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WRITTEN BY

CINEMATOGRAPHY

DIRECTED BY

SECRET WARS

We've war threatening the state's safety.

There are no humans now, just the enemy.

"I took the body to the forest." Sign it.

Why can't you remember?

- Relationship with father: good? - Yes.

Why did you join Internal Security?

To learn how to kill my father and not get caught.

- What happened there? - I want a baby.

Kiss it before dying, you won't go to hell.

If you've even a tiny spark of will to get out,

God will get you out.

Tumours can be shrunk, but I'd get my papers in order.

- This is Szymek. - I don't know what to say.

Polish counterintelligence doesn't exist.

It's a coup d'état.

How will you do it? You can hardly stand.

I'll do it.

Yes?

I got up here. Maybe I should jump?

I got a tumour. I don't want to be a problem.

Fate. You can't get away.

What if you break something and survive?

That would suck. I won't be able to kill myself.

I feel dizzy.

Will you give me water and let me go down the stairs?

- Get in. - Thanks.

I came to get you a suicide.

D.A. wasn't surprised about his feet touching the floor.

He said the hanged body stretched a few inches.

He said it was suicide.

Go to the media, feed them conflicting information.

He was found in his office. Most likely, he had an affair...

- He had a stroke at party HQ. - He hanged himself because of debts.

He used cable from a lamp.

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned..."

And then you start from the worst.

"I regret it all

and I ask you, father, for penance and absolution."

"Father"? Fuck that...

Thomas?

- Do you want to believe? - Yes, but not to practise.

It's like saying you're a cyclist, but don't ride a bike.

Or that you're alive, but not breathing.

- Do your children believe? - My wife got Asia baptised.

I wanted her to decide for herself, at 18.

You shouldn't have taught her to speak.

Maybe she wanted to use Chinese, not Polish.

Did you send her to kindergarten? Teach her to eat?

Was christening the only thing she ought to decide ?

OK, I want to confess. What priest should I pick?

An experienced one.

I haven't been to confession. I offended God with the following:

- On Friday, I killed a man... - Speak up.

I killed, I tortured, I falsified evidence...

Do you masturbate?

Yes.

Masturbation is wrong: it's sexual

but doesn't lead to conception.

What was that?!

He was too old. He turns people away from the Church.

Whether he heard me or not, he absolved me.

- I'm on good terms with Higher Powers. - What "Powers"? Jesus Christ?

Fucking yes.

Then say it.

Or are you ashamed?

With Jesus.

So what did He change? Will you leave your job?

Once you're in, there's no way out.

I'll leave that job in a box.

So you haven't made peace with God.

Where's the tumour?

On my pancreas. 12 cm.

I can't see a thing in here.

Sweetie, the tumour's gone! Listen: "The test was done with..."

What the fuck?!

Get out!

"Test done with old equipment, diagnostic value: limited."

What is this?

You want a better result, get nuclear tomography.

And now leave.

I called you 19 times.

There's a boy, 3.5 years old.

Already?

We told them sex didn't matter, but our stories were about a boy.

They want to know whether to keep him.

His mother lost rights a year ago, his father, last month.

He's got minor problems but he gets on with kids and teachers.

I'll bring him in.

What's that?

They said to bring something he'll remember us by.

So I got this.

Weird...

What?

Knowing behind this door there's someone

you'll perhaps love for the rest of your life.

Staś, say hello.

I'll leave him with you. First contact: 15 minutes.

Hi, I'm Janusz.

This is Asia.

Let's play.

Maybe with a truck? Yes?

Let's pack it with cars. OK?

There you go: one car...

Do you know colours?

Really? Wow! So what's this one?

- Blue. - Super, great!

- And this one? - Green.

I can't believe it! High five!

Tell me what this colour is, and I'll drop dead!

- Pink. - I'm floored! Great.

I should've taken a pic, I can't remember him now.

- Like the colour of his eyes... - I don't know if he's my son.

How can he not be... Haven't you seen his dark hair?

Listen.

We'll meet him for 3 weeks, and then you'll decide. OK?

You still want to know how to kill your father and not get caught?

This is ABNIAT, a poison produced by GRU's biochemists.

Sprinkle a few drops onto the skin and they die.

It gets absorbed through the pores causing heart failure.

After 12 hours, it can't be traced.

I know how to find your father. He had a retinal haemorrhage.

But... experiences shape us.

Do you know how this one can change you?

Test yourself.

How?

The TV in the Climber's study froze at 1:15:04 pm

with the Prime Minister in the frame. It was due to a faulty decoder

but the politicians freaked out. They think it's a message:

the Prime Minister's going to be next.

We'll use it, play one side off against the other.

Their fight will speed up the elections. We'll place our man at the top.

A man nicknamed "Broadcaster" wants to sponsor the Catholic Right.

He's an Iraqi with a Polish passport. He buys 50% of Polish grain.

He poses as a classy family man, but he's a rich spiv.

If our brave new Services did their work, they'd know

his father was a jeweller who made gold pistols for Saddam Hussain,

and our hero did time for smuggling uranium.

It sounds unreal, but he runs Polish agricultural politics.

Every month he leaves his family and goes East,

to shag whores with his ex-commando security guard.

Kill him in Riga, they don't do autopsies.

You'll fly different routes. Buy clothes at international airports.

Keep the bills and prepare details of a backstory.

Check in using IDs of different nationalities.

- Hello! - Good morning.

Booking 1365, business package.

- Ms. Alisia Sevchenko? - Yes.

I'm Vera Sevchenko. I'm putting together our family tree.

- The Denyburg Sevchenkos? - No, the Lipava ones.

So do you know Yevgen?

This is a 5-star hotel. It's none of your business.

I'm sorry.

He's so strung out, he doesn't eat or drink at the hotel.

Goes to a different place every time.

Close the club for us!

- We won't. - I'm telling you: you will.

- We can't. - Here's 20K dollars.

Guys, Dima! We're closing!

Get out, we're closing.

We could poison his nose drops, but he never lets go of it.

Allah's not looking, he can have a sniff.

- If they check out, we're fucked. - They're up since yesterday.

I know how to do it.

Stinkers, they don't brush.

- Leave me alone! - Oh, come on!

- Fuck off! - Fuck...

What happened?

Stop her.

Open!

Boss...!

Fuck!

We had to put her on a respirator.

She can't breathe on her own anymore.

Officially, your operation was illegal.

You weren't supervised, innocent people could die.

It's better if they don't, but during war it's inevitable.

- Was there an antidote? - You feel sorry for the guard?

No, he fucking knew why he was there.

So?

The cleaner left two small kids.

Sometimes the only thing we can do is watch.

Throw it, throw! Now - chase me!

Done! Now watch out...

Watch out!

I wanted to take him out, but until we get him, he has to stay here.

Let's take a picture.

Who is this?

Me.

And this?

Mummy.

And this?

Uncle Daddy.

To manipulate the plebs, let in two loonies of opposing views.

Even if one of them makes sense, no one will dare repeat it.

Anybody with a brain will see through this.

Which excludes half the main news' audience.

Who is the biggest loony?

Dickhead, three times fucked:

fucking bad speaker, fucking stupid and fucking ugly.

Even the church crowd hates him.

He had coffee in Latvia and suffered heart failure?

- After what? - After a coffee.

Maybe it was too strong?

Who's next?

I didn't know he died, but if it's true, I am not sorry.

Aren't you surprised he had a heart attack?

- How old was he? - 55.

Well, there you go.

- What do I need a smoking jacket for? - I'll hire one for you.

It's all hanging off me.

- They'll adjust it. - Daddy looks dapper.

- Like a dressed up cadaver. - Stop it.

Go for a tan and you'll be fine.

Come in.

- You've got a guest. - Let my friend in.

In you go.

You've got reasons to celebrate.

- I don't know you. - I knew your colleague.

- Which one? - The one that's not coming.

Who are you?

I benefited from your friendship with him.

I've no idea what you're talking about.

I think you do.

You need to know it doesn't end with his death.

I've got to go.

Go ahead.

Leave, and you'll be just a worm on the highway.

You can wiggle and squirm,

but you'll be guaranteed to get run over.

"A highway"?

Internal Security will get a time line of your operations.

It'll prove that you started it in this room.

Who are you?

A weatherman...

trying to see into the future.

I see two options: you're from GRU or from CIA.

In terms of digestive tract, your country's around the anus.

You see what gets out.

Your colleague told you to make X number of moves

to change the government and become a new boss of the Services.

It's not going to happen.

Because...?

Because I don't care who governs now, but who will in 5 years.

What do you want from me?

To do what I ask.

Do it, and you'll be free.

And nobody will know.

General, sir?

You don't remember me.

I worked for MIS, Krakow division.

Counterintelligence for the Russian Federation.

We've only met once! What a memory you have...

How's life?

My wife and I came to Warsaw looking for work. It's not easy.

I'm a security guard in this supermarket.

I had two heart attacks,

so I saw the other side.

Did you? And how was it? I'm thinking about it...

After he died, Polish Cereal S.A. shares went up...

Will it become a new leader on the grain market?

It's all because of the new tariffs.

For 48 hours, there was no import tax on Polish grain.

Polish Cereal S.A. must have known about it.

They brought millions of tonnes of grain from the East.

POLISH CEREAL S.A.

The office was left yesterday. We'll clean it by Friday.

If you want to rent it, do get in touch.

Fuckers! You know I love you, but I've a responsible job...

I'm a general.

They lied. This is the end. You know I love you.

I'm sorry.

- Miss Ola. - I won't do what they want.

Tell her I left something for her in the wall.

Companies he helped obtain industrial security certificates.

We killed off their competition.

After the MP's death, the Coal Union won the tender for coal sales.

They stored the coal, used it as a security against the loan of...

720,000,000.

They sold the goods and filed for bankruptcy. Didn't pay the mines.

The Grass didn't have a list of MIS agents.

But he didn't want to give up running the city's shopping malls.

After he died, W Property took over and raised the rent by 1000%.

The traders who couldn't pay lost their goods.

MWR Development changed the status of the abbey's farmland,

increasing the value of the land by 230 million in one day.

The Climber didn't want to grass on you, but on other MIS officers.

Romek wouldn't have taped us.

Fuck knows who we worked for.

What are you doing here?

Men scare me.

So you broke in?

When I was 7, my father ordered a bookshelf.

He made the joiner alter it. For 8 years.

He hung live chickens in a shed and told me to shoot them.

If I missed, he told my mother to chain me to a dog house.

It was sick. And yes, I gave you GHB, but no harm was done,

so you could answer your fucking phone.

I don't even know how to pay the bills...

Sweetheart, it's OK, I'll take care of it.

OK, I'll leave.

I absolve you...

Shouldn't I at least kneel down?

Go on.

I absolve you, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Our Lord has forgiven you your sins, go in peace.

That's all.

You're sure?

We gave you a radioactive isotope. If there's a tumour, it'll glow.

- How do you feel? - Like Maria Skłodowska-Curie.

Get on with it, I may pop my clogs by the time you finish.

You've got the all clear.

Can you repeat that?

You are clear, from an oncology point of view.

After the chemo, the tumour shrank by half. It's inactive.

We'll think of what to do with it, but after the wedding. When is it?

In 27 days.

If you hadn't come to see me when you did,

today, you'd be somewhere you don't want to be.

At least you got your papers in order.

And my teeth done.

Out you get.

- Congratulations, we're back at work. - Who are you?

Call me Piotrek. I'm your new case officer.

- Who taped us? - Can't remember.

We'll make sure your actions will never be revealed.

What happens now?

Nothing. Bread will get more expensive?

I'll never do it again.

You won't be a patriot, you'll be a mercenary. See you tomorrow at noon.

The army I joined had principles.

My dad told me that general Jaruzelski spoke about it.

He was invited to a celebration by one of the regiments,

and one of the generals served him a tee-total lunch.

He said: Comrade General, no vodka, as per principles!

And you know how Jaruzelski replied?

"Principles are for fools."

He was a great man who made history.

We don't make it.

We only touch history for a brief moment.

I looked at my ID and realised I'm old.

If we're to get together, let's not play games.

Either you move in, or you don't.

You've got 24 hours to make up your mind.

Let the kid go, or you two will never wake up again.

You cured him, you're a good psychiatrist.

I was authorised to give your son his life back,

and guarantee a life free of fear.

Traffic was fucking bad, you can't get through Warsaw!

The others aren't in yet?

- When did you get in? - 31 years ago.

- Why do you need all that cash? - For my hair and beautician.

- Why can't you go like this? - Szymek, I'm an actress.

I won't go to my wedding like a cheap tart.

- "Actress"? You're shit! - Pardon. . .?

Stop it.

Are we going?

Daddy, he should've punched his lights out!

He will never defend me! I don't want to marry him.

You were right.

Being right cost me a camper van

and a wedding reception we won't attend.

Tell me, 'cause I can't get my head round it:

you pressed for that wedding, in spite of everything.

Did you do it so that I'd survive?

'Cause I can't make sense of it otherwise.

To motivate daddy to fight the tumour?

I never even thought of it.

But maybe - yes?

You were right, then. 'Cause I'm alive.

I survived cancer,

survived my girl's wedding,

I'll survive a divorce. All in one year.

If they didn't get married in church, it can all be called off.

Guinness Record of the film industry:

Mateusz Damiecki, lasted 8 months.

You did one day.

You can be number one.

Janusz, we've got the decision: we can take Staś home! Hallo?

- How's my Ms. Doctor? - Monitoring her patient.

He's fine.

I am a bit concerned about the growth... that it stayed.

I want you to go for ordinary tomography.

Why? The nuclear one showed nothing!

Some tumours don't glow in PET...

- What should I dress Staś in? - Everything, you get him naked.

Janusz, give me the clothes.

He'll get a cold.

Look...

this is your new room,

with toys and cars.

And you won't give me back?

No, never.

Play on your own now, I'll get your things.

I'm happy it took so long. Now I know he's my son.

And I don't.

What?!

I don't know who I am.

I wake up and wonder what my name is.

I joined the army, 'cause I felt needed.

I consciously agreed to kill.

I wanted to give a life to a kid, give him some values.

I will not be a good father.

What are you fucking on...?

I'm sorry.

To you. A courier.

Is my kitty here? Meow, meow... Kitty?

Give me a hug. Give me your hand and your foot. . .

Meow, meow...

My tiny little head... I love you.

Meow, meow... Hugs...

Meow...

Subtitles: Master Film Translation: Anna Lidderdale