nichols,

and Sergeant Murphy
from the Marine Corps.

You wrote that you wanted
to talk to us. What about?

There's a group of officers
in the Polish army whose attitude

toward the current political system
is reserved, to put it mildly.

Just a minute.

The US army has sent us here
to talk to you alone.

If you want to talk to us
on behalf of other officers,

then the US army is not interested
in such contacts.

Do you understand?

Major, how does counter-intelligence
rate our boss's mood?

Counter-intelligence doesn't target
the National Defense Minister.

I was joking.

Counter-intelligence jokes end
at lieutenant colonels.

Which classified documents
did you have access to?

Top secret, comrade general.

I just spoke to counter-intelligence
about you,

specifically with Major Putek.

A very difficult situation...

Colonel Rakowiecki can't
manage this presentation.

I don't understand.

You'll prepare it for our
Soviet comrades.

Starting today you have access
to "Top Secret/Need to Know."

Yes, comrade.

Give me what you have there
and you can go.

Why's this so crumpled up?
Don't you have any file folders?

Comrade colonel, we have
to investigate Colonel Kuklinski.

What the fuck for?

He was in Vietnam and because
of the Cerepat case

we're looking at everyone
who served there.

Furthermore, Kuklinski sails
to Germany and refuses to let me go.

A minute ago he gained practically
unlimited access to all materials...

Ok, If we have to.

But hold off for now.
I'll ask Comrade General Kufel.

- Maybe he'll send you on a cruise.
- Comrade colonel,

I don't trust that Kuklinski...

He's the old man's favorite;
he writes all his speeches.

While nobody likes you
very much, Putek.

- I'm Daniel.
- Ryszard. Finally...

This is for you.

Six years ago Kulikov planned
a spoiler attack in East Germany.

Here's the exact map.
Now you have two choices:

build up
your conventional forces

to 120 divisions, or create
a quick-reaction tactical force

of 6 or 7 divisions,

and completely rework
your mobilization procedure

so it takes 48 hours,
not two weeks.

- It's all written here.
- All right.

You wrote this?

I can't use a typewriter;
in Poland they're all catalogued,

like fingerprints in the USA,
so I have to write by hand.

- Smoke?
- With pleasure.

Keep it. Inside is a camera.

So you can take photos of documents
rather than rewriting them.

- Never remove originals. Never.
- Correct... I mean, you're right.

If our experts understand,

we'll have to change our defense
policy; that's a very big deal.

I'll bring you an even bigger deal
next time. Heard of "Albatrosses?"

Me? Certainly not...

The Soviets are building
nuclear shelters in three locations

in Eastern Europe
for their top brass: near Moscow,

somewhere in Bulgaria,
and in Poland.

I have access
to the Polish plans;

I'll tell you everything
at our next meeting.

Ryszard, we're going to meet
only when it's absolutely necessary.

They're building shelters because
they're preparing for nuclear war.

- I understand...
- Something wrong?

No, but on my way here
I thought I'd finally have

- someone I could talk to honestly.
- You can't talk to anyone,

not your mother, wife, sons.
You'll live with this yourself.

That's just what I'm doing.

"Correct."

If we meet again,
put on civilian clothes.

How did you feel betraying the Polish
army's most guarded secrets?

I never betrayed any secrets
of the Polish army.

Everything I gave
the Americans concerned only Soviet

and Warsaw Pact armed forces.

Yes, but they struck at Poland's
national defense, didn't they?

Nothing could've struck
Poland's national defense harder than

a NATO nuclear attack provoked
by a secret Soviet doctrine.

But your colleagues? Brothers
in arms? You betrayed them.

I never betrayed my colleagues,
only a foreign superpower

that treated them and the entire
Polish army as drafted vassals,

submissive and brainless... cowardly
and incapable of resisting.

What's worse, the Soviets
were right in large measure.

I met Ivanov at the meeting
of general staffs in Budapest.

Know who I mean?

- They say he's KGB.
- So I've heard.

We had some drinks and I asked him
if they really had thrown Penkovsky

into a steel mill furnace alive.

He reacted as if I'd hit him
in the face.

The Americans don't surprise me,
but when a Polish officer

spreads such bullshit it speaks
very poorly about our commanders.

"Did you burn him or not?"
I ask.

We're not talking about
the Polish army.

I shot at workers in the streets,
so you can tell me, comrade.

He got offended, stood up,
and walked out.

Screw him.

- To Strzeminski.
- We've already drunk to him.

To Kobro then.

Walczak, you're really educated...
Too damn educated.

Just a minute.

Good evening, I'm a friend of...

Please go outside; Bogdan will be
right down and walk you to a taxi.

No need to; I live nearby.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Come here!

- Been drinking?
- What's the difference?

I can't drive
because you won't let me.

I spent a year in Vietnam to earn
money for it. What've you earned?

I'm a student,
so I don't work yet.

- Applied to the Military Academy yet?
- I'm not going to be a lifer.

I'm a Polish officer as was my dad;
I demand you respect this uniform.

You may be an officer,
but I doubt it's in the Polish army.

You left respect for the uniform
on the streets of Gdansk in 1970.

That's how you earn money
for your cars.

"ALBATROS"

What are you doing?

Secret, need to know.
Want a smoke?

I don't smoke
that perfumed crap.

When's the report
on Kulikov's visit going to be ready?

It'll be ready when
it's ready, right?

General Kulikov's head of security
ordered us to give you this.

The dog senses something.

He senses that you're ten times
farther away from Iza.

Why'd you sell the apartment?
I could've stayed there.

Don't spoil this day for me,
son.

- Well?
- It's beautiful.

Don't be such a bitch, Zuza.
Let's go, girl...

Come on, it's simple. Look!

Come on. See? Zuza...

- Greetings, colonel.
- What?

Hello.

- Major Dariusz Ostaszewski.
- Colonel Ryszard Kuklinski.

- Hello, ma'am.
- Hello.

I was afraid Walczak would sell to
a civvy. We're all military here.

We'll be neighbors.

No matter how I figure it, there's
no way he could afford a villa.

It's a row house.
He sold his flat.

He brought money from Vietnam.

Sure, he even declared it.

But he bought an Opel Rekord.

They paid well in Vietnam;
I bet he didn't declare all of it.

It doesn't prove anything.

Sure they did, but not that well.
Unless he got money from elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

America.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello general!
- Hello.

We got your signal.

How good to see you again.
How are you?

- Fine, thanks, you?
- Good.

We have to change how
we communicate.

I've written to you
twice about it.

Counter-intelligence almost caught
my scrawling on the wall today.

It's a bit juvenile.

I know,

I'm sorry. Finding
a technical solution has taken time.

Did you get the plans
for the T72 tank?

Yes... A great disappointment.

I told you it's junk. A Russian
friend warned me about buying it,

but Gierek had no choice.

Despite that, Marian Rakowiecki
was pushing the Leopard all the way.

I thought I'd die laughing.
What is it?

Nothing, but take care of yourself.
You've just bought a house...

Yes, but they can't follow
a money trail;

- I don't take any from you.
- We know that, but they don't.

Ok, I'll be careful.
Anything else?

Ryszard...

This is yours.
Unfortunately, you can't keep it.

No non-American has
ever gotten this.

President Carter personally
had to approve this exception.

You have no idea...
Thank you.

- Hello, Czesio.
- Hello. Sorry, my hands are full.

The only place I could find
some peace and quiet.

You're not the only one who
needs quiet. Move it!

We need a bigger house, dad.

Who the hell is knocking...

- What are you doing here?
- Ryszard!

Sasza!

Are you here for long? I'm throwing
a housewarming party on Saturday.

Returning to Moscow in the morning,
then to Budapest with Kulikov.

- He sends his regards.
- Thank you.

Problems in Budapest?

No, why? A routine visit.

Wherever you go
there are problems:

the Tet Offensive,
Prague Spring.

People say you were in SMERSH.

People needlessly say too much
and to people whom they shouldn't.

The general staff has an idea
that in the event of war,

the Soviet staff will have
direct command over line units

of the armies
of the Warsaw Pact.

We want to discuss it with
all the national defense ministers.

Poland's army, too?

Czech, German, Bulgarian,
and Polish, too.

Remember, not a word to anyone.
The enemy never sleeps.

Sure. I wouldn't want to end up
in a steel plant furnace.

I trust you'll arrange
a firing squad for me.

Ryszard,
you are above suspicion.

If we didn't trust people
like you, men of honor,

then who could we trust?

Those careerist lice, drunks,
sadists, traitors and

thieves of army property?

They make up the bulk
of our armies,

losers who hide from the light
in the army like rats in tunnels.

What did Poles used to say?

"God, Honor, Fatherland".

Sit down.

Is the KGB on the alert?

All quiet since Penkovsky. Cerepat
in Warsaw, but losses were small.

There's a leak at the highest
staff level...

A leak in the Warsaw Pact!

A spy?

Or a fool. If so eliminate him.

If a spy, arrest him.

Hi!

Straight from work and didn't
have time to change,

but I made it to the liquor store.
Put it on ice?

- Hania, you have a very nice home.
- Thank you very much.

- I'll get you a glass.
- Thanks.

Where's Bogdan?!

- Citizen Ryszard Kuklinski?
- Yes, that's me.

Already? We're just starting
to have fun.

Friend, excuse me.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I'm a Polish army officer.
MPs should be with you,

and the patrol commander should be
the rank of major or higher.

- Do you have your ID?
- Yes, I do...

What's going on here?

Citizen major, we have a few
questions for citizen Kuklinski.

Well fuck, ask them then
and stop harassing people at home.

Can't this wait till morning?

Citizen Kuklinski, do you own
an Opel Rekord, tag number WAA 3804?

- Yes, I do.
- Is Bogdan Kuklinski your son?

Did he have an accident?

No, he caused one, most likely
driving under the influence.

- I'll drive you.
- No...

I've got a car and I haven't
been drinking; you have.

Citizen duty officer,
Bogdan Kuklinski.

Take the cuffs off.

Does it hurt?

My teeth are loose.

Never risk anyone's life again!
Understand?

If you want to kill yourself
with vodka, go ahead,

but don't drive
when you're drunk! Never!

- I wasn't drunk!
- Don't mouth off!

- I didn't. I shot up kompot!
- What?

Kompot! What don't you understand?
Kompot!

What's kompot?

A drug made from poppies,
Polish heroin.

Go ahead and hit me!

Got a gun? Shoot me!
You can do that.

You know how to do that!

- You have no idea what I can do.
- Nor you what I can!

You know nothing about me.

You don't care about us,
not me, not Waldek, not even mom!

All that counts is working
for the Commies.

You're like their watchdog;

working for a plate of food,
extra sausage, and better bath tiles!

You've fucked up your life,
so don't preach to me about mine.

- You have no right...
- If you can't slap some sense

into the punk, we'll be
glad to help.

How did my son get the injuries
to his face?

- In the accident. How else?
- You! Shut the fuck up!

Got all his information?
I'm taking my son home.

Dad...
they locked up Iza too.

Let her go.

What are you going to do?

Don't you care about your brother?
A cookbook is more interesting?

Any book is more interesting
than him.

- Waldek!
- Piss up a rope!

Take it upstairs. Move!

With inexpressible relief.

Hey...

Aren't you going to take
college entrance exams?

How many times can I?

Maybe not medicine but law...
Waldek's satisfied.

Mom...

Get married then; I'm satisfied.

- What do you want to do, son?
- I'll manage.

I bought an original Norton.
I'll fix it up and sell it.

Do you know how?

Iza's brother has a motorcycle.

How about the army?

Anything but that.

We're going to do a good job!

We've won the first stage,
but the second will be much tougher.

I know you'll help
and that we'll win.

What the electrician's doing
may do irreparable damage

to our relations with the Soviets.

Gen. Siwicki has ordered us to plan for
a state of emergency in Poland,

using the army and security forces.

But there's no such thing as
a "State of Emergency" in Poland.

- There isn't? What do we have?
- Martial law in the event of war.

- Make it martial law then.
- Who's the war to be against?

The enemy will find you,
don't worry.

But I see that privately

you aren't convinced,
are you colonel?

I assure you that my private beliefs
do not matter here.

Kuklinski, I like and value you.
So if you don't feel right doing this

- I'll find someone else...
- Like in 1970.

No, 1970 was a botched job, with
no plans or preparation.

Chaos, panic, amateurish.

We must do this like we did
in Czechoslovakia in 1968.

It was you who planned
our intervention with the Soviets.

That worked pretty well,
didn't it?

I thought that was highly
secret information.

Do you think without top secret
data about people I work with

I'd be able to command
this whole mess?

- So? Will you do it?
- Yes, comrade.

Good boy.

What time is it?

Two-thirty.
Why didn't you go to bed?

Iza and her parents waited
for you till eleven.

I'm sorry, I completely forgot.

You aren't drunk...

- Have you got a lover?
- What?

I'm asking if you have a lover.
I'm asking you, a person with whom

I've lived under one roof for
25 years, if you've got a lover!

Tell me straight to my face; it'll be
better than what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Fucking hell!
You don't respect me!

How long have you had a lover?!

I was at work...

Don't lie to my face;
you can't do it!

Don't you dare lie to me!

Where were you instead
of being home with your son?!

Is it serious?

Do you want to live
with her, have children with her?

Or is she one of your secretaries,
a 20-something doll for one night?

Hania, I was at work.
We've got a lot...

You don't love me; I can live
with that somehow,

but I will never forgive you
for not respecting me!

Welcome dear friends
from our allied army.

Let's go.

Attenion!

To work,
there's not much time...

You've legalized
through the courts

a subversive group named
"Solidarity," haven't you?

Are you going to do
something about it?

I don't see any such plans.

If you don't,

I have 15 Soviet
armored divisions,

two Czech, and one German
that will restore order here.

I'll stifle
your counterrevolution

before it cuts your heads off.

Just make sure, comrade general,

that you don't interfere
with my doing so in your backyard.

Thank you for your concern,
comrade marshal.

We'll consider it,
confer with party officials,

and let you know.
Thank you.

Sasza, how nice to see you.

The marshal wants to talk
to you before he leaves.

You Poles are fools.

Do you think Solidarity
will close the gulag?

We'll end up there!
All of us.

You are the brightest planner here,
comrade colonel.

- You exaggerate, comrade marshal.
- Modesty is good, in daughters;

in whores it's unbecoming
and unnecessary.

You planned the Czechoslovakia
invasion in 1968, didn't you?

Yes, I did, comrade marshal.

Listen to me carefully,
Kuklinski.

If we start to help you here,

the West will never accept
another Afghanistan here in Poland.

Not now, comrade general.

There will be war,

and no one will beat us

if we stick together.
Understand, Kuklinski?

War changes everything.

That's what your bourgeois
minister Beck said.

War it is! Everyday matters fade
into the background. Understand?

What I'm telling you
is top secret.

Only a few people in Moscow know.

Yes, comrade!

You'll get the plan I worked up
myself and you'll coordinate

the actions of your army
with our second-strike forces.

We worked this up once already
as part of operation "Shield 68."

KULIKOV IS PLANNING...

FOR 18 ARMIES TO BE READY
ON DECEMBER 8, 1980.

No, Marshal Kulikov is not playing
some sort of game.

The party rules here,
not Marshal Kulikov.

The army only implements
government and party decisions.

I wish you a good night too.

Comrade Marshal Kulikov,

are you planning an invasion
of Europe?

May I sit down?

Are you or not?
Sit down.

No.

Are there plans for
invading Europe?

What do you mean,
comrade general secretary?

If your plan is based
on the assumption that

intervention in Poland
will turn into a third world war,

they your plans have misfired;

the Americans have seen
through them.

They sent a note to Indira Gandhi,
who accepted it with understanding.

That's almost a billion people.

No war and no intervention!

Am I clear, comrade marshal?

- It's not so simple...
- So it's true!

There will be no war and
no intervention.

Such is the will
of the Communist Party of the USSR.

You are free to go, Comrade Kulikov,
for the time being...

What's wrong, comrade marshal?

Send a doctor to my office
for Marshal Kulikov immediately.

Ivanov.

Ivanov! There's a spy in Poland!

There's a spy working right
under your nose, Ivanov,

making a fool out of you,

which is no big deal because you
are a fool

but he's making
a fool out of me!

And for that heads will roll.

Yes, comrade marshal.

One more leak out of Poland
and rest assured what happens to you

will not be pleasant.

Find the son of a bitch now!

- Ryszard, what's wrong?
- Got it?

Yes.

- Just one?
- It's more than enough.

- How does it work?
- You bite it and swallow.

You pass out in eight seconds;

they say
it's completely painless.

- Are you sure you want it?
- Yes. Thank you.

We can evacuate you immediately.

But this is my home...

Don't do anything rash.

Even if you can't see a way out,
we'll find it.

I promise you I'll find it.

If something happens,
I won't abandon you.

Go now.

- Colonel Ryszard Kuklinski?
- That's right.

- Does the colonel have a safe?
- Yes. Why?

Delivery from the Ministry
of Internal Affairs - top secret.

Keep the documents in the safe
and do not show them to anyone.

Do not remove them from this room,
copy them, or make any notes.

By order of the Minister
of Internal Affairs. Please sign.

OPERATION "SPRING"

The Military Council of
National Salvation...

arrest and intern 5897...

Solidarity activists
and so-called "dissident groups."

Bujak...

Kuron...

Wujec Henryk...
Walesa Lech...

- Leaving early today?
- Yeah, so long.

- Have the shops gotten deliveries?
- No, but this morning in the city...

- Are you hurt?
- No, but I feel dizzy.

- Careful! Can you stand?
- Yes, I have to get home...

Home? Your nose is broken.

- Go to the clinic; we'll join you.
- You really fucking smacked it!

You might have a concussion.

- My papers...
- Forget them.

- Do you feel sick?
- Give me a hand.

- My papers, I have to...
- All right, all right.

- Does he have a concussion?
- Probably not,

but the colonel should go
to the hospital for observation.

I have to go home;
I have work to do...

Sit still or your nose
will be crooked.

Fine, we know it's a tough time,
a crisis, but you're working so hard

you're walking into walls.

What happened?
Did someone attack you?

Yeah, Solidarity.

Thank God. I thought you'd lost
your mind. Here are your papers.

I found them all.

What's going on?

The Soviets are evacuating
their civilian personnel.

Make sure this gets
to the pope in Rome.

Sit down.

- Eight people?
- Yes, comrade marshal.

- All from Poland?
- Yes, comrade,

according to my "Roman source."

You've got a spy
in the pope's closest circle?

My source in Rome reports
that the CIA

has the plans from martial law,

including Operation "Spring,"
which Gen. Siwicki presented

at the meeting of the Polish
National Defense Committee.

That's about thirty people.

Yes, but the text the CIA sent
to the Vatican does not include

the handwritten corrections
Gen. Siwicki made just before

his presentation to the committee.

The CIA's text is an early version,

which only eight people had.

- When are you going to Poland?
- The plane is waiting.

We have a traitor in
the general staff!

A fucking spy working
for the Americans!

- Where's the suspicion from?
- It's no suspicion.

It's information from
the "Roman source" sent to us

by our comrades in Soviet
counter-intelligence. Is that clear?

I'm putting myself at the disposal
of the Minister of National Defense

and the prosecutor.
This is my fault.

We'll decide who to blame later.
Right now we have to find

the son of a bitch and hang him
by his balls.

Gendera, you'll get all
the help you need from all of us.

You and Putek drop everything else
and work only on this!

Yes comerade!

Who's on the list of suspects?

It's not a list of suspects,
just possible solutions.

We, Rakowiecki, and that
cryptographer... What's his name?

- Lieutenant Brzozka.
- That's right! Brzozka.

I'm putting myself at the disposal
of the military prosecutor.

Me, too. We're all
in this together, of course.

Then...

in that case, gentlemen,

I don't think that'll be necessary...
It's me...

It is fucking necessary!
I talked to the old man, and he's

putting himself at the disposal
of the prosecutor, too.

You've misunderstood me...
Actually, the person is...

You've got something
on your face.

Truth is the Soviets don't know shit,
while we can conduct

our own investigation more
effectively because

we all know each other better.

For now keep your mouths shut.

Remember, martial law on the 13th,

and I want the bastard's head by then.
I'm going to see the general.

I NEED EVACUATION IMMEDIATELY.

TOGETHER WITH MY FAMILY.
JACK STRONG.

For fuck's sake...

IMMEDIATE EVACUATION BUT ONLY
WITH FAMILY. JACK STRONG.

CONFIRM RECEIPT OF MESSAGE.

IMMEDIATE EVACUATION.

ONLY WITH FAMILY.

JACK STRONG.

Fuck...

- Bogdan, wake up.
- I'm not asleep.

- Son...
- What is it, dad?

I need your help.

I'll take the washing machine
to the workshop tomorrow!

I've already borrowed a cart
from Ostaszewski.

This time it's serious, son.
Get up.

- Are you going to tell us?
- I can't.

You don't have a lover, do you?

- I'm sorry.
- It's all my fault anyway.

- Did Bogdan go far?
- Koszykowa Street.

He could've been there
and back twice by now.

- Ever seen dad like this?
- In December 1970.

Stay...

- What are you going to do?
- What I need to.

- Jesus Christ, Ryszard...
- Dad...

This?

You were supposed to just see
if the fitters were still there.

Don't you understand anything?
Why did you go in there?!

Don't you understand a thing?!
You could've ruined

- your whole life!
- Why?

To save yours...

At least I tried, I'm sorry.
Quiet.

- Ryszard...
- Quiet! Stay here.

Ryszard!
Sorry to come so early.

I just landed and no one's
working yet.

- What are you doing in Warsaw?
- Consultations with your

counter-intelligence.
Gandera is it?

Gendera. You know we have
a spy in Warsaw?

Gendera's picked a few names,
and I've come to talk about them.

He's getting his revenge on me,
but I don't know why.

Gendera's our man, it's
Putek who's named you.

Putek?

You didn't want to take him
sailing to the West.

The son of a bitch.

Don't worry. In Saigon we did
worse things, didn't we?

I'll take care of Putek.
We'll send him to a post in Egypt.

What about Marian Rakowiecki?

Marian? Not him! He fired
at workers in Gdansk in 1970.

Exactly. Later on a guilty conscience
haunts you.

- I can't leave, dad. I've got Iza.
- Then stay!

No one can stay.

At my signal you must leave
the house,

each of you separately,
without rushing, like normally.

It must look like a normal workday.

- Have an obvious reason.
- What reason could I have?

Take the washing machine
to the repair shop.

- What do I do with it afterwards?
- That's a good idea.

Leave it on the street;
that's a good idea.

- The washing machine?
- We leave everything.

We can't take or sell anything.

We take only what's in our pockets
and in mom's handbag. Understand?

Dollars, jewelry, even Zuza
will stay with Iza.

Our zlotys?

Bury them somewhere far from
the house and garden.

Later on you can tell Iza
where they are.

But don't tell her anything.

Say we're leaving the dog
for the weekend. Hear me?

Now the most important thing.
On my signal, you must all be

at the MDM by the lamppost
punctually at 11.00.

You can't be even a minute late.

Son, this time you have to
memorize everything.

Jesus...

They'll kill us.

Yes, it's possible they will.

They'll kill us if...

If we stay, they won't;
they'll kill only me.

- I'm sorry. Ok, we stay.
- No!

We're all going.

We've been talking too long.
Come on.

At 8:21 a Seat 850, tag number

WIG5536, pulls up at no. 11.

Mrs. Kuklinski leaves the house,
gets in the car and they drive off.

Got it. What's going on
at the Ostaszewski's?

All quiet there.

No activity observed. Got it.

At 10:01, Kuklinski's son,
Bogdan, leaves, and

his girlfriend, Izabella Michalak,
joins him.

- Observed.
- Got it.

At 10:05
Colonel Gendera approaches.

Don't even joke like that.
Holy shit! Hide that shit...

- Hello, men.
- Hello, citizen colonel!

- What've you got?
- Routine, citizen colonel.

Like every day, everyone's
gone to work.

The only ones left are the deaf old
lady at no. 17 who clears the snow,

and Kuklinski's son, Waldemar,
but he sleeps usually late.

Hey! Isn't that Putek?

Putek's being sent to Egypt,

What the fuck are you doing?
Oh, citizen colonel.

And you? What are you doing here?
You should be in Egypt.

I wanted to close the case
before I left.

I've taken over your cases,
Putek!

If he gets away, you'll take over
the consequences too.

Your father fought in the Home Army.

My father's been dead since 1944
and has nothing to do with this.

No one from my family
had anything to do with this.

I can't agree. The death of your son,
no matter how you look at it,

was a result of your,
shall we say, activities.

Yellow Mercedes van. Slubice...

Slubice 19:00,
East Berlin 21 :30...

We're going in.
Alert all units; we're going in!

Open up!

Army counter-intelligence!
Open the door or we'll break it down!

- Open up!
- Break it down.

Go around the house to the back.

Counter-intelligence!
Come out! Come out!

He'll make it. He's slow, but
you can depend on him.

If we don't move in three minutes,
they won't be waiting for us.

What do we do?

If they've got him, they'll force me
to come back, wherever I am.

Maybe they won't do
anything to him.

They'll do everything it takes
to get me.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Dad, what did you do?

I worked for a foreign
intelligence service.

Get busy, gentlemen.
There must be something.

- Rip up the floors.
- We are...

The bathroom tiles then!

You never said a word, dad.

I'm sorry.

Do something!

Bogdan, lie down flat.
Give me my cap.

Stop him!

What are you doing?
Cuff him! Her too.

What are you waiting for?

Mom! Dad! There he is!

Son!

They broke in! They saw me run
and they'll be here soon.

- Got anything?
- Nothing, citizen colonel.

I'm sure he's across
the border by now.

Stop speculating! There must be
something here. Dig up the garden!

Citizen colonel!

Documents please.

Open up the back.

- Open the crate.
- Nothing doing, diplomatic mail.

Klaus!

- The van isn't registered!
- Open it!

Just a minute. It's a new van
and isn't on the embassy list yet.

Call Warsaw and check.

Call Warsaw!
See what our comrades say about it.

No need to.
Goetz is on the line with Warsaw.

They report a possible illegal
attempt to cross the border.

Come here!

You had these dogs in Auschwitz,
didn't you?

Kowalik!

Yes?

Have Putek check these two;

they say they work at the US embassy.

Next time update
your registration.

All right, comrade.

Forgive me, God...

Goodbye.

Why...?

You came here to
arrest Ostaszewski.

In November Ostaszewski
contacted French intelligence.

- Who did you think we were after?
- Me? Nobody...

Kuklinski.

Gentlemen, we must end.

- We've tired the colonel enough.
- Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you, colonel. It was an honor
to meet you in person.

Colonel, was it worth going through
all you have endured?

Poland is free
and relatively safe.

Soon we shall be part of NATO.

The US altered its war doctrine
to make that possible.

Most important, we avoided a world
war and the Soviet Union collapsed.

Yes... it was worth it.

Are you going to the academy?

My son's been dead a year;

today
is the anniversary of his death.

Can I take you to the cemetery?

No, thanks, my older son
is on his way here.

- Will you be all right?
- Yes.

Thank you.