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Half a nautical mile, 926 meters.

It was the Holy Grail for snipers in the 1970s.

Only five people in the world came close to this distance,

with a volleyball for a target.

Three of them served in the US and the UK.

The fourth one, a Frenchman of Moroccan origin, was a hunter.

He didn't shoot at volleyballs.

The fifth, Captain Konstanty Brusicki,

served in the Warsaw Pact, that is, for the Russians.

On the 7th of July 1967 in El Arish

he hit a stationary target at 790 meters.

In autumn that year he was retired from the service.

Except for one American, Carlos Hathcock, who was a marine,

and the forest ranger from Morocco,

we were all soldiers.

POLISH SOCIALIST ANGLERS' ASSOCIATION BUILDING A SOCIALIST MOTHERLAND

It's the 3rd of May 1981.

The Candidate, Citizen Szczepan Pawłowski,

presents himself to the Examining Committee

of the District Anglers' Association

in Mokotów district of Warsaw,

with the aim of obtaining a ten-year permit for fishing,

that is, in popular parlance, a fishing license.

Who is going to ask the candidate the first question?

I'll go first, then.

Is there a closed season for the common bream in Poland?

- There isn't. - Good! You've passed. Congratulations!

- Thank you! - Fill this out.

I'm going trout fishing. Want to come?

No, I'm going to a funeral.

- My wife has passed. - My condolences.

She was getting on in years... Will you come?

I've already paid for the spot, don't want to lose it.

Well, next time perhaps.

Solidarity...

Solidarity!

Replacing this dickhead...

this...

failure of a prime minster of yours...

with a general,

is a very good...

political move.

I personally express my hope...

that your general...

will now...

muzzle Solidarity...

and tighten the leash.

And eventually...

perhaps...

he will find...

the dog catcher.

What did Secretary General say, Comrade Gostynin?

He said that the Poles must catch the counter-revolutionaries

and lock them all up in a kennel.

- Lock them up or put them down? - What, all of them?

- No, just one. - The one in Gdańsk?

Farther than that...

Do you remember the old plan of our Bulgarian comrades?

From 1978?

Go and see Comrade Karaś, it's no use holding up.

They said you weren't coming back.

From where?

From the other side.

I'm only here for a moment.

They've given me three minutes.

Is this yours?

Nautilus...

I couldn't afford such gear.

At the river, where you camped... Wasn't there a fishing rod?

It was just reconnaissance.

I'm going fishing next month.

- Did you see anything particular? - No.

Perhaps you did, but you just don't want to be called upon as a witness?

I didn't see anything. What happened?

A week ago...

a little girl drowned in the Bystra, close to Gurówka.

- I was there on Sunday. - We only fished her out on Sunday.

Well then, it turns out that

I've driven 400 kilometers for nothing.

400? Where am I then?

In Warsaw. A helicopter brought you in yesterday.

And... between you and me...

Who are you to get such a VIP treatment?

Nobody. Just a common pensioner.

You have to do everything by yourselves.

If you can't pull it off, if you fail...

we will help you, of course.

You are a war hero, not some dickhead.

We will pull it off, Comrade General.

And yet there is someone

who can frustrate your endeavors.

- One of ours? - One of yours, one of ours...

He's from Rome.

Szymurek! Don't sleep! Counter-intelligence has to be alert!

I'm not asleep, Comrade General.

Like every communist, I observe everything,

even with my eyelids closed.

And what do you see?

Home, Comrade General, I do not see.

Only a long journey ahead of me.

And that I will meet a man with dark hair.

- And with dark eyes. - You seem to know it all, Szymurek.

- Yes, sir! - You'll go to Sofia and wait for contact,

till the end of times if necessary. Now, don't frown.

It's the Eastern Bloc, but you will be paid in hard currency.

- Yes, you will, Rysio! - Yes, sir!

Have you come by yourself? Was there no nurse to help you?

- By myself. - I mean, on your own? No wheelchair?

With this?

- I have no others. - Listen.

This, this, this...

This is cancer.

All of it malignant.

You should still be under chemo,

with a catheter up your willy and an oxygen mask.

And...

How long would that last?

Well... It's impossible to tell.

It isn't.

One may be wrong, but it's not impossible.

I don't know.

I don't know! It's the fifth stage.

- There's only four. - Yes, indeed.

Discharge me.

Alright.

And what will you do?

I'll go back to trout fishing.

Perhaps I'll even rent a house there.

Alright, in that case I'll see you...

At the funeral.

Only at the funeral now.

A packet of Wiarusy.

Take a paper, all of it will be gone in five minutes.

What the hell, you old fart?

Get the fuck off the street!

I'll fucking have you!

Get your skinny arse--

- Holy shit, call an ambulance! - Somebody help!

- Is he coming? - He's coming.

We know them too well, he won't stand us up.

If he didn't get too drunk to catch the plane, he'll come.

Besides, it's only in Poland, East Germany and Bulgaria where they're not wanted.

There he is.

A friend from Poland, call him Rashid.

And this is the famous Abu Daoud.

A fighter with a Palestinian organization.

What have you come from Poland for?

I was going to be in Warsaw next week, to convalesce.

I didn't know. Neither did Stoikov.

That's why I'm alive. Nobody knows where I am now,

or where I'll be tomorrow.

The matter is urgent. I need a determined man

whose family is in need of, say, a hundred grand.

Hold on! Stoikov...

Do you vouch for Rashid?

With my boss's head.

No, my brother in Allah. With your head?

A determined man, you say.

- Not a fanatic, though. With a cool head. - An Arab?

- I think not. - Well, I won't find you a Jew.

But I've got a Turk. Ali... something.

Well, not an easy man to talk to, but, as you said...

Determined.

Distrustful, too, so everything has to go through me.

The payment too.

After what you did in Munich, nobody in Poland will agree

- to payments directly to you. - No problem.

You pay Stoikov, he pays me.

Nobody's going to ask him any questions in Bulgaria.

I never know what a nod means in Bulgaria.

It was a Polish nod.

- Is Marysia in? - She's not here.

- Where is she then? - How should I know? At work?

At the Victoria?

Maybe.

Who are you talking to?

Go do your fucking homework!

Leave my father and get the fuck out, or I'll call the cops!

Get the fuck out, you old fuck!

Looks familiar. Wasn't he on the balcony in Munich?

- He was wearing a white hat. - That was his pal, Issa.

This one planned everything, but he took no part in the attack in the village.

Still, he's on Mossad's black list, right after Arafat.

They all look the same.

- Are you sorry for the others, General? - No.

But I'm not sorry for these ones either.

Good.

The operative will be a Turk, Ali Ağca.

Loosely connected with the Gray Wolves, in need, his mother is dying.

- He believes the money will save her. - A Turk is not an Arab?

- Well, no. - Then who?

A Turk is a Turk.

- And who will handle the Turk? - Now, this is the best part.

- Bruno. - Bruno who?

- Not Brusicki? - Yes, sir.

- Captain Konstanty Brusicki. - But he is...

retired since... 1965? He must be a hundred years old.

He's 68.

In 1967, at a show in Drawsko Pomorskie,

he hit five out of five from 600 meters.

They say he hit an Israeli general from 700 meters in the Six-Day War.

And in 1974, during a hunt,

he shot a running wild boar from 450 meters.

- With a single shot. - Sit down.

Comrade Jaroszewicz was so mad he went fucking ballistic.

The PM. The Soviets wanted him right away.

- What would they need Jaroszewicz for? - They wanted Brusicki. As an operator.

But most importantly, Bruno has terminal lung cancer.

He will die after handling the Turk.

We won't need anyone to handle Bruno,

and then someone else to handle that one, and so on, and so on.

Bruno is the end of the line. And only in the second round.

Okay. And if he snuffs it before the op?

- The cancer is non-operable. - Our op, Operation Weed.

He won't.

I've talked to his doctor, she gives him two months.

But I'll discuss plan B with Abu Daoud, obviously.

Dismissed.

Is Bianka in?

Yes, even though she should've been on disability allowance

- since the 20th party convention. - That was in 1956.

Exactly! I'm amazed too!

Hi, Marysia!

Wait, wait.

- Bruno, is that right? - Good guess.

Shall we talk?

What the hell?

So you're still alive, huh?

No worries, not much longer. How's the business going?

Those new young birds... how's it supposed to be going?

I've got a full-time job for you, for two, three months.

In the country, but at Warsaw rates.

- Are you a pimp now? - A client. Twenty a month.

A hundred for all, no more than 90 days, then I leave.

And no shitting or pissing.

I don't, never have, don't intend to.

On women.

I haven't seen you for fifteen years, I don't know what you're up to nowadays.

I'm not up to anything. I'm dying.

Hold on a second.

- I'm not going to be your nurse. - I know. Sit down.

We were preparing an op here, against this guy...

to make it look like an Arab revenge.

During reconnaissance, Bruno and I partied here for three months

until they realized all we were doing was getting hammered and fucking whores.

- And this guy, the target of your op? - Didn't show up.

He died in Jerusalem, in a bombing attack.

Reportedly by accident.

Oh, well.

Perhaps our recon...

hasn't all gone to waste.

I've seen your step-daughter and her dad.

It didn't work out too good.

One has to make do in life.

It's none of my business, but you could do much better.

You're right.

It's none of your business.

Alright then.

Ten in advance.

I'll pick you up in the morning. I won't come upstairs.

Hi, Dad.

It's Mum's anniversary today.

Remember?

I've finally saved up for the tombstone.

It's in German, only 'I trust in Tea' is in Polish.

I TRUST IN TEA

In Thee!

I know they won't let you leave Poland,

but you could've sneaked across the border and back.

Nobody would've known.

Anyway, never mind.

What did you do for the commies? Why won't they let you leave the country?

Back in March Mum said we left on your account too.

So as not to harm you.

- Because we are Jewish. - I'm sorry.

Is that true? Did you get rid of me?

And Mum? Because we are Jewish?

So, what'll it be?

I think they're coming.

Mr. Brusicki? From Warsaw?

Welcome! I'm the owner.

We can go right away.

So this is the famous Gurówka.

Is this where they kidnap children?

Western propaganda.

One brat drowns and people start telling scary stories.

Let's go, I have a meeting later on.

Follow me.

Fucking hell, what are we going to do here?

Will you fuck me in the new place?

Later, perhaps.

What are we going to do?

You will clean up the house,

and I will chop some wood and make a fire.

I'm not a cleaner.

If you can't manage, I'll get a woman from the village.

Are we playing house?

You only bought one type of coffee? Did they run out at Pewex?

- Not cleaning? - I'm changing.

Who is that?

I hit something.

Fucking hell, it's only 11 degrees in Warsaw, and a heatwave here.

- What the fuck is this place, Bruno? - How much did you pay the doctor?

Come on.

How much is medical confidentiality? Or I'll release the dogs.

You don't have any dogs.

Five. But she came to us. How else would we know?

Hi, Blanka, long time! Still working?

It's the sump. It'll be a miracle if we manage to get back.

Bianka. My stage name is Bianka, not Blanka.

Hello, Bianka.

One has to make a living.

Did you think I came here out of love?

You've come to fuck, but you only waste time together.

When Brusicki was in the can, all he did was fuck about.

- Who is this wanker? - Władeczek.

This is who they send us these days.

Shut the fuck up, Władeczek. Shall we talk?

But not here.

Colleagues from Sofia set me up with Abu Daoud.

He recommended a Turk to me, Mustafa.

Mustafa will be the operator,

and you will handle Mustafa.

I'm retired. For 11 years.

Not any more. You've just been drafted.

Mustafa hits the target, and you hit Mustafa.

And who will handle me?

This is the best part. Nobody.

You will kick the bucket on your own in eight weeks.

And cancer is neither a trace, nor a witness.

So nobody will ever tie you to anyone.

- That's good, isn't it? - Bianka has seen us together.

But she's not your wife.

I know a perv who will handle her.

He owes me, I kept him out of jail

after he strangled a hooker by pouring sand in her throat

and yelling, "An error in the prayer, God is dead!"

God is dead.

Maybe he is.

Anyway, the time has come for his deputy.

What?

Yeah, he's the target.

Who is?

Karol Wojtyła, John Paul II, the bishop of Rome...

The pope of the Roman Catholic Church... Ever heard?

- Who gave the order? - Don't be stupid.

You don't have fucking Alzheimer's yet. Or do you?

You're going to kill the Holy Father?

Not us, Mustafa will pop him off.

Operation Weed.

Don't give me that look.

You offed your first priest with a fork when you were eleven.

The time has come for a second one.

The first one really earned it.

Our operational intel tells us this one has too.

- So, do you take it? - What if I don't?

What? What do you mean if you don't?

You know it very well, once you know, there's no "if I don't".

Are you going to report it to the authorities? We're the authorities!

If you talk to Solidarity, we'll waste everyone you talk to.

You refuse?

Władeczek will chop your head off, and that hooker's as well.

Some threat!

True that!

You may not give a flying rat's ass.

But let's look at it from the carrot side, not the stick.

You have a daughter.

In Hamburg, she studies medicine. Justyna.

You will get a passport, we'll let you go.

You'll be able to see her before you die.

You haven't seen her since March 1968, right?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You will off Mustafa and fly to Hamburg straight from Rome.

It's a 100% certain deal, between you and me.

Perhaps your daughter will even cure you there?

For the dollars you will earn.

You will pay me?

In October 1967...

you killed Shota Abashidze.

He wasn't a dissident or a fucking spy.

He was just a highland bandit, and another bandit...

paid you for getting rid of competition.

Is that correct? Or should I make a call to find out the name of the client?

You didn't know we knew, did you?

A shot of vodka and pork aspic, please.

Will you eat it, or do you want a pass-on?

Pass-on.

Hey, mister tenant!

Why don't you join us?

- You've already met the Chief. - Hi.

This is Marcel Lasoń, a pharmacist.

He's new here, just like yourself. And this is... just Kid.

And this is my tenant from Warsaw, Mr. Brusicki.

- Trout fishing? - Yes.

Have you brought your rod?

Do you play poker?

When I'm not fishing.

Kid, go get half a liter.

- A liter. On me. - Okay.

Small blind five, big blind five,

full house over flush, three of a kind over straight.

Have you come for a longer time, or just...

- for reconnaissance? - For the season.

What my lady asked... about those children...

Off the record... Is there anything to it?

That was why you came to see me in hospital.

I'll fold.

The Marciniaks had two, a boy and a girl.

They went to the river, only the boy came back.

We found the girl a week later.

I ordered a post-mortem, they told me she had drowned.

She didn't look as if she had drowned.

She had some abrasions on her neck, but the doctor in Rzeszów decided

that she had drowned, and that was it. Why do you ask?

- I was at the Bystra, and... - Nah, by then the girl had...

already been dead for four days.

- I checked, you have an alibi. - Alright, enough of this bullshit!

Children don't get murdered in the People's Republic of Poland!

A man might sometimes get killed in a land feud.

- But not children! - Bolek!

Your woman sent the little squirt here!

See? If anything was the matter, she would never do it.

- What's up, Jasio? - Dad, Mum wants you home.

Come here!

He'll run this place one day!

He'll be a county First Secretary, like his father!

Fuck the county, he'll be First Secretary of the Party!

- What now? - No, nothing...

Go back home, tell Mum daddy will be back in no time!

Go on! Chop chop!

My darling boy!

If you were a clown in a fucking circus...

would you come with a bulb on your nose and in seven-league boots?

- Do you want the dairy or not? - Give it.

And that moron... Have you taken care of that?

No worries, where we put him, nobody listens to him.

And even if someone hears him, they surely fuck him themselves.

And that whore and her john we bought. Nothing to worry about!

We will need plans of the rooms.

- You don't have plans of the Vatican? - We do, Bernini's original blueprints.

But we need the latest versions, with technical innovations.

I'm only going back to Rome in June...

I don't know when I can come to Poland again.

You will go back and tell them the Polish services bothered you.

And I'll come to Rome myself to pick them up.

Where to?

Money...

and the receipt.

Turn right!

My house!

You drunkard! Go on, puke all over my garden!

Couldn't you throw up at the bar?

Don't drink if you can't handle it!

You wino!

Shame, I just don't have the drinking culture in me...

You dickhead, all you have is a dick!

Power saving...

Nothing will help them now.

Are you with Solidarity?

It makes no difference here in Gurówka.

Perhaps if... To Moscow... To Moscow!

- Have you lived here long? - Nah, only a week!

Absolute shithole.

I got fed up with people and Warsaw.

Especially party people.

You're an army man, you don't like it, I suppose?

I'll drive you home, but I'm warning you, I'm completely wasted.

I have a flat over the pharmacy,

and a house outside the town, but my wife and kids are there...

- See you tomorrow, Bruno. - See you, Marcello.

The problem is that the distance from the Vatican buildings

is good for a sure shot,

but there's a high risk of exposure before the op.

Bad luck! There are no buildings high enough around St. Peter's Square.

But we can start a construction and build a crane of appropriate height,

but that will leave a massive trace, buying the land, construction permit, etc.

So, without a crane,

the nearest convenient observation spot

is the Ponte Umberto bridge.

Very well, let him shoot from there.

Two obstacles...

The trajectory of the projectile is as flat as a cat on a motorway,

and...

the distance.

Go on, spill the beans, Szymurek!

1170 meters.

Fucking hell! A rifle like that doesn't even exist!

I'm scouting for a rifle.

The Americans have made a prototype of a BMG rifle

...50 cal, we could obtain it with Soviet help, I think.

The Soviets are not getting involved, I've told you!

Anyway, there's no shooter in the world...

In that case Bruno should go with Ali and pop him at short distance.

Then he will have no chance to escape. There will be a huge crowd.

And if he's caught, who knows what he will tell the inquisition.

They have 500 years of experience in extracting confessions.

What do you suggest then?

I don't know.

I have to talk to Bruno.

Get me an HK PSG,

And I'll prepare the bullets.

1170 meters. Way more than half a mile.

Unless...

If you catch him at the eastern gate, you'll gain 90 meters.

If I get that rifle

I can hit him from Ponte Umberto.

Bruno, 1080 meters, a moving target.

Not moving. Unless Mustafa is a moron,

he'll be standing still when I shoot him.

Because?

He has to be still when he shoots,

and I'll shoot at the same time he does.

You will kill him before he fires!

It'll take my bullet... 1.5 second to reach the target.

It'll kill him after he fires.

Anything else?

Check the maximum height of a car allowed in the area of the bridge,

and prepare a shooting position for me under the roof.

A shipping container with a gun hole will be fine.

Bruno, it's still 1080 meters.

Rysio...

Look at me.

I want to go to Hamburg straight from Rome

to my daughter.

Like we agreed.

No change of plans. Do you understand?

And I will kill Mustafa with one shot.

Two.

Bolek, your missus is looking for you.

She has two options...

The church or the bar.

When will you introduce us to your redhead lady, Bruno?

Jacks and tens... What church? The committee perhaps.

That won't cut it. Three nines.

I'm a party man until four p.m.

- When will you introduce your lady to us? - Must you always interrogate people?

Don't you have enough of that at work?

He'll introduce her when he feels like it. Or never at all.

Some company for a lady...

Three queens!

I'm done.

- Give me. - Here.

- But I already owe you five! - The night is young.

Bruno, shuffle them.

Did you win?

No.

We're out of coffee.

I'm drinking some piss, and we agreed...

I'll figure something out.

What?

Greetings to the criminal world and the underworld of the capital!

Do you know the coach park at the waterfall?

Szymurek will be there from nine a.m., he can't drive up here.

- To the barn? - To the barn.

Where's everybody?

We closed the road, all we need here are tourists!

- And where's the driver? - You're careful, that's good.

He's waiting for a radio call.

- And? - There's a double end wall.

Flip everything to the other side.

A bench.

A tall one.

The table.

Fifty, sixty centimeters longer.

The gun hole, to the edge of the table.

Alright, it'll be ready tomorrow.

A request...

Fifty...

One hundred grand.

I knew it.

What is this?

More valuable than money from tomorrow.

What's this?

Don't be nosy.

I'm leaving.

Because?

What world do you live in?

They've introduced food rationing.

Meat, flour, cold cuts, coffee and rice. Do you have coupons?

Because I don't, as you may know.

Who are you, Bruno?

Alright, I'll stay a bit longer.

But you must take me out, to see people.

What the hell?!

May I?

Feeling up our girls, eh?

I'm Chief of Citizens' Militia in Gurówka.

- Look this way! - Enough, he's had enough!

Fuck off, you old fart, or I'll have you too!

Go away.

You watch those motherfuckers...

and I'll call a patrol.

Assault on a militia officer, you motherfuckers!

You'll get fucked up in the can so good

you'll remember me till your dying day!

- There's no need for that. - They fucking attacked an officer!

It's between blokes, not an official matter.

What the fuck are you on about?!

Give me the piece, I'll ice the motherfucker!

In self-defense!

Nobody will say a word!

Nobody's going to ice anyone.

Get the fuck out of here! And stay away from Gurówka! Now!

Let's fuck off!

By the by...

Who are you?

Nobody.

I'll find out...

Shall we go to bed?

You lie down, I'll stay up a bit longer.

We were almost like a couple today.

Almost...

Will you come before I fall asleep?

Don't fall asleep and I'll come.

MILITARY AREA ACCESS FORBIDDEN

You didn't know? The Marciniaks' boy is missing.

He went to fetch the cows last night and didn't come back.

The little Henio? He's no older than ten...

He's younger than our Józio...

- Without a trace... - Warsaw on line one! On the right!

What's happening in the world...

It used to be the Jews, but now?

- Bruno. - Yes?

I need higher penetration.

Give me four hours.

- How much? - Thirty-five.

- Later, love. - Jagoda! 450 and the receipt!

Mister! Have you heard? Another Marciniak kid went missing!

Do you think it's an accident, or, God forbid...

The Chief came to me for a dressing, because the doctor was drunk

and Marciniakowa burst in tears, hysterical...

They called the army, they are searching the forest.

They won't find him... Oh my God, what am I saying.

Is the Chief looking for volunteers?

No, the Chief... before Marciniakowa came,

he'd been swearing at those guys. The ones you defended last night.

He wants to arrest them tonight.

He'll be busy with other things right now.

Can't you help them?

Nobody can win with the militia in this country.

- But last night you did... - That meant nothing.

And nothing can be done? Maybe they can hide somewhere...

There's no place they can hide. Abroad, perhaps.

I'm sorry, I thought...

They will surely find Henio, safe and sound.

Quite something, isn't it?

I mean... terrible...

Have you heard about Henio?

Do you know the Chief well?

Well...

He tried to pick up that nurse last night, at the dance in Kowary, and...

fell out with the locals. They bumped him around a bit,

and he wants to arrest them for assault today.

He'll have more important things to do today.

- Do you care? - They didn't really do anything...

The Chief owes me 350 grand.

The deadline was in April, I could prolongate...

No, I don't want you to bankroll it.

I'm not.

Thanks, Marcello.

- Alright. How many, Bruno? - Two.

- And? Have you found him? - We've found fuck all...

We're waiting for permission from voivodship to enter the military zone,

perhaps he lost his way there...

- It's brass monkey out there. - Take it.

- Deal me in. - Wait, next round.

Fuck me, have you won a lottery?

- Is it from Marciniakowa? - Enough with this bullshit!

Where's Kid? He hasn't come? He didn't show up for the search too.

He'll turn up.

I fold.

Is there a problem?

No...

No.

Szymurek has sent me.

A change of plans.

Let's talk on the boat.

Mustafa is acting up.

He says he's not sure he can do it.

Looks like he wants more money, but we can't take the risk.

Szymurek has decided you will shoot the Weed first, and then Mustafa.

- Is it doable? - You want me to shoot the pope.

That's what I said.

- That wasn't the deal. - This is the new deal.

It's not your call.

- Let Szymurek come down here himself. - Look, you old prick...

You will swim to the shore without a word, you asshole,

you will go to Warsaw

and you will tell Szymurek to come and see me here right away.

Or I'll fucking kill you right now.

- Understood? - Yes!

Fuck off then!

Did he force you?

Have you swapped heads with a cow?

He paid me.

Okay.

He also said he would bring me something nice from Rome.

Władeczek said that?

Yeah.

Since you couldn't be bothered.

When are you going to Rome?

You're going too, I understand.

I don't know yet.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Is something the matter?

I hear another kid has gone missing in the village.

Do you know anything?

No.

You look like you're lying through your teeth.

- No. - And yet.

I'm going to bed.

I'll stay up a bit longer.

This fucked up world... It's a good thing we don't have children.

I've burnt myself.

- How long have I been here? - You were already here.

You must be careful.

One can't always be careful. You weren't.

I'm old.

When my father is delirious, I always give it to him.

Do you have a child?

- A daughter. - Does she have a child?

No. Not yet.

I'm sure she will be great.

I'll go tell the nurse you're awake.

She'll be better than me.

Don't move, you're very ill!

- The doctor isn't in, but... - He's drunk senseless in the other room.

- How are you feeling? - I'll be fine.

- How did I get here? - Your wife brought you.

- And you? - We had come to see you.

Bianka told us.

She brought me and went back to the house?

I told her you wouldn't come round before the morning.

There was no point in her staying here all night.

Pass my clothes.

Mustafa is unstable, he says one thing, then another.

Which is why our colleagues in Sofia

admitted his mother to their Foreign Office hospital.

If he keeps on acting up, they'll put her down.

But that's no good to us at all. We will be safe when...

and only when...

you hit the primary target first, and then if you manage, Mustafa.

- That was not the deal. - Do you care who you shoot?

No, but that was not the deal.

I see your point, I get it.

You will get ten million for Mustafa and ten for the other one.

- That's not what we agreed. - Are you fucking mad or just senile?

You said it.

Władeczek, go to the army base in Kowary.

Where is the duty officer?

I keep it under key, it would all get stolen otherwise.

I'm turning it on right away.

Done? Stand outside the door and don't let anyone in.

Yes, sir!

Do you recognize it?

Wandsbek, in Hamburg.

I know your daughter makes videos for you, but probably from neck up.

She has a baby. With a Nigerian.

And this brunet has taken care of her.

What love it must be to raise another man's child, and a Nigerian man's, too?

He must have pleased her real good...

Their dicks are 75% larger on average.

It's a scientifically proven fact.

I know a few addicts at St. Pauli...

Who will, for a shot of smack,

rape her and rip her open like Sharon Tate.

And the brunet too. And the baby...

They'll take it out and sell it to cosmetic companies

to make anti-ageing cream.

And only Sambo who fucked a white girl and fucked off to Congo gets to live.

To Nigeria.

The old man tells me to send Juraszek... Do you remember Juraszek?

...to Hamburg, to ice your girl, a doctor-to-be.

But I said, "Comrade General, let's keep her alive...

for now.

We'll have Bruno in our grip."

I'll kill the pope.

But...

If you ever threaten my daughter

I will kill you

Władeczek...

and fuck knows what general, whoever he might be.

It's a deal.

- You meant it. - What?

That you're dying.

The girl at the hospital took me for your wife, she told me everything.

I couldn't...

Not a big deal, all it took was to leave the hospital.

I didn't want to watch you die.

I watched my mother, for eight months, I had enough.

I've already packed.

You'll have to unpack, for the third time.

Do you want me to?

I thought that was it.

That was what?

You know... the end.

I've been to three wars.

In a German POW camp they organized,

a mock execution, and

nothing.

And now...

I'm dying, Marysia.

What a mess.

There's a church fair tomorrow, shall we go?

What for?

We'll buy ourselves indulgences.

- Knives, scissors! - Come and buy!

...for my granddaughter...

- ...thank you... - Let's look over there...

Come, we'll be late!

Dad!

Henio! My son!

Helenka!

My boy!

Henio!

Jasio!

Jaś!

Do you think they'll find him alive?

Don't worry, they'll find him.

He pushed his sister and, out of despair, drowned himself.

Mum!

A bit expensive...

- I'll take this, please. - Here you are!

Good morning! I haven't had a chance to thank you.

- I didn't do anything. - They left those guys alone.

- Jasio! - Goodbye!

- Jasio! - Is that why you don't fuck me?

Wait for me.

Give me some money to buy beads! The large ones.

Must you always raise trouble.

Jasio!

- Hiding from the cops? - No.

From who, then? I won't rat you out, spy's honor!

Are you a spy?

I used to be, until 1970, before you were born.

Who did you spy on?

- The Jews. - My dad says Yiddos.

He doesn't know them. They're a tough and ruthless enemy.

Merciless, too

and brave.

- So, who are you hiding from? - You know who, the Bogeyman.

The Bogeyman? Well, well, you don't say.

- And what does he look like? - You know that.

You're not asking about Henio?

No.

We both know, where Henio is.

The Bogeyman.

He goes by many names, but... yes.

The Bogeyman.

Look out for yourself.

You too. He's not only after children.

You don't like it?

It's not French.

I've drunk better, but not here.

All those who can't leave...

Dream of getting the fuck out of this country.

And you could leave, but you don't.

Perhaps I will, when I'm done with this job.

Do you believe in God?

Because?

You bought the portrait of the Holy Father...

If you believe, maybe God will save you?

I do believe.

It's thanks to John Paul II

whose portrait I bought

something will change in my life.

I don't need God for that, and he...

might even be...

more of a nuisance.

That's blasphemy.

I'll pray for you.

On the same knees

that you work on?

Fuck you!

Secretary General learned about your Bulgarian plan

- from his informants in Sofia. - My plan?

- Well, not mine. - No, it isn't.

What am I supposed to do now?

You will submit self-criticism,

you will promise the old dummy whatever he wants

and that'll be it.

General Tadeusz Karaś reports for duty, Comrade Secretary General.

Take a seat.

Cigarette?

Yes, sir!

How many eminent world leaders

do you know, General?

- Yourself, Comrade Secretary General! - Foreign ones.

- Comrade Fidel Castro. - Go on.

Living ones?

What would happen...

Comrade General...

if we were...

to begin...

assassinating each other?

Like...

Tamerlane's warriors?

I don't understand.

General Gostynin...

would like to...

explain something to you.

You misunderstood my intentions

when we last talked.

I still don't understand.

You are to call off immediately...

all actions...

in the Roman operation!

I'm afraid our heads will roll if we don't call off the operation

after Secretary General's explicit objection.

They won't if I'm in charge.

Alright.

Before I snuff it, in...

two...

three months...

I'd like to do something...

not to end up...

shuffling my feet in a hospice.

And then you can go back to your life

if you're happy with it.

I'm not with mine anymore.

I can't make a slightest mistake...

not by a millimeter...

not by a fraction of a second...

Only I can do it.

Bruno...

What's up, Marcello?

Young Agaciak, when he didn't come for poker

he went missing for good.

The Chief searched his house and found...

Helenka's knickers, Henio's sandal and cap,

hidden in a sofa among old bedsheets.

Covered in blood.

He detained Kid's mother and brother and is interrogating them.

And people want to see them hang.

Who are the flowers for?

Hiya, Bruno! How much time do you need to pull yourself together?

Two hours.

- Enough time for me to see your missus. - Have you got the instalment?

- How much? - As agreed, 30.

Go to the village, wait outside the bar.

I'll pass you once, so watch out.

Another time, Blanka.

What do they pay you 30 thousand dollars for?

None of your business.

If those motherfuckers pay you this much,

it must be something real bad.

I'll be back in four days. Flowers!

Shove them up your arse, in four days I'll be gone!

CITIZENS' MILITIA

- What's happened? - You must help!

The Klimas' kid is hurt, the doctor is hammered...

To Kowary... To hospital... Right now!

I don't know what to do. I gave him morphine, but maybe too much?

- What happened? - I can't understand, she just wails...

She just said young Agaciak sneaked into their house

and threw Jasio onto a hot stove.

- Young Agaciak? Today? - Jesus, Janek!

A moment ago!

Comrade General!

A carriage with a hidden locker has been attached to the train.

We had it done by a smuggler.

Customs officers stand no chance.

It would be better to send it by plane, as a diplomatic dispatch.

The task will be carried out, Comrade General.

Your head will roll if you fail, Szymurek, your head!

Bread is bad for them. It swells in their stomachs and they suffocate.

You should buy grain, Comrade General.

Fuck them, let them suffocate.

I only give them bread not to throw it away, it's a sin.

Dismissed!

Come on, take him!

Come on...

What the fuck?

- We'll make it. - Don't fuck with me!

I said, we'll make it. Go back to Gurówka and wait for me there.

Now.

We did what we could,

but he has third-degree burns on his buttocks, feet and hands.

The kid is practically fried.

He must have been two, three minutes on the stove.

I can't imagine that.

It would've felt like eternity.

What happens now?

He'll be sent to a specialist hospital in Siemianowice by helicopter.

A series of grafts...

and they'll probably amputate his hands.

If he lives that long.

Who did that?

Either you tell me, or it was you.

What the fuck are you saying?

Speak clearly, I can't understand!

He was running around the room, knocked the phone down, it fell...

Bolek had been waiting for a call from the voivodship,

about those missing children.

Bolek was supposed to hush it up.

Fuck him! Who fried Jasio?

Usually he would put him under hot shower...

I don't know what came over him,

but he put him on the stove.

Who did? Speak clearly for fuck's sake!

Bolek did!

This is unit 12, go ahead.

A report from a citizen, 9 Chłodna Street.

Possible bike theft.

- Hi Bolek. - Hi, come on in!

- Hi! - Hello!

Look, that little squirt broke my phone.

- Anything to drink? - I hit a curb,

the fender rubs against the tire. Can I borrow a hammer?

I'd have to look in the basement.

- Please do. - Let me grab the keys.

Fucking hell, hold on.

Got them!

Come in!

Get a glass from the cupboard.

Do you know that young Agaciak

attacked Jaś Klimas two hours ago?

I'm taking testimony right now.

Is there any more damage to fix?

Nah, just the fender.

Alright.

I've got them!

I've found these.

What?

- The Holy Father. - Yeah.

At home I'm not Secretary of the county committee of the party,

- but a devout Catholic. - Yeah, yeah.

Running with the hare, hunting with the hounds.

Which one do you choose?

This one.

Hedging his bets did him no good at all.

You've just fucking killed First Secretary!

Not the first, not the last...

I killed Bierut in 1956 in Moscow.

Put the gun away.

You're common scum.

I have nothing against you.

On your knees!

Right there! Hands on your head!

Move and I'll shoot you!

Fucking hell...

What are you in for?

I killed Secretary Klimas.

Because you're stupid.

You should've killed the Chief.

One at a time.

There must be some order. We'll go by seniority.

Brusicki! Interrogation!

You killed a priest with a fork when you were eleven.

And you got away with it.

Because the blues felt sorry for you,

they were sure the priest fucked you,

they didn't want to make a fuss.

But we reviewed that case,

out of curiosity, and what did we find out?

The priest didn't fuck you, but your elder brother, Stanisław.

Is that right?

Stasio hanged himself, and you offed the priest for revenge.

- Is this what happened? - That was before the war.

I was underage

and it was fifty years ago.

And now you've killed First Secretary of the county committee

of the Polish United Workers' Party, Comrade Bolesław Klimas,

in his own home, with his own hammer,

in front of Chief of the town's Citizens' Militia.

Do you think you will get away this time?

I don't give a flying rat's ass.

That must be the first book Władeczek has ever had in his hands.

You're clever, but not more than us.

You took 30 thousand dollars, and you think

you can weasel out of the job by killing the Secretary.

You will spend some quiet time on the death row

until you die of the fucking lung cancer.

That's just your opinion.

Władeczek, get the Chief.

Let me have a smoke.

We are taking him and the paperwork, we are taking the case over.

It's not the county's concern any more. Understood?

- Yes, Comrade Major. - Uncuff him.

- But it's-- - Uncuff him right fucking now

and stop fucking with me,

or I'll bust you down to a village bobby, and kick your ass for all to see!

What'll happen to your authority then?

It's not young Agaciak.

It's that bloke from Warsaw.

- Get him here! Get him! - Murderer!

He won't talk, but we will make him.

- Give him to us! - He's a murderer!

We know what to do with him!

Comrades! In People's Poland,

as long as the Party is in power, and not the Solidarity scum,

there is, and there will be, no lynchings!

Disperse!

- What the fuck? - Disperse!

We won't make the night train because of you, you twat!

We'll have to take the 6:37.

Władeczek, did you call them to tell them

to attach our carriage to the morning train?

I did, I had to explain what to do three times

to this idiot, the stationmaster. I hope the dickhead got it.

Thinking how to off us? No point in that.

There's a line of others for our place.

A line of others for your place?

If you want to change anything in this fucking shithouse,

you have to start higher up.

I could kill Władeczek right now,

but then there's you, then the one who sent you,

General Dąbrowski, or General Karaś.

But they act on orders from the politburo,

and the politburo dances to the music played by the Kremlin.

Most likely by Gostynin.

Gostynin gets his orders directly from Andropov,

who gets his from Brezhnev, so...

There's no point in killing the moron, and yourself...

- One has to start from the top. - How do you, an old fart,

want to kill Secretary General, eh?

It seems like we're going to kill the pope...

- Is that so different? - I should think so!

The weed doesn't have the KGB, GRU and millions of Red Army soldiers.

It'll take 18 months to prepare, but it's possible.

Stop talking to him! If the fuckhead pulls it off,

this conversation will be proof of conspiracy, and we'll get the rope!

Fat fucking chance!

End of next year. Mark that date, Władeczek.

The keys!

The fast train from Warsaw to Rome...

Fuck! It's encrypted. Have they gone all mad?

- Is Solidarity supposed to spy on us? - Let me see, Sir.

It'll take a few hours...

- Have you got the tables? - I remember from school...

We are using a mutation of the German ADFGX cypher,

- It's a child's play. Just tedious. - Get to work then.

I need a pencil and paper.

Władeczek, were you born like this? Go get it, I won't buy them for you.

- ...have a good time! - Goodbye!

We have a special reservation.

Oh, yes. It's the next compartment. Let me open it for you.

There.

Fucking hell. Everybody's singing "Barka".

The pope said he liked it once, for the sake of peace and quiet.

And now those morons will torture him with it for eternity.

Fuck.

Rushing the cancer?

In 1959, when he was bishop of Kraków,

you wrote to him in private about your brother.

You almost got yourself sacked for consorting with the clergy.

I did.

In 1931 I wrote to Rospond,

in 1951 to Baziak,

and, in 1959, to him.

And? Was it worth it?

They took me for a provocateur every time,

and shelved the case.

Aren't you doing all this for personal revenge?

Władeczek, why don't you get down to deciphering the message? Chop chop!

Relax, it'll be ready by the time we reach the border.

Fucking hell...

- This is not good. - You don't remember?

- I remember very well. - What is it then?

You've barely done half of it...

These are empty characters. I'm almost done.

Read it, Colonel.

Gostynin dead, in a plane crash...

Karaś went missing yesterday, no contact...

Dąb replacing Karaś...

Operation Weed to be terminated immediately...

and destroy documents, evidence...

and witnesses. Signed 'D'.

Hello. May I see your tickets and papers, please?

Here you go.

- Wodka? Cigarettes? - No, nothing.

Thank you.

You're not a witness, but an operator.

This order doesn't apply to you, understood? Think logically!

We will get off at the next stop and catch a train back to Poland.

And you will peacefully die of cancer in two months,

and Władeczek will take care of the safe locker.

- We have to call off Mustafa. - It's not our problem, our op is over.

- Others will deal with Mustafa. - You don't know that.

If they don't make it in time, or send a cryptogram, Mustafa will shoot.

Nothing to do with us. We end the op now.

- I'm going to Rome. - You don't give a fuck about the pope.

You want to go, because we bought you a ticket to Hamburg?

Go ahead! But if you don't fucking listen to me now,

you will only go to Hamburg for the funeral

of your fucking Negro's bitch.

I warned you!

Fuck! I have little children!

- It's out of order. And low on water/ - Just an insulin shot.

Oh, in that case. God bless!

That I wouldn't count on.

- Which platform for Rome? - There's no such number.

You have to go to Vienna first, to Sudbahnhoff.

- Where's Szymurek? - He's dead. We go it alone.

- Do you have an HGV license? - I do.

We'll take turns, four hours each, we'll be there in the evening.

Put the bag in the locker right away.

You probably don't remember me, but I remember you from the Six-Day war.

You hit a Jewish colonel from half a mile.

I remember. You were an instructor of communications, with the Syrians.

Your name was Jordan Ormanov then.

In case of inspection, at least the search won't take them 12 hours...

I have to make a call.

I don't know how Szymurek died, but I think we should beat it immediately.

- Marcel? - Some mess you've made...

I need you to do something for me.

Go to my house right away

and take Bianka to a station.

No less than a hundred kilometers away.

Tell her to disappear until she hears from me...

- or somebody I send. Will you do it? - What's it all about?

Do it!

Jordan...

Here's 30 thousand dollars.

Okay.

If something happens, you will give it to Justyna Bursch...

In Hamburg.

Tell her it's from grampa for his granddaughter.

If nothing happens to me, you'll give it back to me.

Okay.

One question.

How do you know it's a girl?

Because I want things to be better for her.

Can you hear me?

- Can you hear me? - Lound and clear.

Have you seen Mustafa in person? I only saw photos.

Positive.

You'll be my spotter.

Copy that.

Are you fucking mad?

- How will you pick me up on a bike? - My little Fiat couldn't drive up here.

A rich suitor I've found myself.

The key's got stuck in the lock.

- Leave it there. - In the lock?

Anybody will be able to come in.

Jesus Christ, why do you punish me with such losers?

An error in the prayer. God is dead.

Transport, come in!

- This is transport, go ahead. - We've got him.

South-east sector, under the colonnade.

Copy, over and out.

Twenty meters in front of the target.

A guard with a halberd.

Got him.

Fifteen meters behind the guard.

On nine o'clock.

Got him.

Fire at will.

Rolling out.

- Did you have him in your crosshairs? - Positive.

Why didn't you shoot?

I...

I thought...

God will judge him.

I wouldn't like to offend you Poles, but...

if there is no God, or even if there is...

The pope is his best pal.

He won't harm one of his own.

There is always conscience in the end.

Not even the Holy Father...

can get away from it.

Some Yugoslavian or Bulgarian, brought me money from you.

I don't know why you didn't do it yourself.

He wouldn't tell me.

But he said you were okay.

I'm glad.

As you see, I couldn't be any better.

I was a bit worried the baby and I wouldn't have any money to live on,

but now...

He also said that...

that you knew I'd been pregnant,

and you weren't mad at all.

I love you, Dad.