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TIME OF HONOR
IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE - You work for us,
and I promise to get your sister out.
Sikorski doesn't trust the locals I'm to be his inspector.
- Why me? - You've got a clean slate.
If you love her, forget about her.
- They're in the ghetto. - In the ghetto?
It's not my fault. Your father was Jewish, not mine.
You'll organize a unit counterfeiting IDs, stamps.
You'll be carrying out death sentences on traitors.
- Give them my love. - I will.
Run! It's a round-up!
THE OATH Episode 4
- Finally we're getting back. - At whom?
The Krauts!
There was a regular battle in Zoliborz, a neighbor told me.
The Krauts raided a radio station, but our guys
started shooting back. Killed two and got away.
I bet it's those guys from England. Like those who killed
-that actor, Igo Sym. - From England?
Haven't you heard? Our army in England drops trained men.
The Krauts are shitting their pants.
- You're still polishing that bit? - Yes.
Lunch.
What are you all dressed up for?
Me;
- Going somewhere? - No, why?
How's the work?
He's been polishing this bit for an hour.
- Grandpa, he's thorough. - Thanks...
but your grandpa's right. It's not my thing.
- What did you do before the war? - No more questions. Let's eat.
Uncle will be a railway man, just like Dad!
Quiet, Kazia!
Let the glue harden.
- Well? - It'll do, I guess.
- Something wrong? - The face.
But generally - not bad.
- Do I look like a railway man? - Sure.
Right, Edek? So handsome... A sight for sore eyes.
Learn the timetable.
- By heart. - Go.
- What is it with? - Lard.
Your wife is a real pearl.
See you.
Take care.
- You play checkers? - A bit.
I challenge you,
-after work. - It'll be a pleasure.
Away from the kid.
- Finally. - You try too hard for them.
I always do my job properly.
Excuse me...
- Could I get a clean towel? - Take the brown one, from the cabinet.
Thanks.
- It's Bronek's. - It's just a towel.
- To you. - I don't understand.
- What? - Why's Karol here?
- Is it a problem? - No,
but a man shouldn't move in with a woman.
- Unless... - We're not back together.
- No? - No. It's something else.
- What? - Quit asking!
Your instructions for the coming month.
- Thanks for granting my request. - What request?
I wanted to have my younger son with me.
I don't know about any requests.
He was assigned to your unit according to the needs.
Of course.
And the older one?
I don't need the details... but is he in Warsaw?
I'm afraid we've lost contact with him.
Good bye.
Wanda?
- Yes? - Is something wrong?
- No, why? - I know you.
Maybe I can help?
I just wanted to say... I'll be back before curfew.
Bye, mom.
I want to make it very clear.
I'll never go back to you If you're counting on it...
I know.
You told me that a long time ago.
You're not my wife, but...
that doesn't mean that I don't miss you, that I'd forgotten...
Remember this?
My first premiere.
- You were happy- - Long ago.
That's my last premiere.
But the rose is not from me.
Any news of him?
- If he was alive he'd let you know. - Don't.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Get dressed, I've got a surprise for you.
- What surprise? - You'll see.
Dietel... Dietel...
Here. Herr Dietel.
There you are.
You look great in that photo. Like a pure Aryan.
So? I am a pure Aryan.
My point exactly. I rarely
come across such...
regular features. Like a true German.
- I am a true German. - My point exactly.
Would you mind if I hung you
outside, in the window? I'd really appreciate it.
- Alright. - Many thanks.
Morning.
May I help you]
I need 4 pictures for a Railway ID. Time is of the essence.
- Will tomorrow be OK? - Early morning.
In there.
Welcome.
- You look quite smart. - At least it's some uniform.
Have a seat.
- Go ahead. - Thanks.
Are you all set? The quarters are OK?
Yes, thank you. It's a happy family.
- Simple folk, but in love. - A rare thing indeed.
- I've got... - An assignment?
Don't be such a hot shot.
- You'll get a squad. - Great. -Don't interrupt.
Two men. And a woman.
It's a complicated situation, might be hard on you.
You see... they're siblings. A sister and two brothers.
- Where's the hard part? - Let me finish.
Until last week they served under a third brother.
He got killed in a operation gone bad.
- Gaining their trust won't be easy. - I'll do my best.
I believe so.
Don't give in to them.
- No private vendettas, understood? - Yes, sir.
Contacts and addresses. Memorize and destroy.
- I'm glad you're with us. - So am I, Colonel.
- You'd think there's no war. - Right.
I'll be right back.
- Hello. I need a table. - Number 3 is free.
- Expecting someone? - No.
Not any more.
Danka!
- I didn't know you work here - You look great.
- Stop it. - How've you been?
- Trying to survive. - You're together again?
- No. - What about Bronek?
He's dead.
- And Adam? - Died.
The tea is getting cold.
Sit down.
- Do you miss the theatre? - I do, but I won't act for Germans.
- I'll be right back. - It's great to see you.
You too.
- You didn't know? - Everyone's working,
-except me. Now I see it. - Oh, come on.
It's wartime.
You've got your chance. My offer still stands.
- I thought about it... - Wait.
First... what would you like to drink?
My God, the prices! 16 zl for Mocca cake?
- Mom makes 300 a month. - You're my guest.
- It's indecent, let's go. - Wait. We may be gone tomorrow.
- Let's not spoil this. - What will it be?
Two coffees and a Mocca cake. You've got sugar?
For you - always.
Now tell me.
I got a contact to the Prisoner's Assistance Committee,
but it's nothing special, so I'm listening.
- What Committee? - Prisoner's Assistance.
Parcels... nothing much.
No... It's a great idea.
- You think so? - Yes! Listen...
Get in touch with that Committee.
Have you heard? They took almost 20 Polish actors,
-even Jaracz. - I heard.
We've got to retaliate. When will we get the assignments?
We got them. Counterintelligence unit.
- You'll be my right hand. - Together, again.
Any complaints, lieutenant?
No, major. I'm happy-
And Wladek?
He'll be fine.
As military men, do you...
I won't pretend I haven't guessed. We're not strangers,
- I can ask for an opinion - On what?
When do you expect the war to end?
- It'll be over in Autumn. - I wouldn't be
as sure as... my colleague.
- It'll take time. - But not until next winter?
Although we're glad to have you with us.
One more thing.
I forbid you to do any work in this house.
Promise it won't happen again.
On my part, you have my word.
- And you? - Colleague?
I don't like idleness, unlike my colleague,
but if it's your wish...
Hello.
- This is Krystyna. - Nice to meet you.
Let's go.
Excuse me.
- Roman. - Nice to meet you.
I see you've made yourself at home.
- I want to start as soon as possible. - It'll be along night.
- For tomorrow. - What's this?
A night pass. A sample, and the name.
- Sure. I'll try. - You'll do it.
- A forger like you... - OK.
Get to work. Bye.
Get to work. Bye.
- Would you do me a favor? - Take a message?
No...
- I'm looking for someone. - Everyone is.
In the ghetto. I don't know if they're alive.
- Is it Resistance related? - No, private.
- I'm sorry, I'm just a courier. - Wait.
Wozniak!
I'll beina minute.
Morning, cap... Karol.
I'm sorry. What are you doing here?
What are you doing?
Working for a Volksdeutscher.
The pay's good, up to 10 zlotys per day.
- That's good? - Plus potatoes once a month,
-bean, even meat. - Don't lie to me.
The potatoes are dry, 50 g of beans and the meat...
-150 g, and stinks. - Leave those bricks.
- It's a job. - I need someone I can trust.
- Is it about business? - Coming?
You! What's with the talking?
Move it!
- You move it. - You're fired!
- Can I have a word? - I have to operate, what's up?
I want to join that Prisoner's Assistance Committee.
Great. You'll be very useful.
- Where are you off to? - For a walk, to stretch my legs.
- You're impossible. - I'll improve, a baker's word.
Alright. Like children.
I'm glad to see you in good shape. Come tomorrow.
Right.
But then they pulled down our house.
Mother moved to the country, and I picked up the job.
And you? Some big business?
- In a way. - You never fail.
The gas mask deal was a masterpiece.
- They lost the war anyway. - Anything else?
- No, thanks. I'm full. - A glass of vodka?
- With you - always. -2 vodkas.
You're on the roll.
You could be, too.
Gold? Currency?
- Because I'm broke. - Is business with the Germans wrong?
Come on... It's the best business around.
- A truckload of coal... - It's not contraband.
- Then what? - Trade.
- Army supplies? - In a sense.
- Leather? - No. Information.
- I'll be backin an hour. - OK.
- I don't know anything. - Others do. We'll build a network.
- I'm just a military provider. - It's a no?
- I'll sleep on it - No.
It might be too much for me.
OK, forget about it. Lunch is on me, good luck.
Wait...
Sit down.
I've been around the block.
You told me, so I might not live to see tomorrow.
- A drink? - Two more vodkas.
- Can you give me a hand? - Sure.
- You'll have enough time? - Sure.
Godspeed.
I'm Czarny, your new commander.
- You need new nicks. - Why?
- We've had them all war. - Exactly.
It's an order. What will you be?
- Give us a few days. - There's no time for that.
I've got to report new nicks today. Goon
OK, I'll tell you.
You'll be Splinter. You, Stefan...
-and Fly. - Splinter?
- Why“Stefan"? - Too bad.
- Wavering has a price. - What do you mean?
- Nothing. - Our last operation?
He didn't say it. - He meant it.
Let's hear his objections.
I've got none. I'd like to know what happened.
It's in the report.
Excuse me...
- You've just left the ghetto - I did.
- What is it like? - Can't you tell?
Or worse.
- The sermon was great. - Professor...
Your band.
Remember that writer,
- Wolski? - Sure. Something wrong?
No. He got out of the ghetto, with hisfamily.
Legally.
He wrote appeals until the Germans
admitted that the Wolskis aren't Jewish. Just like you.
Only his father was Jewish, so they don't belong in the ghetto.
It's a chance for you as well.
I'll be praying for you. Godspeed.
See? Not all is lost.
I'll be in touch.That's it.
I'll be right with you.
Yes?
I wanted to tell you that Fly is fine by me.
I'm glad. Scram.
- Is that how you treat your people? - How?
Looking down at them. You won't win this war alone.
I'll think about it,
but your brothers...
Why are they so... cocky?
They know Andrzej died because of us.
What?
The operation was botched.
Don't tell anyone, OK? See you.
I knew there had to be a way out.
I never lost faith. That's right.
I'll quit the art lessons. Why waste money?
It'll take time.
Everything stays the same, and not a word to anyone.
You're so gullible... Do you really believe Wolski
did it legally?You buy
what the padre said? Wolski greased to get out.
- What is this lingo? - Too much Jewish company.
Oh, yeah?
And you're the better sort?
What? Your Janek probably wouldn't want to know us.
I'll file the appeal tomorrow.
We fly to thy patronage, 0, Holy Mother of God.
Despise not our petitions in our necessities...
Move.
- Commend us to your Son. - Interrogation, come on!
Hi, Miserables!
Excuse me, I didn't know you had a distinguished guest.
- Mr. Janek Kopytko lives here. - I took an employee.
Kopytko? They couldn't find a better name?
- Kamil... - I got it after my parents.
Your parents? And I've got a tram here.
- None of your business. - Sure. Call yourself what you like.
- Turnip pancakes? Gross. - Got anything better?
My heart goes out for you.
Straight from Pigtown,
-former Karczew. - That's where you've been?
Business, pops. In the ghetto too.
Put this away, and take the potatoes.
Business in the ghetto?
Am I asking about your real name?
- Where did you get the gun? - It wasn't mine.
I did it to save the kid.
- For the last time... - I'm telling the truth.
As you wish. Rappke, interrogate the prisoner.
- Do the best you can. - Yes, sir!
Karol!
- Bernard, hi! - It's been a while.
- How are you? - Back from London,
on a mission. An important one.
I need your help.
Come. Let's talk in the vestry.
You're tough. A sportsman.
What did you practice?
Boxing.
Really?
What category?
- Featherweight. - I was bantam. 10 years ago.
We've got time.
Be a gentleman.
Drop it! on the ground!
Drop it. Drop it!
This one, too?
I've been looking for you.
- For what purpose? - Business.
Now you're talking. Go on.
- Can you keep a secret? - Listen...
my dead parents thought I'd be a girl named Secret.
- I need to find someone. In the ghetto. - The ghetto? A fiancée?
- How did you know? - I've been around.
- What's the one and only's name? - Lena Sajkowska.
- What's the one and only's name? - Lena Sajkowska.
I'll remember.
Thanks.
You didn't want German music? We'll play a different game.
Enter.
- Black or white? - White.
There you go.
Don't wake Kazia.
- It's great she can use your room. - Mine...
Pour us a glass, will you?
Don't worry. Bad luck at cards means luck at love.
- And vice-versa? - No. That's not my case.
Stop it, I'll spill.
Cheers.
Excellent.
Don't stay up late.
- It's a waste of light. - I'll get you...
Yes!
Going out?
Haven't you heard there's a curfew in Warsaw?
- I've got a night pass. - Really?
- My respect for you deepens. - I'm glad.
It won't rain.
Still used to London weather.
London? Why!
Whatever.
"I swear not to reveal our cause to the enemy..."
I swear not to reveal our cause to the enemy...
even at the highest cost So help me God."
even at the highest cost So help me God.
Say your prayers now, 'cause I'll be back tomorrow morning!
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
- No need to thank me. - I'm not doing it for money.
Booze is on me today.
- I have to disappear. - What now?
I knew he'd get you into something.
Hands up!
- Are we Poles or Jews? - Poles. - So what are we doing here?
- You've got a job. - I dreamt of you last night!
Wladek disappeared. We've been looking for him.
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