All language subtitles for The.Partisan.2024

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 deed?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Who are you?

Fucking tell me who you are!

Then I will tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Bednarsky. Took cyanide
as I entered his apartment.

And I'm here why?

He's
an English citizen, apparently.

What's our friend
from the Gestapo doing here?

Mm, we're all friends
in Budapest.

Hm.

Why presume he's English?

The girl told us.

Who is she?

Who are you?

I'm a whore.

And I'm still owed 20 pengo.

Stop. Stop.

The bitch has TB.

Get her out of here. Now.

Nice trick, Krystyna.

Nearly bit
my tongue off.

But we're still confirmed,
yes? Our deal?

Get in.

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.

Ah. 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.

Mm.

You get your mother what's
in it for us.

I'll do what Bednarski can't,
now he's dead on that trolley.

Take the Poles your communique
and bring back their microfilm.

Did you care for Bednarski?

No.

Did you?

Hey, stupid lady. Hide!
It's still curfew.

-Gus, come.
-Wait.

I've come
about the photography job.

From London.

Any trouble?

I didn't think you
would make it.

You have delivered a diversion,

disinformation
for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not
to trust anybody.

And you'll go far.

Microfilm. Huh.

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 for my mother.
-Oh.

Find another fool.

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

before they bury me in a pit.

Maman.

Maman.

"I was
a good girl all week.

Mama 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.

Some woman 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 thanked."

Krystyna?

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 some old church.

The one on Wowska.

I think... she's found Jesus.

Krystyna...

you're scaring me.

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 all the girls too.

It wasn't me.

It was just the thrill
of being led astray.

I have to go.

Who are you?

Hide! They are taking
over the building.

-Who is?
-Germans.

What's she doing here?

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

What exactly did you hear?

That I should be afraid.

And... are you?

Yes.

It's me with my mother
and father.

They died soon after...

I want this building spotless.
It stinks of vermin.

Yes.

Stop!

Krystyna run!

Get back here!

Raus!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there
is a reaction.

Today you killed
a representative of the Reich.

This betrayal of our paternal
love cannot go unpunished.

Raus! Raus, schnell!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there
is a reaction.

Hi, little bear.

I came to save you.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have the 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, Krys.

Those children you saw.

They need me.

I teach them here in secret.

Teach them what?

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

You're not coming
with me, are you?

And I know who you are as well.

Who?

Same stubborn old Jew
I left behind two years ago.

Do you remember the last
time I did that?

Yes.

Those two boys.

You were so cruel to them.

You broke their hearts.

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.

Please.

Yes.

Go. Go, go!

Who are you?

Who are you?

I ask you...

who you are.

Who are you?
Fucking tell me who you are!

I'll tell you.

You're an impostor.

Pick it up.

Please.

Do it!

Please don't.

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 microfilm.

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

is 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,

and RV with our man
on the ground, Roger.

He's the very best we've got.

He's also in deep
with the Maquis.

The so-called French Resistance.

To the displeasure of certain
members of the Executive,

we've made promises
that we're bound to keep.

We're sending the Maquis
a little gift.

-What kind of gift?
-Howitzers.

Lots of them.

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

be our safety net on the ground.

It'll be the biggest weapons
landing behind enemy lines

that's ever been undertaken.

With the successful outcome
resting in your reckless hands,

Krystyna-bloody-Skarbek.

Now keep that mask in place.

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

Then get Roger's location
for the tobac.

Remember, Christina...

any trouble, you call it off.

Crest, please.

You want some?

Thanks.

My name is Pauline.

Dubois.

A fitting charm.

A passenger left it.

Fairy tales.

Dean Garrison.

Steer clear.

You're not from these parts.

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, uh, this is, uh,
my... drop schedule.

I drive these roads all day,

if you need me.

Great.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Stop, mademoiselle.

You wicked man.

S'il vous plait, madame.

Merci.

You need to turn around.

...at number six has gone.

That's less, more like.

She's looking at it.

The boss will grab her.

Here he comes now.

Excuse me, monsieur.
I wonder if you can help me.

Um...

Who are you?

I'm lost, I...

I'm a teacher.
I came about a job.

I'm looking for the school.

From Lyon?

Oui, monsieur.

-Merci.
-That's a long way to travel.

What have you got there?

It's my family.

Around my neck.

Uh...

Sure.

Open your ears.

Follow the sound.

Uh.

Smile

next time.

Okay.

Don't speak.

Just do as I say.

A Milice 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.

Nod. 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 your bell.

Hallo. No luck?

Unfortunately.

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

I will leave in 10 minutes.

Sit.

Thank you.

-Here you are.
-Merci.

Beautiful bird.

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

He's going in the back.

Impossible, monsieur.

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

Well, maybe not
the mademoiselle, but us, yes.

Back away.

Back away.

You can pass.

There is enough space.

I don't understand.

No!

Monsieur!

Please.

Oh, my precious chicken.

We go
different directions from here.

Who were those men
in the back of the truck?

Oh.

Resistance fighters.

They were to disgarrison,

to die for their lost cause.

There you are.

Merci.

Slowly, monsieur.

Uh...

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

But not just yet.

Roger.

Pauline.

You must be Armand.

I must be.

Right and left are Armand's men,
sent 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 La Clope,
tobacco salesman.

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 promised us cannons.

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

He died on that vow!

Stand down.

Stand down.

I know where you are.

And where's that?

Home.

Waving goodbye.

Typical Frenchmen.
Always the victim.

Hmm. Smug Englishman.

Safe on your shitty
little island.

And if it were
the other way round,

you never
would have come to help.

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've no idea

how it feels

to watch this wash away
with your people's blood.

Curse you all!

London... with their games...

and you with your secrets.

Come on.

Armand, for God's sakes,

where are you going?

A weapons dump. Etoile Vert.

All we have 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 Armand.

No landing strip.

Howitzers up here
would have changed everything.

Do you risk the pilots' lives
down there now?

I'd rather not say.

We're sending Armand
to his death.

There's no redemption for us.

What if we send
the Germans to Armand?

We've got their mole.

When's La Clope's next pick up?

Tomorrow.

St Jude's Shrine.

Etoile Vert.

Now Armand
has a fighting chance.

Now get me
somewhere to radio London.

All clear.

I'm through.

Message received.

It's finally over.

With those weapons, Armand 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.

Do 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?

Feels like years.

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.

Now it's your turn.

Who are you?

No one important. I...

was a teacher.
Well, I still am a teacher.

Now I'm just here...

looking for work.

I'd better get to Etoile Vert.

If German trucks drive
by in the morning,

you'll know Le Clope's
passed on our message.

You'll have to kill him,
you know.

Have you done it before?

I mean, the real you.
Under that mask.

Better at running away.

Just don't look in his eyes.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville.

Liar.

Tell the truth.

I am.

Tell the truth.

Who are you?

Liar.

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 wheels
so fast it hummed,

like a swarm of bees.

I was scared,

but I reached in anyway

and broke my arm.

Sometimes you have no choice.

I know who you are, Krys.

Mama?

Mama.

You don't need balls
or guns to fight.

Hey.

Hey!

Stop!

Stop that bitch!

Back, back, back.

No.

Go!

Go.

Go!

Who are you?
Where can we go?

Your friend.
Etoile Vert.

Those are
German trucks.

Stay here.

Stay close.
Not one noise.

Come on.

Dubois!
Dubois, come back.

Dubois.

Dubois.

Shh.

Go.

Down.

Aah!

Counted 93 dead.

Take everything.

You must wipe it
from your thoughts.

Wipe it from your thoughts.

Wipe what?

Killing Le Clope.

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 round me.

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

I knew there was more,

but...

we couldn't find the words.

Ah, it's a...

fool's 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.

Brave as a lion,
aren't you, girl?

Ah, Roger, how's it looking?

The German patrols
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 their trucks
to the landing strip.

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

Then the record is ours.

Whoo.

You did it, Armand.

Amazing.

Mmh.

Merci.

Merci.

Come on.

C'est pour toi.

They're starting together.

Everyone's asking after you.

I found them in the town hall.

Vichy travel passes.

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

I saw this one there.

Then she's done for, like us.

What's wrong?

What?

London's canceled 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 the lie.

It's better this way.

Isn't it?

We can go home.

Your chance to find
yourself again.

That man has gone forever.

A coward's keepsake.

I'm a conchie,

a pacifist.

When war was declared,
I refused to fight.

It caused 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, um...

I hope I never see you again.

My wish came true.

He was killed here in France.

So you 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.

Oh, I wasn't.

I stole it.

To remind myself who
I'm supposed to be.

Keep your feather.

Now you have to do
the same as me.

Ici Radio Londres.

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.

Francois stole my lemons.

The fish works 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 on 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.

-Dubois, 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 gonna be
any landing.

How could you know that?

-Stop the car!
-Not until we're far away.

How could you not--

Let go, please.
No. No, get in the car.

No, Pauline.

No. 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.

Ugh.

Look what you've--
Look what you have done.

Liar.

The suitcase.

Give it to me.

Please.

Give it to me, please.

Give it to me.

I'm no liar.

I fought for France
for one day before I was caught.

I tried to kill myself,

but this German officer
helped me escape...

...through his needle instead.

He was the fisherman,
and I was his net.

He'd gas me out, knowing
an addict would crawl back.

I passed La Clope for months,

tinkering at those shrines

before I worked out they
were drop boxes.

But...

I saw him.

I saw him with the Milice.

You saw what you wanted to see.

He was just playing the game.

This is German payroll 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.

What do I care about?

Huh?

The thrill.

The hardest lie to recognize

is the one you tell yourself.

Then admit you didn't
come back for me.

You came back for Pauline.

You gave me the courage, but...

she's the reason I've got you
to get out of this black farce.

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.

Okay go, go,
go, go, go, go, go.

- Go back. Go back to the...
- Where's Roger?

Go! Take her!

Armand?

It's my...

It's my...

Armand... Armand...

Armand. Armand.

Armand.

Armand.

No, no, no, no.

Armand.

Armand.

It's me.

It's me.

We were...

...London's diversion all along.

I know.

I know.

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- No.
- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry.
-No.

Please forgive me.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

No.

I'm so sorry.

You...

You gave us Etoile Vert.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

If you find
any survivors, kill them.

Hide me from the assholes.

Okay.

Okay.

Find anything?

A wedding ring
and a gold tooth.

Fucking peasants.

Not enough to get us
over the border

out of this shit storm.

Is that us...
or the Amerikaners?

What do you think?

They think it's over.

Firstly, we take
these sons of bitches to Digne,

then we are ordered
to reinforce the coast.

Ja, I think it's over too.

Okay, out. Au revoir.

I wish... I wish...

What do you
wish for, my little bear?

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.

I will bite.

I will claw.

Wake up, my love.

My daughter has come.

She went to redeem herself.

I will rise.

I... will... soar.

Ohh...

Ugh...!

He's not listening.

Right stay. Hit the ground!

Point that somewhere else,
you fool.

We're on the same side.

Who are you?

Your reckoning.

Here for your commandant.

Your wounded will
crawl past soon

with 50,000 bloodthirsty
Americans close behind.

We offer them cigarettes too.

Get out of my way.

You know nothing.

The dice are already
cast for all of us.

Then take what they're offering.

Otherwise... go to hell.

I'll see you there.

Step back.

Kneel.

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?

Pauline...

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.

Your war is lost,
yet still you kill.

What are you looking for?

Uh...

the reason to care.

I was searching for one too.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time...

there was a kind woman

who rescues a little
bear from hunters.

Having no children of her own,

she devoted her life
to taming its savage nature.

-Uh-huh.
-But her methods were cruel.

She caged it

and chained it

and only let it out
with a hook through its nose.

You said that she was kind.

She was.

She loved the little
bear very much.

But she knew that 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 little bear
back to the hunters,

but she found a miracle instead.

The bear was gone.

A pretty little girl
had taken its place.

The girl looked at her mother
with love in her eyes

and 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.

Uh-huh.

Tell me.

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 kind woman should have left
the hunters to their work.

No need now.

You weren't worth
a bullet in Warsaw.

You weren't worth
a bullet in Warsaw.

You're not worth one now.

Jugens!

Organize the firing squad

and finish the prisoners
in the yard.

You're already dead!

Stand clear!

You're already dead!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Okay.

One more step!

Don't move!

One step, and I'll kill her.

Oh...

Nein!

Nein!

Who are you?

Got a 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 desk job?

At least here
I get some exercise with my mop.

Anyway, turns out I'm a natural.

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

Oh.

And when he's rude,

I'll dream about
unsheathing my old dagger

and... stabbing him through
his cold, contented heart.

I'm joking, of course.

Hm.

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, Krystyna?

What did you know deep down?

Goodbye, Krystyna.

If you change your mind
about the job.

I'll leave a note
on a 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 shadow?

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.

Hm.

And I enjoyed every
second of it.