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Here they come!

Watch out for the driver!

I can't help you!

Hurry!

Get a move on!

This story is set in 1905 - 1907.
Its heroes are militants
of the socialist party.

Here she comes, Mother.

Good morning.

This way, please.

Excuse me while I put
on a jacket.

Could you get us some
tea, Mother?

I have only one so far,
but it is a beauty.

I have used a new formula

to produce a bigger explosion.

But it must be handled very
delicately.

There are two safety systems.

This is a delayed-action fuse.
About ten seconds...

And these are percussion fuses.

I'll manage.

The next ones will have fuses
of my own design.

Until the fuse is set, nothing.
But then...

I am puzzled by your motive
for coming here

and helping us with
all these things.

Frankly,

I do not really know myself.
It appeals to me.

It seems so stirring!

To fight evil,

to kill evil with a bomb.

So stirring...

Surround the house!

Ivanov and Slapkin, follow me!

Marek...

I am Piotr.

You've grown.
I hardly recognize you.

Is it true you want to kill
the Tsar?

- What a nonsense!
- I know: It's a secret.

This can be sold.

Buy a bomb for the money.

- Why have you come?
- I come home only to get money.

You look haggard...

- Had a long journey?
- From prison. I escaped.

Have no fear, I went inside
under a false name.

So I assume.

Otherwise I would have
been notified.

Friends at court?

- Leave the country.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Do it, and I'll give you money.

I appeal to you. Go.

You know I won't.

My place is where I come from.

- In prison?
- If necessary, yes!

One meets the best
people there.

Those who refuse to live
like you, sewer rats,

because they are men,
not slaves...

...who cravenly dabble
in positivism...

...and call it patriotism.

Another generation
of desperados!

Demented beliefs,
mindless terrorism...

Your main concern is to be safe.
At any price!

You are sacrificing good lives.

We know how to die,
but not how to live!

This will end in butchery
and the collapse of values.

- You're afraid?
- All values!

You have unchained the emotions
of the mob.

All you are teaching them
is to kill and loot scot-free.

Your answer to social injustice
is incitement.

But you will be their first victims!
It's a law of history!

Marek!

Forget about Marek.

Marek no longer exists.

Can't you see? This isn't
another national uprising!

Our revolution is not led
by romantics,

but strategists who stand above
frontiers and thrones,

who see the new order in terms
of the whole human race!

I am one of them.

You will be the undoing
of Poland.

On that point let us agree
to differ.

At least today.
It's your sister's betrothal.

To a Russian officer!
Another law of history?

He is a Pole,
a worthy and upright man,

despite residing in Warsaw.

The Governor is coming.
Perhaps I can...

Obtain a pardon for me?
Much obliged!

Here he is. I must go.

Will you give me the money
you offered?

You're investing in a great cause.

I'll leave by the back door.

Have you...

...taken account of us...

...in your calculations?

I say!

Come here!

There is another one here.

See his hands?

Keep guard while I fetch
a constable.

Let me do that.

Help!

Just a second!

Come in.

Leon!

Careful!

Say we blow a hole...
in the prison wall?

And free our comrades?

- Unarmed?
- The wall's too thick anyway.

A police station then!

Wouldn't the secret police
be a better target?

Who's going to throw it?

This is the Chemist's last bomb.

We mustn't waste it.

We succeeded in freeing
Comrade Leon. We will succeed again.

A bomb like this should be saved
for an assassination.

The Tsar!

- That's not our call.
- The Governor, then.

Give me the bomb.

I'll look after it until
the time comes to use it.

But now is the best moment.

- We've had enough of waiting!
- I will decide.

Along with the Central Committee,

who will carry out the
operation and when.

- But the comrades said...
- I know.

I'm surprised

by your complacency.

My rescue from prison was
a success.

For that I thank you.

But you forget that it cost us
two of our comrades.

Casualties are unavoidable
in battle.

The attack was well planned.
But the rest was left to chance.

Those two
lives were thrown away.

I spent the whole night
in the open.

Do you you want
to be born losers?

It's true that we are
short of guns.

But I have raised some money.

Kamil will see to purchases.

We will now disperse.
In twos, observing security.

Mr Casimir must not be put
in any kind of danger.

One moment, Andrzej. Give me your
cut-outs and addresses.

I'm leaving town.

I will return on Wednesday.
We'll meet then.

- May I for once keep you company?
- You're not going my way.

I could...

- And do what?
- Go dancing, for instance.

You astonish me.

A comrade has been arrested
and will probably die,

and you want to go dancing?

What's that get to do with it?
It would do no one any harm...

...and us some good maybe.
- In what way?

You can't spend all your
life on a pedestal.

Our destiny is different.

We've chosen a course
of hardship and sacrifice

we should be proud of that.

We will always be at cross-purposes.
I know what you're after.

- There is other fun to be had.
- Whores?

Policemen!

- Careful!
- What have you got?

Literature, hardware.
For you to hide away.

- One item is very special...
- I was expecting to see some action.

Are you ready for it?

So they all say.
But readiness varies.

Suppose you face arrest
and the gallows? What then?

Not to be afraid of death is a sin.

Keep calm.

- Our people?
- No, bandits.

Locals who've been on the run.

Pass on through.
Our wagon can't get by.

Give us a smoke.

Take it easy...

Can't you see I want a smoke?

Let's go.

That's some kind of a free man!

They combed the whole area
before they caught them.

Odd customers. Joined forces
with the Slamowice gang...

Held up a store and then handed...
everything to the Jews.

Sheer mischief-makng.

Show me.

That's not how.

If they put dripping on it,
you'd eat it!

There is another new man.
From Slamowice.

Bring him in.

It's him! Stop him!

He's the traitor!

Wojtek! Tell them!

He betrayed Zaliwski to the police!
Sold him ammunition and ratted!

Quiet!

How can you be sure?

When they came to our place
to conduct a search...

...he was wearing a mask,
but it slipped.

It's him. I swear to God!
As I am a socialist!

Who are you?

- One of you.
- He's lying!

I'm from the Slamowice gang,
but strictly non-political.

We had orders to leave
your kind alone.

I went around the market
talking politics...

...only as a decoy.

We took from the rich.
The county prefect paid up,

so did the police chief...

the doctor, the notary,
traders, Jews,

- even the Rabbi.
- Why?

For protection from the bandits.
Meaning us.

- Why have you come to us?
- As a spy and provocateur!

To obtain guns for his gang!

I wanted to serve the people!

- I come from the same stock myself.
- Informer stock!

Stop that! I'm not a priest.

I suspect letting me go
was a trick.

But the Chief will protect me.

The police chief or your
gang chief?

Mine of course.

All I told the police
was who I had sold guns to.

I had to – to save my bacon.

You see that post?

- Yes. Why?
- It marks the county border.

Out you get.

Why?

- Go on.
- No!

Go on!
You'll get to heaven quicker.

Are you the one taking
me to the station?

We've got off to
a bad start.

- Do we grab him?
- No.

- Who knows what's in that case?
- What's in that case?

- What's he doing?
- Sitting on a bench.

- We could jump him.
- No, we wait for the Chief!

A big lug like him will
pull a gun.

Sitting on a bench,
but it's hard to tell.

We're being careful,
but time's short.

- Anyone of importance?
- A terrorist,

the bomb-throwing kind.
Escaped the gallows.

Just see no bullets start flying!
There are people here!

We'll whisk him out of here
as soon as the Chief arrives.

Recruits!

Nothing special...

- Developments?
- Nightfall.

I know that!

- Are things quiet?
- Yes. The Cossacks are on patrol.

- No demonstrations, only the strike.
- Good...

Has Prokuriakov's funeral
taken place?

Yes. The body was taken
to St. Petersburg.

How did it happen?

- I told you...
- How?

The Prefect went to the station
by carriage.

I know that.
Carry on from there.

An explosion, panic,

Prokuriakov lying there,
blown to pieces,

head in one place, leg in another,
a pool of blood.

And joy throughout
the land, right?

- That I cannot say.
- You may go.

Wait.

Has that new man been hanged?

This morning.
As Your Excellency requested.

Did he say anything,
plead at all, cry out?

Nothing?

No. To our surprise.
They usually shout "Long Live"!

That will do! You may go!

- Is there a photograph?
- On Your Excellency's table.

You can get dressed.

- Eggs?
- I prefer apples.

- From the toiling peasantry.
- What, no vodka?

Take it over to the strike
committee.

Don't lay down the strike
weapon until they yield!

Listen! We've made the
authorities turn tail.

The state of war introduced
in August has been lifted!

Our flag is dyed the
deepest red

stained with the blood
of martyrs dead

Good morning, countess.

I have come to collect
the crown jewels

of Her Highness in person.

Here is the case.

So it's today?
I saw a crowd...

A Party sympathizer
and you don't know?

Lunatics are my concern.
Strikes don't interest me,

only your mental health.

But when they catch you...
you'll hang like any other...

...member of our Party.

- Drink this.
- No need.

Or I won't hand over
the jewels.

I told you
not to rummage in my desk!

- But I have to dust it.
- Never mind that!

For God's sake!

Wait near the entrance.

See that no other carriage
is in the way.

Move when you hear
the explosion.

If all goes well we'll jump
in and be off.

If all goes well...

The bomb may dismember us
as well as him.

- Her for sure. At five paces.
- She knows.

- And doesn't care.
- Is that right?

When Andrzej had a mission...

...from which he wasn't
going to return,

you bade him a fond farewell

while I spoiled his last moments
with jokes and backchat.

Leaving, he called me a swine.

But she's a woman and you
have her...

Her trust.

I know her life belongs to me
and I'm making use of it.

Is that right?

All you see is death.

But I also see that it mustn't
go to waste.

My only concern is to see
that we succeed.

They're marching again.
You never saw so many!

What of it?

Not a single policeman,
not a single Cossack,

only working folk and these
socialists!

You're working folk yourself.

It's doomsday and all you
do is joke!

It will all blow over.

Wait and see, Your Excellency.

They march, sing, shout.
Good for them.

The Poles can never keep
things up for long.

This is not the first
revolution we have had...

...and, praise God, survived.

In sixty-three we had a rising too.

This time it's only
riff-raff and Jews.

I know the Poles,

being one myself.

You advise me not to go there,
not to appear in public?

Hold on, wait a moment.

Turn left.

Can I help you?

- Dining-room suites, Viennese.
- No, thank you.

Garden furniture?
In the paysanne style.

- Paysanne?
- The height of fashion.

I will take a chair,

a rocker.

As you wish.

- How much?
- Three roubles.

Take it out to the carriage.

As your ladyship pleases.

What's going on?

- Nothing yet.
- How about her?

In a second.

Move over to the right.

But no one is expecting
me to show up.

By the time they spot me and can
make arrangements I will be gone.

There are some odd types
about tonight.

A Jew selling cigarettes,
domestics,

a prostitute,
saving your presence.

Those are their spies.

I have even seen suspicious
characters, loitering outside.

They get off the tram...
...outside the palace.

Then potter about a bit...

...as though looking for something
and board a tram back.

Why go off if they've only
just arrived?

But later they come back again!

They are up to something.
Your Excellency.

My sword, please!

You're lying.
They are far too weak for that.

Anything wrong, madam?

Excuse me...

Odd couple.

Take a sip.

I'm all right.

Why is he taking so long?

Stop staring at me!

Any moment now...

Nearer the stairs!

Stop thinking about it.
Buy something.

Go on.
Engage in conversation.

- But I know no-one here.
- The box...

The box!

- Yours, I think?
- Thank you.

Take your time.

Let him approach as close
as possible.

And wait...

casually until I give you
the sign.

Toss it at his feet
from five paces.

- Then run for the door.
- I know there will be no "then".

Yegorov!

Send the carriage back.

Call a doctor.
His Excellency has fainted.

What is it now?

Nothing.
Watch the cinematograph.

- Well?
- Nothing!

Get going.

Get going!

Let me out!

What will become of me?

You will have yourself
a good cry...

...while we plan our next move.

I mean to lure the blackguard
from his lair to a spot...

...where I will lie in wait.

- With me!
- No...

You long for a glorious death.

You floated around the stalls
like a zombie.

- Suppose there had been spies?
- You would have rescued me.

I'm sure you had people
standing by.

Only the two of us.
I wouldn't have rescued you.

I would have blown up
the agents with me!

And dozens of innocent
bystanders as well!

You're not cut out
for certain assignments.

To spy on another man's soul
is despicable.

It's my duty.

I am the spy of the revolution
and its executioner.

Is it so impossible
for you to understand...

...the reasons why I...

What made you join up with us?
The butchers?

Your place is on a soapbox
arousing the masses...

...and giving them the heart
which they so badly lack.

You have no right to send
me packing...

...or to go easy on me.

Let's come back down to earth.

I have to drum one thing into you.

You began struggling with me...

...when I was holding a bomb.

Bombs can only be let go of once!
I struck you, and I'm not sorry I did.

Are you ever going to tell me
where you want to be taken?

Kamil,

take me away from here!
I beg you, take me away!

I can't believe it's happened...

I never thought I would
be here.

That I would ever be
with you like this.

Kama,

Kama...

Comrade Leon?

- Dad has been killed.
- How did it happen?

On the frontier.

Let's go outside.

Wait here.

Someone will call for it.

It's the same password as before.

Maybe someone else should take
me across the border today?

No, I'll go.

Eat up.

Dad should have lived to see...

...the kind of freedom we have.

Is it the revolution?

He goes on and on about
that revolution of his!

Are you hungry maybe?

Come over to me...

Is he afraid of strangers?

Now he wants to go to Daddy.

Be careful... Now!

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Which way to Accounts?

You might at least act friendly.

- Are you organizing here?
- No, earning a living.

You have to tell me all your news.

Then I'll begin with mine.

Aren't you curious about how
I spent my year in Cracow?

No.

Some say the revolution is dead.
Others that it lives on.

If the revolution has flagged
because too much blood has been shed,

we should round up the diehards,

those for whom it's more than
a revolt of the masses.

I'm not talking about honour.

What I mean is
the need to keep alive...

...the mighty transformation
gripping the masses.

Today it still does...

...but tomorrow?
- I'm past caring.

Tomorrow, degradation
may set in...

...and whatever remains
will go by the board.

We can't achieve anything now
with our puny terrorism.

But at least it makes
the masses feel strong.

Eventually there may come
a turning-point...

a new war with Japan
or some other country...

Suppose the Japanese
fail to come to your rescue?

Then I shall lose.

And take up printing
clandestine broadsheets...

...and forming workers' cells?
- If I have to.

Until then my followers...

...will be people who no longer
want to live anyway.

A Party suicide squad.

In due course you'll be
issued with a bomb, and die.

Better than rotting to death
despising yourself.

Why didn't you shield her
from an end of that kind?

Why did you deny her
a heroic death?

I had no choice.

Though all she did was
done for you,

you had to crush her.

That's sour grapes talking.

And that too?

Wouldn't it have been better
for you to die?

It demeans a revolutionary
...to let a woman...

As I said, I'm past caring.

I feel attracted to Cracow. There are
opportunities there for real work.

I've also decided
to suspend our contacts.

In any case
I'm leaving the country.

Getting cold feet?

No, I'm simply going abroad.

What about her?
Do you mean to abandon her?

It won't make any difference.

Come and see.

Is she always like this?

Did you recognize me?

- What happened?
- I wish I knew. She's usually quiet.

Thank you, Josef.

Get out!

I said, get out!

Kama, beautiful Kama...

He'll never come here again...

...to torment you.

All will be well.

Wojtek!

Mum said to put it on the slate.

There's no room left
to chalk up anything more.

Dad will pay when he comes back.

I can just see him coming back.

If they don't hang him,
they'll send him to Siberia!

See what I'm up against?

Well, what brings you here?

I'll lock up and we'll go
round to my place.

The earlier I close the less
credit I'll give.

No one here has a penny...

...and never willhave,
the way things are going.

Tell me why you're here.

- To be frank...
- I insist on that!

I'm hoping to get in touch
with our people.

The Party, I mean.

A year ago we were blown,
and I'm...

...out in the cold.
We don't have any literature.

We don't know what to do.

You should thank your stars
you don't!

But there's a revolution on...
The revolution is over.

Forget the revolution,
forget the Party!

Enjoy yourself instead.

Go to the circus or pick up a girl...

...and hurry back home before
they haul you in.

For what?

The look on your face.

That's ridiculous, uncle!
I'll go and see Josef.

Josef is in prison.

But he didn't belong to any party!

These days some people
get put away...

...for joining, others for not.

Then so will you be, for peddling.

I will be, but not yet.

It's the turn of other trades.

They haven't yet got round to grocers.
But all in good time.

It's only your aunt.

I need to get to the Task Force.

The Fighting Force is either
there or it isn't.

If it is there, it's lying so low...

...it can't be found...

...by anyone, let alone us.

Then who's shooting all
those spies?

We've got plenty of
trigger-happy types.

God knows who they are.
They go after spies and renegades.

But they could well kill us
when we're going out for a beer.

They're not fussy...

Guns were meant to be handed in
when the Party went to ground.

But some people kept theirs
and use them to let off steam.

Some bad things have also come
from the revolution.

We're closed.

Excuse me,

but are you Mr Cazimir?

Yes.

Has Mrs Wojdalinska returned?

I'm afraid I don't follow you.

- I don't know any such lady.
- Mr Casimir?

I asked: Has Mrs Wojdalinska
returned?

And I said I know no such lady.

- What exactly do you want?
- A contact...

A contact?

The pharmacy is closed!

Mr Casimir?

I stopped being Mr Casimir
five months ago!

I realize you had to change
the password.

But I'm from the country,
and it's urgent. I have no addresses.

- I can't help you.
- Just one!

I suggest you go and see
your Mrs Wojdalinska.

The hell with you!

Papers!

- Do you know him?
- No.

I'm sure I don't.

The name's Kielza.
I attended a rally here.

- I know Comrade Leon.
- I don't know any party members.

As for rallies,
they belong to the past.

There's no party here
any longer.

Order has been restored,
thank God.

Show me someone from
the committee.

- What committee do you mean?
- The one in charge.

Behind that boiler room
you'll find an office...

...and in it a manager
and committee of clerks.

Let me go.

Who are you?

- A friend trying to contact the Party.
- Which party?

The Polish Socialist Party.

- I've brought a bomb and money.
- We're sick of bombs!

- The Party's split right and left.
- Has the old Party vanished?

Spy!

What about that money you
gave the porter?

What money?

I'll kill him!

A beer and a double vodka.

We pay in advance.
And drink in arrears.

Sorry, but today everyone
has cause to drink,

but not always the means.

I'm sorry, no.

May I?

You're hardly cautious.

I was at the factory.

Fancy shouting
"I have a bomb, I'm a socialist!"

- Who are you?
- The man you want.

I followed you here.

Rally days are over.
We have to act in other ways.

- More cautiously.
- I don't know you!

The less we know...

...about each other the better.

In any case, you should be the one
to ask the questions.

Well then, does the Party
still exist or not?

- There was a split.
- I didn't know.

Our organization was blown.

We lost contact.

I don't want to know.

- What about 'The Workman'?
- There are now two versions.

Both appear irregularly.

Things are tough, that's for sure.

Arrests, raids,
a wave of reaction.

And the Party?

The Party is in the wars,
but it will pull through...

...and take charge of the situation.
- You said the old Party was gone.

Can you imagine a situation
in which there would be...

...no Socialist Party at all?

- And I took you for a veteran.
- No. That's why I'm looking for it.

Let's go then.

So you don't want to be put
in touch after all?

- I don't know you.
- Nor me you.

Even if I were a spy,
I'd have nothing on you.

We had a chat over a beer.
That's all.

You're right.

Let's go.

Splendid!

Your organization
has a lot to be proud of.

If they were all like that,

our situation wouldn't
be so difficult.

Too true!

But never mind the money.

The real treasure is that bomb.

It will mean a new life!

Bombs are hard to build.

And the comrades who knew how
have long since...

Good for you!

Go on.
The high-ups drink it every day.

I can throw it at whoever
you choose, comrades.

- This would be a good time to...
- Of course,

but we have to think things over.

Tell us where it is.
It has to be hidden.

I'll bring it.

One of our men will.
You don't know the city.

I'll deliver it.

They don't let strangers
in where I'm staying.

There's no cure for obstinacy.

Actually, I rather admire that.

Caution is better than...

That will be all, comrade Wartki.

Thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- Don't mention it.

Couldn't you find me some
assignment here?

What with all the arrests...

Very well. God knows there's
work enough.

Let's go round now to the
Central Committee.

- Is it still in business?
- You'll see.

Hop in.

I found a cab.

I wouldn't mind a smoke.

Who are you?

They put me in here with you.
Until tomorrow.

Tomorrow I get out.

Which party are you in?

Hungry?

I have some cheese
and sausage.

Here. You can eat it...
when they bring the tea round.

All right. Thank you.

Been here long?

I hardly know anyone here.

I was in a cell upstairs.
With two others.

They took them out last night
and hanged them.

Must have been socialists.

I'm one myself.
I've just been sentenced to death.

Than you'll be hanged tomorrow.

I agree.

- Where are you from?
- Here. But I've been to America.

America!

A land that's free and rich.

- People can do as they please.
- If they're rich.

Money, of course...

But they have justice,
law courts,

schools, free elections!

Everyone there can be bought.
Presidents, deputies,

- the ruling class, socialists.
- No-one rules over socialists!

How can you know better
than me?

You talk like a parrot.

There are better people
than socialists. True radicals.

- Who? Enlighten a yokel.
- Why, when you're about to die?

True.

It's of no use to me now.

You're getting out tomorrow?

You don't look like a bandit.

Bandit is just an ugly word.

A simple bandit can end up
doing more good...

...than a socialist who's
afraid of hurting the rich!

Socialists believe that
to be the will of God.

A true revolution is coming.
The anarchists' revolution.

Everything will be destroyed.
Half of humanity will die.

Half will rejoice.

What did you want?

What can someone like you
swear on?

Say what you want me to do.
Run an errand? Deliver a letter?

- I ask you as someone about to die.
- Death means nothing to me.

Neither mine, nor another's.

I have...

a letter...

...to my wife and to the Party.

What it contains is
highly secret.

It must be delivered to my
uncle in person.

On no account entrust
it to strangers.

It is because of them that
I am to hang tomorrow.

Do I look like an informer?

I am not a fool either.

If you betray me it will mean
truth does not exist.

If so, nothing matters anyway.

- Who is it?
- An old friend.

Go away.

- You know you can't escape me.
- What do you want?

- You know.
- How much?

- What is due to me.
- I have nothing here.

- Open up.
- I'm armed.

So am I. But I wouldn't kill you
before I got my money.

Come in, stop fooling about.

Very well,
but no monkey business.

Word of honour?

Since when have you taken
up honour?

My situation has changed
completely.

You've set yourself up
with my money.

Fifty roubles now,
the rest in a month.

No. In a month you'll get
the fifty.

Here's five. It's all I have.

All right. Hold on.

My last fifty.

- The rest in a month?
- Yes.

You banked on my being hanged,
didn't you?

What?
I saved your life!

One word from me could have
done you in.

I don't think so.

I joined the secret police
six months ago.

75 roubles a month salary,
expenses, perks.

You once said you'd make
a million.

I've also infiltrated the
socialists.

I'm no dogsbody,
but an expert in seditionists.

You haven't changed a bit.

The same old story.
Great plans and no results.

- Who are you to talk?
- At least I'm a free man.

Don't keep on with all that nonsense!
Forget the 300 roubles.

Join the secret police
and then the Party.

A double game - that's the life!

Once you've tried it,
you'll be hooked.

- Collecting books?
- For the comrades.

Revolutionary stuff,
courtesy of the secret police.

I lend it to the comrades.

- What are they like?
- Laughable.

Puppets with delusions
of grandeur.

Too yellow to have survived
in our old gang.

- You're not afraid they'll get you?
- Not a chance.

I was recruited by a high-up
from Moscow.

He's also a secret police agent.
He joined nine years ago.

A thousand a month.
That's really living!

You might give me a gun
of some kind.

Service issue. Not this one.

Then give me my fifteen roubles!

You've cleaned me out!

Thank you, young man...

Did you see the fool?

Maybe they'll rescue him
at the last minute?

The days when they rescued
people are past!

I told him to clear out.

Serves him right...
if he hangs.

Without the sacrament.

Everyone's getting hanged.
Why not him?

What will we do with
his things?

What things? One lousy box.

But very heavy.

- Heavy?
- Like filled with lead.

My God!

Go and play in the yard.

Why are you praying?
I'm not a ghost.

For pity's sake!

It's not ours!
It was planted!

I have a letter for you.

Who from?

From a real ghost.

Wojtek?

God help us!

You've come from him?
From the Party?

Not from him.

- But I'll be joining him shortly.
- How do you mean?

I'm eating!

Down with the Tsar!

Dear folks and Party,

I will go to the gallows,
crying "Down with the Tsar"!

To the end I will try...

...to be the man you remember,

It's sad to die young
knowing...

...you carried out fewer operations
than you wanted to...

I regret not throwing the bomb
at the hated enemy.

I ask my comrades
to do that for me.

The bomb is in my box.
Uncle knows where.

To my beloved wife, Cecilia,

You think that I bore you
and the children...

...no love since I abandoned you
for the cause.

I do love you,
but I couldn't do otherwise.

One day you'll understand.
If you marry again make sure...

...no harm comes to the children...

...and bring them up as good Poles.

Cas owes me ten roubles.
Please collect them.

Tell the liquor merchant
in Wloczyzka...

...that it wasn't me
who hit him on the head...

...because that hold-up
wasn't our doing.

He denied it in court,
which means he's honest...

...as he could have sought revenge.

It didn't help me because they had
enough on me anyway.

Long live Poland!

Half humanity will perish,

the rest will rejoice.

You'll get a present.

- A present?
- Yes. The dog.

- I don't want your dog.
- Take it!

I don't want it!

Who will pay the bill?

It's not moving.

- It's not moving!
- It died of over-eating.

Where are we going?

You know the way, you informer!

Let me go.
I won't do anything to you.

I'll forget you exist!

Caught another one?
You're psychic!

Which door is it?

Open it!

He's a lunatic!

A lunatic!

I might have guessed.

Get him!

Hit him! Hit him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Back off!

Get down!

What a beautiful explosion!

Subtitles:
Edward Rothart

Authoring DVD:
CatMusic