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Based on a true story.

On September 1, 1939, Germany attacked Poland, starting World War II.

Sixteen days later, Russia, in agreement with Germany, invaded Poland.

Both countries then divided Poland between themselves.

The Russians imprisoned thousands of members of the Polish intelligentsia.

The Germans are advancing from the northwest.

We must hold the position for at least 24 hours.

Colonel...

The Russians are coming from the east.

The bastards broke the non-aggression pact?

An order from the marshal.

"Fight the Russians only if they attack."

And you, Lieutenant, what are you doing now?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Lieutenant, we surrender to the Russians!

Calm your dog down.

It's not my dog.

BOW AND AXE ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS

A FILM BY ŁUKASZ PALKOWSKI

GORKY RESORT

Open up!

In the name of the Communist Party

and its leader, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin,

we welcome you warmly, Polish comrades,

so proudly representing the Polish elite

at our Gorky Resort.

Our main goal is to ensure your safe return home,

but until that is possible,

you'll remain here under our tender care.

Our specially designed cultural program

aims to show you, comrades,

that communism is the only correct ideology

and the future of the world.

Attention, comrades!

Table on the left: generals and colonels.

On the right: other officers. Let's go!

One at a time!

You can kiss my ass.

Come on! They're watching.

Artymowski Stefan.

Vilnius, 12 Pohulanki Street. Cavalry captain.

Horses?

Beautiful animals.

Not too effective against tanks.

The war is not over yet.

Maybe the war isn't, but the Polish army is.

Next!

- Attention! Comrade Major! - As you were.

At ease! As you were.

Your papers.

No papers.

How's that?

No military ID, no soldier.

Then let's say that I'm not here.

- Your papers, or... - Your people seized them near Tarnopol.

Your military rank?

Lubinski Pawel. 15 Klonowa Street, Lodz.

Cavalry lieutenant.

Reserve?

Yes, sir.

Occupation?

Middle school teacher.

Go away! Damn mutt!

Don't shoot at the dog!

- Hello there, old chap! - Good morning!

Hold the suitcase.

Captain, good morning.

Fuck, what a monkey grove.

Beautiful metaphor!

May I use it? Second Lieutenant Leon Stein.

Pawel Lubinski. What for?

This place could use a name.

If I may, I'll suggest it to the command.

Please do.

Every officer's duty is to escape as quickly as possible

and join our boys who are fighting the enemy.

Enemies. We have two now.

Who knows which is worse?

The Russians or the Germans.

I think a German camp would be more bearable.

Compared to the gulags.

- You think too highly of them. - They're a civilised nation.

And Russians are savages.

That's the truth.

I thought that people of your religion were rather pro-Russian.

Excuse me, how do you know my religion?

I can tell by the glasses.

But not every Jew is a communist.

Still, every Jew is a Jew.

That's true. A fair observation.

Free bunk?

Stein! Back to your bunk.

Lubinski!

- Pawel Lubinski! - Aren't you Lubinski?

Dammit!

Move it!

What did they want?

What do you think? It's the perfect time for brainwashing.

- Move it! - Coming!

Comrade Major!

Come in, Mr Lubinski.

I don't speak French.

I thought the entire Polish elite spoke French.

After 8 pm, a curfew is in effect.

Anyone apprehended while moving about without proper authorisation

will be confined to solitary.

Those who damage soviet property

will also be held responsible...

Who did you get at night, Lieutenant?

Sorry?

Who did you get to talk to?

I don't know.

He didn't introduce himself.

Some NKVD major.

- A total clown. - Zarubin.

The chief investigator.

You must be important.

Usually, we face inferior brainwashers first.

He steps in later.

Perhaps you could explain what this is all about.

Look around.

We all seem the same, right?

Dirty uniforms, tired faces.

It's the elite of the Polish intelligentsia.

Open up!

Here you go. Next batch.

Boys, look who came to visit!

Pretty pilots.

Well-groomed, clean...

A girl pilot!

Attention!

I said: attention!

Mitts to yourself, you Russian boor!

- Leave them! - Yes, sir!

Calm down, for fuck's sake!

Get back in line! Right now!

Sit down.

Will he live, doctor?

He just might.

If he stops messing with Russian soldiers.

What kind of an idiot does that?

A highlander.

How about you, doctor?

- You're Polish? - That's right.

Dr Piotr Nowak, reserve major.

Gentlemen, I have an announcement.

After our little brawl,

I propose to establish a volunteer service

to protect Lieutenant Lewandowska.

No need for that, Maciek.

- I can manage. - The highlander's right.

You shouldn't go out alone at night.

Carry this with you.

They can't be trusted.

It will fit down your trouser leg.

STALIN

SHITLIN

Give me back my dog!

Now!

Go get it.

Dog!

What's its name?

Your dog, and you don't know its name?

Try "Shitlin".

Shitlin!

Shitlin!

Shitlin!

I saw you at the monument, you scum.

I'll tell the right person on you.

Go ahead.

How much do you have left there?

- A little bit. - Let's play for what you've got.

I'd love to.

- Do you call? - Yes.

I have...

An ace...

and a straight.

I have a five and a queen. Full house.

Thank you very much. Who's next?

- Damn swindler! - Easy, buddy.

Stay where you are!

Step aside!

Move!

It's not here.

Thief!

- Stand up. - What is it?

Check his pockets.

What devilry is this?

Notes.

Notes?

I told you. Fucking savages.

Shut up!

What are these long lines? What does it mean?

It's a special code.

So he's a spy.

Let's go.

What's your name?

Pawel Lubinski.

Occupation?

Teacher, as I said.

Shut up!

Pawel Lubinski was shot dead on September 17 near Tarnopol.

You lied to us.

You executed Soviet commissars in 1920.

How many did you kill?

- Quite a few. - Where was that?

In the sandbox.

Enough of this nonsense!

Do the math, you idiot.

He was 13 at the time.

That's enough!

- Come in, Professor. - Good day, Commander.

I've studied your dossier. It's truly admirable.

Shitlin!

Shitlin!

No good news from the last transport.

The Polish army announced the end of combat.

And...

Poland is no more.

Our country is no more.

Hitler offered peace to England and France.

They must accept Poland's partition by Russia and Germany.

The Allies will not abandon us.

They already have.

You better stick to those card tricks of yours.

You've already insulted me once.

Next time, I won't let it slide.

Only a madman could think of something like that.

- I have my reasons. - Of course.

But why should I take such a risk?

Because you love thy neighbour?

What if they catch me?

Well, you're Russian.

No.

I'm Ukrainian.

A prisoner, just like you.

I saw you drive in and out freely.

It only looks that way.

But you never know.

Those bastards are often in a lousy mood.

One time, they don't care,

another, the shit stinks too much, and they beat me.

Like it's my fault.

No, it's too risky.

Who are you spying on?

Nobody.

I can't sleep.

- And you? - Me neither.

I have a migraine.

I can offer a foot massage.

It'll numb any pain.

Stein said I'm pretty good at it.

These advances are truly pathetic.

Can't we have a normal conversation?

Sorry.

You overawe me. I've never known a woman pilot before.

You still don't.

Get off me! Let me go!

Let me go!

Come on!

Come on!

Aren't you shitfaced?

If it hadn't been for me,

you'd have bled out to death.

- Dammit! - First and last name.

We're going to write a report.

A report?

What report?

Comrade Doctor, no need for a report.

This will go away.

Look, that's it.

I'm fine.

Thanks for your help.

I'll go now.

Fours.

Sixes.

Unbelievable.

- You've fleeced the entire monkey grove. - You can't always win.

Maybe tell us the truth.

The truth is

that I pray when I play.

Prayer is your famous trick?

Prayer is the best way to scam your fellow officers?

Anyone else have a problem with me, or just Captain Artymowski?

No, wait.

Last game. All or nothing.

This time, I'm dealing.

Fine.

You're dealing.

Stop it!

- Leave him alone! - That was the third time!

Let him go!

Damn, what's going on here?

Disperse, you fuckers!

Go!

Destruction of socialist property

is subject to the same punishment as any crime

against the beloved

people's socialist government.

This also applies to the desecration of the monument

of our leader,

Comrade Stalin.

Was that your doing, too?

Admit it!

You can shove that filthy monument up your red ass!

Who helped him destroy the loudspeaker?

Lock him up.

As for the rest...

it's 24 hours without food.

The whole camp!

Cheers!

I'll pay you well.

What am I going to do with money here?

No.

Take it for yourself.

Wait!

Get some alcohol, or you'll die in the shit.

It'll be so disgusting that you won't be able to stand it.

Bring him in.

Put him here.

You're all free to go.

What have you done to him?

Who knew he was so fragile?

We have to figure something out to avoid mutiny.

I'm not a miracle worker.

Dammit.

Comrade Doctor!

Come on! Move it!

I can't stand eggs.

May I go now?

But why, Dad?

That's the second time this week!

Excuse me, Comrade Major, but a prisoner is missing.

I thought you should know.

Let the guards look for him.

But it's...

the famous pianist.

- Grabowski? - Yes.

We've already searched the grounds twice.

You have to catch him.

- Is that clear? - Yes, of course.

He couldn't have gone very far.

He's on foot.

When did you notice his disappearance?

He was here yesterday evening.

I saw him on "Marszalkowska".

- Where? - Don't you know your own camp, Dad?

That's what they call the main street.

I must have him alive.

Our mission here is to indoctrinate, not kill.

- Is that clear? - Yes, sir.

So, "Marszalkowska"?

Tell me.

He's not here.

Not a trace there either.

- Get the dog. - Yes, sir.

Murderer!

Don't you help this thug! He tried to kill my dog!

- You don't like dogs, Lieutenant? - I liked this one.

Turned out to be a traitor.

This is an animal! How could you hurt it?

I wondered if you could handle a Polish thug.

The dog's a prisoner, like me.

Are you Russian or Polish?

See? Barks in Polish.

Congrats on your escape. Beautiful.

Shitty, though.

Unfortunately, no anaesthetic.

They don't give it to us for such minor procedures.

Just make me a nice stitch. It's my face, after all.

Don't worry. Thirty years of practice.

- Veterinarian? - Gynaecologist.

I'll give you a beautiful crotch stitch.

Only on your face.

Comrade Lavrentiy Pavlovich.

This is not a parade, Vasily.

Why are you so serious?

Or maybe it's true what they say?

That you've become a malcontent.

Who says that?

The same people who claim you work for the Gestapo.

You're the one who sent me to Berlin.

Relax, Vasily.

I'm just joking.

I trust you, Vasya.

No one could handle these Poles better than you.

Let's drink.

Just remember how much hangs on the success of your mission.

I don't envy you.

Let's drink.

Attention! Due to recent events, a new rule is now in force.

Any attempt to escape will be punishable by death.

You can go about your business.

Really?

Don't you believe me?

Go complain to the major.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, sir.

Well, well, well.

- You're still alive. - I'm sorry, I think I disappointed you.

- Don't you have anyone to live for? - Of course, I do.

Then sit on your ass and wait patiently.

Sooner or later, they'll let us all go.

I dare say I doubt it.

I had my doubts, too, but apparently, we were both wrong.

Here you go.

They let us write two cards a month.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

I'm glad because my husband must think I'm dead.

Is it shit that I'm smelling?

No...

I can't smell anything.

Lieutenant?

No. He's clean.

Do you know how many people wanted your bunk?

We chased them all away!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Don't get up.

Who?

Now I know why they didn't kill you.

The major picked a great piece.

A big hand to him!

Love will forgive you everything

It will turn your sorrow into laughter

Love gives such beautiful excuses

To betray, lie, and sin

Even if you cursed it in despair

Saying it's cruel and evil

Love will forgive you everything

Because love, my dear, is me

If you love as hard as me...

You never said you could sing.

There's much to learn about me.

Help them.

Here he is! Our Pawel Lubinski!

Hands off. You need to protect them.

So the famous Grabowski is you?

The concert was first class.

- She deserves praise for that. - True.

I'd like your autograph.

For posterity.

To that end, I let you smell my feet every night.

If only I could cash in on that odour...

I don't think you realise how important you are to them.

What kind of treasure you are.

Recruiting an artist like you

is like winning a global propaganda mouthpiece.

Do you realise that?

What about you?

You walk around, count stuff, make notes.

Who are you?

What kind of propaganda mouthpiece?

No mouthpiece.

Tell us.

Did you win some Chopin competition, too?

Last year, I was nominated for the Nobel Prize in math.

Oh yeah? Who nominated you?

Nobel's wife?

Don't get too interested.

Give me back my dog.

Run along, or I'll chase you off.

I'm asking for the last time: where's my dog?

Tough guy!

Want your dog?

Here it is.

We had it for dinner.

Kid!

These are rabbit bones.

The pilots caught it at night.

You think Shitlin would like such a snack?

Who knows?

It's a Polish dog.

It might not fancy a Russian rabbit.

You have to ask it.

Polish or Russian, no matter.

A dog is a dog.

For you.

Take it, Lieutenant.

The little brat could change his mind.

Close the door!

Damn!

Alright.

First finger...

First finger.

Damn!

- Traitor. - Traitor!

- So the professor signed. - Free transfer to Moscow.

- Fucking traitor! - Maybe he had his reasons.

What are you saying?

You think I don't have a family?

I'll never let these fuckers turn me around.

That deserves a beheading.

We'll see who's next, boys.

- Nice, Mr Grabowski. - What a wonderful friendship.

Bravo.

What do you want?

What are the two of you up to?

You're like good old friends.

You know what...

Go fuck yourselves.

All of you.

Grabowski!

Not so fast, buddy! That's my letter!

- This is my name! - Says here: Grabowski!

I'm Grabowski, too!

- Zygmunt. - Comrades, don't stand around here.

Hold on!

Aren't you the famous Grabowski who almost broke out?

Almost, so it doesn't count.

It's an honour to meet you, Lieutenant.

I tell people not to mess with the Grabowskis.

I'll keep the letter.

- Gornicki! - Mine!

Gorski!

Grabarczuk!

Grabiecki!

Grabinski!

Gruszczynski!

Hacinski!

Haladzinski!

- Hamier! - Here.

Christmas Eve fundraiser. What you can spare.

Generous!

Go on.

What the foreign force Has taken from us

We shall with sabre retrieve

March, march, Dabrowski

From Italy to Poland

Under your command

We shall rejoin the nation

March, march, Dabrowski

From Italy to Poland

Under your command

We shall rejoin the nation

Please have a seat.

Give me a second.

SENDER: ZOFIA GRABOWSKA WARSAW, 12 ROZANA ST.

I finally got a copy of your thesis.

The reviews are very favourable.

- How old were you when you wrote it? - Twenty-seven.

Twenty-seven?

A precocious genius, right?

I wouldn't go that far.

You are far too modest.

Almost like home, right?

Exactly.

Can you imagine Christmas without a Christmas tree?

To those at sea!

And in the mountains!

To as many landings as takeoffs.

I'll tell you something, but promise you won't go crazy.

I saw your daughter's letter on Zarubin's desk.

Where were our allies?

Where were England and France

when Poland was attacked?

Have you seen even a single Allied soldier?

Certainly nowhere near our borders.

I, on the other hand, met comrades from the Red Army.

Instead of kidding around,

maybe you should read a little.

Educate yourself about the new world

and what it will look like.

Comrades!

There's no sense in clinging to conservative ideology.

I must admit that you are right, Comrade.

I'm not sure if my comrades agree,

but we can really use these papers.

For wiping our asses.

Here you go.

- Mr Gasienica. - Thank you.

There's enough for everyone.

Gasienica! Waszkiewicz! Tucholski! Sobolewski!

And Grabowski! Let's go! Move it!

Unload the truck!

Grab the other one.

Move it!

To Comrade Zarubin's health!

- Some music! - Bottoms up!

And another round!

Tanya?

- Where are you off to? - I have to go...

Of course.

But first, a toast!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

And a nightcap...

- Cheers! - Cheers.

Thank you.

Tanya!

Wait.

Come on.

Stop it!

Over there.

Careful, don't drown.

You disappeared without a word.

There's a war on, for God's sake!

I was drafted straight from a concert.

- Where's Zosia? - Safe, with grandma.

You'd disappeared before.

I kept wondering what had happened.

How many times do I have to apologise?

I thought you were dead.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

All I have to do is sign.

And I'll be out of here.

Would you be able to live with that?

I want to get back to you.

It's not worth it if you can't look yourself in the eye.

What about you and Zosia?

We'll manage.

Just don't try anything crazy.

To be honest, you are safest here.

All she dreams about is going to Paris with you again.

I have to go.

Promise you won't do anything stupid.

I have to go.

Tell Zosia how much I love her.

Move on!

What did they offer you, Mr Stein?

Nuclear fission research.

They're recruiting mathematicians and physicists.

- Tempting. - And you?

The same.

- And you, Lieutenant? - A post in the Soviet Writers' Union.

If I write a beautiful poem. About Stalin, obviously.

And a flat.

And you, Lieutenant?

A wonderful life in New York.

They don't fuck around.

Funny, they didn't offer for to let us return home to our families.

I'd sign that instantly.

You won't believe it, gentlemen.

Mr Janek?

They're letting me go.

I wanted to say goodbye.

- Have they bought you? - God forbid.

Hitler remembered the Silesians.

I'm going under German occupation.

I wanted to say goodbye, cousin, and wish you luck.

Come, I have a parting gift.

You promise to escape?

The tunnel is ready.

What tunnel?

In solitary, by the wall.

It still needs a few weeks of work,

but I have a map and the guards' schedule.

One of them is on the take. He takes out the soil.

You just need to get to solitary, finish the tunnel, and run.

Good luck.

What is it?

Damn fool. You want to die?

Comrade Tseitlin!

- You're dead, scum! - Zarubin said no!

So what?

- You'll rot in solitary, you lout! - Sasha...

Leave him alone, you hear?!

Sashka...

Give it back.

Pick up the camera! Now!

Take my photo!

- Father's orders! - Get the camera!

We'll take a photo of the three of us.

Me, you, and Shitlin.

I can take out the soil after my shift.

Have it ready.

I'll leave the sacks by the tunnel entrance.

Now, the main thing. Got the money?

Sure.

I have a plan.

I'll share it with you.

We inherited a tunnel from my cousin.

So, we're breaking out?

Here.

Once wasn't enough for you?

I'm sorry.

Lavrentiy Pavlovich.

- When did he sign it? - This morning.

If I had another month...

It's already done.

You are a perfectionist, and I know you did your best.

They have that fucking resistance in their blood.

Whatever I offered them: fame, freedom, wealth,

it made no difference whatsoever.

Poles...

If they don't have the self-preservation instinct

to survive in the new world,

they will be of no use to us.

You are like the angel of death.

You appear suddenly, in the middle of the night...

Well said, I like it.

Blood will be shed.

It will be on your hands, Vasily.

- Come on! - Pass it!

- Not all at once! - Stop him!

Pass it!

Oh no!

Job transfer.

I'll be living with my grandma now.

I understand.

Promise you'll take care of Shitlin.

I promise. Don't worry.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye!

It's started. There's a list. We're going home!

There's a list!

Let me see!

I say stick to the plan and break out.

Me too. I don't trust these fuckers.

Why would they say we're going home?

- They could kill us right here. - Right.

Maybe it would be wiser to wait.

See what happens.

We don't know the details.

Are they letting out everyone or just some of us?

- We don't know what to expect. - Okay, let's vote.

Who is for trusting the Russians,

and who is for the tunnel?

Well...

Now we know what to do.

FOR ZOSIA

- Papers. Name? - Uszynski.

Next!

- Papers. Name? - Lipski.

Poplawski.

Well...

This calls for a celebration.

I took some.

Gentlemen... and lady.

Looks like we're headed west!

Let's dance Though I'm out of breath

Take me in your arms

'Cause it's my last dance

Gentlemen!

Today is my birthday.

But... we have nothing to drink!

Happy birthday!

Dear doctor!

A toast to me!

Cheers to you!

You didn't say anything.

- Happy birthday! - Thank you.

Stein!

What are you up to now?

You could finally relax.

- Have some fun with us. - We haven't reached home yet.

- Come on. - These are my notes for posterity.

I'll publish a book

and describe how you all messed with my head.

You'll see.

Come here!

Cheers.

To Zarubin.

Vasily Mikhailovich Zarubin.

Yes.

Grabowski Karol.

Something wrong with your fucking train?

Captain, we've been officially released, and we're going home.

Where are you taking us?

Home.

You're going home.

Start moving!

Your name?

Janina Lewandowska.

- Name? - Antoni Tucholski.

Stanislaw Gidaszewski.

Name?

Leon Stein.

- Name? - Piotr Nowak.

Are you saying that you are not Karol Grabowski?

Zyga Grabowski.

I mean, Zygmunt Grabowski. Karol stayed at the camp.

How can that be? I just have Karol Grabowski on the list.

You must've known this pianist, Grabowski, well.

I was surprised that such a star wanted to be friends with me.

Connect me with Kozelsk right away.

- Preferably with Zarubin himself. - Yes, sir.

Put me in touch with the Polish mission.

I'm a prisoner of war. There's a war.

What war?

We are not at war with you.

We are just talking.

Comrade Major, Major Zarubin has already left the camp.

The records say there were three Grabowskis in the camp.

They don't know which is which.

What difference does it make?

Take him away.

Let's go.

- Give me your watch. - I don't have one.

Show me your pockets.

You won't need your insignia.

Fuck, how much longer do I have to wait?

Open up! Come out at once!

Open up!

Stop!

Stop! We won't harm you!

In 1940, Russians secretly murdered more than 22,000 members of the Polish intelligentsia.

For half a century, Russia tried to convince the world

that the crime had been committed by the Germans.

In 1941, despite the failure of his mission to recruit Poles,

Vasily Zarubin became the chief Russian agent in Washington.

Today, Russia again seeks to distort the history of this genocide

and to destroy the memorial sites of its victims.

This film is dedicated to all the victims of Russian atrocities.