All language subtitles for The Partisan (2025 )

Who are you?

You will tell me who you are.

I ask you who you are.

How many have you killed by your hand?

By your need?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Who are you?

Fucking tell me who you are!

Then I will tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Budnarski, Duke Cyanide. They
entered his apartment.

And I'm here why?

He's an English citizen, apparently.

What's our friend from the Gestapo doing
here?

We're all friends in Budapest.

Hmm.

Why presume he's English?

The girl told us.

Who are you?

I'm a whore.

And I'm still a 20 pingo.

Stop, stop, stop.

The beach has to be.

There are other peers. Now.

Nearly bit my tongue off.

But we're still confirmed, yes?

Our deal?

Hit it.

You know, most of Poland are dying to
leave.

And you're desperate to get back in.
Just give me one reason.

Because I love my country.

The stock answer for every lunatic
volunteer we reject.

Is that your father's Catholic guilt
-talking or your mother's Jewish

stubbornness? Either way, it's still the
wrong reason.

Then you tell me the right one.

You know this is all a game, and you
still want to play it.

Give me false papers and I'll be back in
a week as planned.

You get your mother what's in it for us.
I'll do what the Nazi can't.

Now he's dead on that trolley.

Take the polls, your communique, and
bring back the microfilm.

Did you care for Bednarski?

No.

Did you?

Amen. Amen.

I've come about the photography job

From London.

Any trouble?

I didn't think you would make it.

You've delivered a diversion,
disinformation for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not to trust anybody.

Then you'll go far.

Microfilm. Make sure it gets back to
London.

We don't have the luxury of wasting
volunteers on diversions here in Warsaw.

Is there something else?

I need help.

Personal matter.

False papers from my mother.

Find another fool.

I don't need any more names they can
torture out of me before they bury me in

pit.

I was a good girl all week.

My mom was so pleased.

It made me happy too.

The priest said I was a devil. My mother
said deep down I was good.

I will bite.

I will claw.

I will rise.

I will soar.

I was wicked again.

So mama locked me in a dark place and
told me her fairy tale.

Once upon a time, a kind woman rescued
her little bird from hunters.

But she knew its only chance of survival
lay with being tamed.

What are you doing here?

I was evicted from my place.

But it wasn't safe here for your mother.

Where did she go?

I've seen her at St. Paul Church.

The one on Zorska.

I think she's found Jesus.

Use kindly.

Good.

I'm going to find my mother.

You're coming back, yes?

We all fell for you, you know?

All the boys in our class.

And so the girls, too.

It wasn't me.

It was just the thrill of being led
astray.

I have to go.

What are you doing here?

I brought the cleaning crew. I came to
have a look at the place.

There is a lot of work to do.

And who are you?

Nobody.

I got here as soon as I heard you were
coming.

What exactly did you hear?

It's me with my mother and father.

They died soon after.

I want this building spotless. It stinks
of vermin.

There is a reaction.

Today, you killed a representative of
the Reich.

This betrayal of our paternal love
cannot go unpunished.

Rauch!

Rauch! Stop!

Why?

For every action, there is a reaction.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have a route.

Together we can make it.

And that's why you're here?

Yes.

Don't lie to me.

Why else would I come back?

I know who you are, Grish.

I need them here in secret.

Need them what?

That you don't need bombs or guns to
fight.

I know who you are as well.

Who?

The same stubborn old Jew I left behind
two years ago.

Do you remember the last time I did
that?

The one who jumped from the bridge. I
bet you forgot his name. Of course I

didn't.

Then why don't you cry?

If you come with me, I'm ready to learn.

Come with me.

Go. Go.

Come. Come.

I ask you who you are.

Who are you? Fucking tell me who you
are!

I'll tell you.

You're an imposter.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Now put it in your mouth.

Impulsive, irresponsible, lack of
realistic goals.

Men. Lots of them.

Completed 13 successful missions into
Poland. That's lots of them, too.

And why was that?

Got an itch you can't scratch?

Remind me about your first one.

I delivered you the microphone.

Without ever explaining what went wrong.

Germany invaded Poland, didn't you know?

My daughter has gone.

They caught her, didn't they? Who?

Your mother.

Now you're going to say it's none of
your fucking business.

She went to redeem herself.

It's none of your fucking business.

You're a burnout who's forgotten how to
play the game.

Are you of sound mind?

I wouldn't be here if I was.

Remind me, how many missions have you
completed?

Curb -crawling old Compton Street
doesn't count.

While he's thinking, maybe you can
explain why I'm here?

Good question.

Why you're here?

Because you're our best candidate for
pastures new, as my friend here well

knows.

Let me just sketch out some of the broad
details first.

You're Pauline Granville, a teacher.

You'll be dropped into France at the
next full moon. An RV with our man on

ground, Roger. He's the very best we've
got.

He's also in deep with the Marquis. The
so -called French Resistance.

To the displeasure of certain members of
the executives, who we've made promises

that we're bound to keep.

We're sending the Marquis a little gift.

What kind of gift?

Howitz's.

Lot helped them.

So, it's your job to do what Roger
can't.

Be our safety net on the ground.

It'll be the biggest weapon of landing
behind enemy lines that's ever been

undertaken. With the successful outcome
resting in your reckless hands.

Christina bloody Scarback.

Now keep that mask in place.

As soon as you hit the ground, find your
safe house.

Then get Roger's location for the
tobacco.

Remember, Christina, any trouble, you
call it off.

You want some?

My name is Colleen.

Dubois.

A fitting charm.

Pythagorean laughter.

Fairytale.

Dean Garrick.

Deer clear.

You're not from this part.

Is it that obvious?

I'm from the city, looking for a job.
Glad to get away.

Don't be. It's worse here.

Thank you. Is that enough?

It's too much.

Extra for the bread.

Thank you.

Ah, this is my drop skill.

I dry these rolls all day, if you need
me.

Great.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Stop!

until I get you home. You're wicked now.

Excuse me, monsieur.

I wonder if you can help me.

I'm... I'm lost.

I...

I'm a teacher. I came about a job. I'm
looking for the school.

From Lyon?

Oui, monsieur.

That's a long way to travel.

What have you got there?

It's my family.

Around my neck.

Open your ears. Follow the ground.

Smile. Next time.

Okay.

Officer is coming. Don't look.

You'll get us killed.

I'm Mademoiselle Granville.

I'm a teacher looking for work.

Smile. Smile.

Shake my hand.

Well done.

Is he behind me now?

Nod.

When he comes back, tell him you had no
work for me.

Keep smiling.

Nod. that you understand.

Not good.

Because if you say anything different,
when I'm caught, I'll tell them you

helped me and they'll bury us in a pit
side by side.

Do you understand?

Okay.

Now, you're going to ring your bell.

Ring.

Oh, no luck?

Unfortunately.

Don't say you weren't warned about this
place.

I will leave in ten minutes.

Sit.

Thank you.

Beautiful dirt.

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

He's leaning in the back.

Impossible, monsieur.

He's worth more than all of us put
together.

Well, maybe not in all myself, but us,
yes.

We go different directions from here.

Who were those men in the back of the
truck?

Resistance fighters.

They went to Dean Garrison to die for
the law schools.

There you go.

you

Slowly, monsieur.

I hope a pretty girl will choose my
grave one day.

But not just yet.

Pauline. You must be Armand.

I must be.

Right and left are Armand's men.

They're here to collect you.

The one in the middle, we thought was
you.

She was my diversion.

How many have you lost?

Half dead.

The rest are scattered.

And how did you communicate my landing?

Through the club.

Tobacco sense.

He picks up and delivers my messages.

And why isn't he up there as well?

Because he's a mole.

The Germans must have turned him.

Your circuit's blown.

I'm calling it off.

Fuck you.

Fuck your call.

London promises cannons.

You vowed that you'd make them keep that
promise.

We died on that vow!

Stand down.

Stand down.

I know where you are.

And where's that?

Home. Waving goodbye.

Typical Frenchman.

Always the victim.

Smug Englishman.

Save on your shitty little island.

And if it was the other way around, you
never would have come to help me.

I would have died for you, my brother.

And you.

I don't know what cold grave they dug
you up from.

But this, this is my land.

You have no idea how it feels to watch
it wash away with your

people's blood.

To curse you all.

London with its games and you with your
secrets.

Come on.

Amon, for God's sakes, where are you
going?

A weapon's dump. All we've left.

In 24 hours we regroup.

And then we come out of the shadows to
end it like soldiers.

There's no point in showing me.

My promise to our mom.

Our landing strip.

Howitzer's up here would have changed
everything.

To risk the pilot's life down there now.

I'd rather not say.

We're sending our mom to his death.

With no redemption for us.

What if we send the Germans to our mall?

We've got their mall.

When's La Club's next pickup?

Tomorrow.

St. Jude's Shrine.

Let's wait a bit.

Now I'm all out of fighting chance.

Now get me somewhere to raid your
London.

I'm through.

Amen. Message received.

It's finally over.

With those weapons.

Ormond could have retaken the whole
valley. I told them it's safe.

They approved the weapons landing.

We come out of the shadows and fight.

You ever think about home?

Wondering about tomorrow is enough.

Where is home?

I thought you'd given up on keeping
secrets.

Townhouse by the Thames.

Family waiting there.

When were you last there?

Long time to wear a mask.

My son had grown and my wife seemed
different.

And I realized they were the same.

I was the one who had changed.

What importance? I was a teacher.

Well, I had to learn to teach her.

Now I'm just here, looking for work.

I'd better get to my 12 o 'clock.

If German trucks drive by in the
morning, you'll know the clock's passed

message.

You'll have to kill him, you know.

Have you done it before?

I mean the real you, under that mask.

I'm better at running away.

Just don't look in his eyes.

How are you?

Pauline Granville?

Tell the truth.

I am.

Tell the truth.

Lying.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville, kind and true.

Who are you?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Today I fixed my bike.

I spun the wheel so fast it humped like
a swarm of bees.

I was scared, but I reached in any way
and broke my arm.

Sometimes you have no choice.

Mama.

Mama. You don't need to call so fast.

Hey. Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Where can we go?

You try.

It went back.

There was our German truck.

You see something?

Count 93 dead. Take everything.

You must wipe it from your thoughts.

Wipe it from your souls.

Wipe what?

Killing the club.

I'm haunted by other ghosts.

Roger said he was your first.

Mine was in the last war.

Only thing...

These hands ever did back then was work
the

land.

After my sergeant found me, neck deep in
blood, that old sergeant

put his arm around me.

All he could say was, wipe it from your
thoughts.

I knew there was more, but...

He couldn't find the words.

It's a foolish advice, anyhow.

You've got more to say, haven't you?

Before I tell you, you must promise not
to think of me as a son of a bitch.

Of course.

How could I ever think that about you?

I thought you were London's puppet.

I'm sorry.

I misjudged you.

And I'm glad you changed your mind.

You know why I did?

Prove a son of a bitch wrong.

Way was a liar, aren't you, girl?

Ah, Roger.

How's it looking?

The German patrol's never passed.

The mountain roads are clear.

Good enough.

You. Come here.

Don't be shy.

You're one of us now.

So put a smile on your face.

Take that truck to the landing strip.

In a couple of days, we have every metal
to hold.

Then, the Bokor is ours!

They're starting together.

Everyone's asking after you.

I found them in the town hall.

Vichy travel passes.

The rich and powerful ones use them to
escape through Spain.

I saw this one there.

Then she's done for, like us.

What's wrong?

What?

London's cancelled our landing.

They've confirmed a full -scale invasion
is happening instead.

Our orders are to proceed as if the
landing's still on.

And tell no one of the change of plans.

For our own safety.

The whole town could turn against us
now.

They used us.

They used us to sell their life.

It's better this way.

Isn't it?

We can go home.

Your chance to find yourself again.

That land has gone forever.

A coward's keepsake.

Unconscious.

A pacifist.

When my word declared, I refused to
fight.

Quite a stir.

My brother joined up in a shot.

I loved him, of course I did, but... The
last thing I said to him was, I

hope I never see you again.

My wish came true.

He was killed here in France.

He took his place.

And now here I sit.

A man with blood on his hands and no
convictions.

We all hide ourselves.

Such a happy little girl.

I stole it to remind myself who I'm
supposed to be.

Keep your feather.

Now you have to do the same as me.

This is Radio London.

Before we begin, please listen to some
personnel messages.

Our message will say a penny for your
thoughts.

This will confirm the landing.

A raincoat for the sun.

Franz Walston, my lemon.

The fish walks on water.

A penny for your thoughts.

I was a good girl again.

Mama was so pleased.

She said, the sun would shine on us
forever now.

I waited out my window to see if she was
right.

I was sad for my mother.

Because the night came back like it
always does.

You're late. We should already be at the
landing strip. Yes. I will explain

everything once we're far away.

Well, what the hell is this? Don't look
at that. Forget about it. And forget

about the landing strip.

What are you talking about?

There is no landing.

There isn't going to be any landing.

How could you know that?

Stop the car.

Not until we're far away. How could you
not put it there?

No, get in the car.

No, Pauline.

Don't touch this.

What's that?

Leave it in the car. I will explain
later.

Please. I'm doing this for you. No, no,
no.

You have to trust me.

I'm doing this for you.

Where did you get these passes?

Pauline, I beg you, don't do this.

I will make everything better. You will
see. Please trust me.

Please.

Look

what

you've done.

Liar.

I'm a good liar.

I fought for France for one day before I
was caught. I tried to kill myself, but

this German officer had to me escape.

Through his needle instead.

He was the fisherman, and I was his
death.

It gasped me out, knowing another would
crawl back.

I passed Lacroix for months, tinkering
at those choices, before I worked at the

World War Box.

I saw him.

I saw him with the militia.

You saw what you wanted to see.

He was just playing the game.

His German pair were all money.

I stole it.

I was clean away.

But I came back.

Even though I know who you really are.

Who am I?

A fraud.

Pretending you care about their cause.

The thrill.

The hardest lie to recognize.

The one you tell yourself.

Then admit you didn't come back for me.

You came back for Pauline.

You gave me the courage that she's the
reason.

I've got you a ticket out of this black
box.

You, me, and Pauline.

It's my chance to save us all before
it's too late.

Too late for what?

Don't you see?

Sometimes you have no choice.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

you

It's mine.

It's mine.

Thank you.

was the worst thing all along.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. No. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please,

please. I'm so sorry.

No.

You... You gave us a 12 -bit.

Hey.

Why be so miserable?

Why did you drink?

A wedding drink and a goldfish.

Fucking peasants.

Not enough to get us over the border as
it sits down.

Is that that?

Dear Americana, what do you think?

We think it's over.

Firstly, we take the bunch of bitches
within.

Then we order to reinforce the coast.

Yeah, I think it's over too.

Thank you.

I stole my mother's key today.

And locked myself in a dark place.

I see it now.

I was never trapped in here.

She was trapped out there.

My daughter has gone.

She went to redeem herself.

Who's that somewhere else, you fool?

We're on the same side.

You're reckoning.

Here for your commandant.

Your wounded will pass soon.

With 50 ,000 bloodthirsty Americans
close behind.

We offer them cigarettes too.

Get out of my way.

You know nothing.

You guys are already got for all of us.

And take what they're offering.

Otherwise, go to hell.

I'll see you there.

Look at me.

You're looking into a mirror.

You're to free the prisoners.

Then I'll see you safely over the
border.

And who are you?

You are the only one left, aren't you?

Pulled in.

The last of the resistance fighters.

That fool Dubois told me all about you.

Lying to yourself that you came here to
set them free.

You came here to... to die with them.

Not them.

Thank you.

Your war is lost, yet still you kill.

What are you looking for?

There isn't a care.

I was searching for one, too.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time, there was a kind
woman.

who rescued a little bear from hunters.

Having no children of her own, she
devoted her life to taming its savage

Uh -huh.

But her methods were cruel.

She caged it, chained it, and only let
it out with a hook through its

nose. You said she was kind.

She was.

She loved the little bear very much.

But she knew its only chance of survival
lay with it being tamed.

I'm nobody's pet.

No, Commandant.

That is very clear.

If you'd just let me finish my story. Of
course, of course. Go ahead.

One morning, having lost all hope, the
woman went to the cage to hand the

bear back to the hunter.

But she found a miracle in the dead.

The bear would have gone.

A pretty little girl had taken its
place.

The girl looked at her mother with love
in her eyes.

Started to dance.

Poor little bear.

My mother used to cry while she told
this story.

But I never did.

Because I made my own ending.

You see, all the little bear had learned
was how to disguise its true

nature.

And now it was even more deadly, because
it was finally free to bare its teeth.

And with its human mask, no hunter would
see it coming.

Enough stalling.

The guide woman should have left the
hunters to their work.

No need now.

You aren't worth the bullets in Vaujo.

You weren't worth a bullet in Warsaw.

You're not worth one now.

Your guns!

Organize a firing squad and finish the
prisoners in the yard.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Okay.

Why won't you stop?

Don't move!

What the hell do you have?

Mädchen, oh Mädchen, du einsames Kind,

wir hergedanken, du

gefällst meinen Garten.

Yeah.

Got the howitzer on you.

You still miss it, don't you?

How could I?

Surrounded by all this romance and
adventure.

In spite of that, I hope you'll take me
up on my offer.

A test job.

At least here I get some exercise with
my milk.

Anyway, turns out I'm a nacho.

They're promoting me to clean the
manager's office next week.

Oh. And when he's rude, I'll dream about
unsheathing my old dagger and stabbing

him to his cold, contented heart.

I'm joking, of course.

You know, you're lying to yourself if
you think this is really you.

The hardest lie to recognize is the one
you tell yourself.

You knew all along there was no weapons
landing, didn't you?

Did I?

What about you, Christina?

What did you know deep down?

Go back, Christina.

If you change your mind about the job.

I'll leave a note on the cigarette
paper.

Do you remember when I first volunteered
in Budapest?

How could I forget?

You told me I had to learn to play the
game.

How else would one survive in the
shadows?

Well, through it all, I never once
played the game. Do you know why?

Because it was the only time in my life
I didn't have to.

I could just be me.

And I enjoyed every second of it.