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"The boxing match between Jakub Szapiro and Andrzej Ziembiński

should be considered the main sports event of this year.

This will be the final match of the former. "

Even if you returned home ugly, remember that love is blind.

Down with the Yids!

And who rules Poland?

- Traitors. - That too.

But above all, Poland is ruled by old farts.

Let's chase them out.

We have to ceaselessly stand up against fascism!

Down with fascism!

The cocaine, it's a no go.

Buddy promised.

No discussion.

Got it?

There's another problem. Bernsztajn.

He borrowed Polish money.

And went broke.

What would you do in my place?

He killed my father.

I would get revenge.

Are you feeling all right?

What did you say?

I asked if you were all right.

Yes.

Of course.

Need anything else?

Cigarettes.

You smoke too much.

I didn't sleep well.

I'll be back soon.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Who are you looking for?

Mr Adam Meier?

You're from Poland.

- My wife stepped out, so... - You don't recognise me?

No.

Sorry, but no.

I'm from Yad Vashem. From Jerusalem.

That's how I found you. We're reviewing a case.

Remember her?

Stanisława Tabaczyńska.

There's a request to grant her the Righteous status.

She saved people during the war.

Can we talk?

It won't take more than half an hour.

Come in.

Take a seat.

Your name wasn't always Meier, was it?

Are you from Yad Vashem or the Mossad?

It's important.

If you know already, why do you ask?

Many people changed their names. Nothing unusual.

So...

my name is Moyshe Bernsztajn.

THE KING OF WARSAW

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

Get in, it's cold.

Ever slept in the street?

They'll rob and fuck your ass!

And kill you!

You'll die tonight!

Dammit, come on, enter.

Come on.

Just be...

quiet.

Sleep on the... fuck!

Louder or you won't wake up the boys!

I had no choice, really.

I have nowhere to go, madam.

Back to bed!

There's a blanket in the parlour.

It won't bring your father back.

Breakfast's ready!

No running, must I repeat myself? Sit, you two!

- Packed for school? - Yes.

Eat up and off you go.

Poland needs unity.

Only a strong, united nation

can face imminent dangers.

The world view of every Pole has to be

focused on Poland.

Go on, colonel.

In the face of possible war,

any class or world-view divisions are out of the question.

That's why I call for

the banning of all political parties apart from...

The banning?

Well...

The point is to include members of all political parties

into the ranks of the National Unity party,

the only party of every Pole.

Communists too?

And Jews?

What do you intend to do with the Bund?

And Aguda?

Maybe we still have to think that through.

Anyhow, since Marshal Piłsudski's death,

there's only one person

who can be the exponent of the will of the nation and its symbol.

That person is...

Colonel!

I have no intention of introducing a fascist system here.

Prime Minister, you have to admit

that Chancellor Hitler's cabinet is restoring Germany's superpower status.

Gentlemen...

war is coming.

Poland will need one, strong centre of power,

which will be the symbol uniting all Poles.

Symbol.

I understand.

Thank you, marshal, for this undoubtedly interesting insight.

Thank you, colonel.

Anything else?

Gentlemen, I have here a map of Madagascar.

The concept is to settle the northern part of the island

with Orthodox Jews.

The central part of the island with those

who, let's say, intend to assimilate.

Let them assimilate right here.

And in the southern part... that we'll see.

They don't understand your greatness.

That only you can continue Piłsudski's work.

They don't, idiots.

Poland needs a chief of state.

One like Kościuszko, Piłsudski, like you, marshal.

A soldier and leader.

This can be done, like in May 1926.

Tempting.

I thought it over, marshal.

A coup is possible.

The nation is behind you.

All we need is...

Luck.

Men.

Marshal...

I have an idea if you'd have it.

To Poland.

To Poland.

England wants to create a Jewish state in Palestine.

We'd have our country.

- We'd be at home. - Aren't we now?

We talked about this.

Warsaw is for Poles, not Jews.

It belongs to Buddy Kaplica.

One day it will be belong to me, Jakub Szapiro.

We have no religion or nationality.

Kaplica isn't a Pole, I'm not a Jew.

Kaplica is Kaplica, and I am Jakub Szapiro.

Tell a goy you're not a Jew and he'll laugh.

Really? That goy can see me in the ring.

The final fight.

Maybe I could come and watch?

Not a chance.

Wives bring bad luck.

But I'm not your wife.

Let's go, all of Warsaw's waiting.

Why would I go there?

I'm nobody.

- I was nobody before I was born. - So was I.

Who told you that crap?

You know who.

Look at me.

Where am I from?

Like you, from poverty.

No one ever gave me anything.

I took everything myself.

Come on.

Would you like to have a drink with me, madam?

One shouldn't walk away in the middle of the fight!

Wait here.

Allow me to introduce myself. Jan Kaplica.

It's an honour to meet the king.

Dear madam, I'm just a humble union activist.

Humble union activist in a huge car.

Beautiful and smart.

You must drive men crazy.

We have a mixed crowd here today.

Damn straight!

It's an important match.

Here are the nationalist whores supporting the League,

although the League isn't pro-fascist.

That limp dick in the middle,

the fascist Bronisław Żwirski of the Phalanx.

The world needs him like a second asshole.

And here is our crowd.

The working class.

Dirtballs, troublemakers, like myself.

And where are the decent folk?

There's no such thing.

As Chief Piłsudski would say,

wonderful nation, just the people are whores.

And you prefer red whores.

Because their hearts are on the good side.

Will you sit with us?

Thank you, but I'm going to the nationalists.

And I'll watch my brother kick your kike's ass.

Perfect!

Leoś!

Get the lady a seat.

My respects!

- Worker glory. - Worker glory.

Feeling strong, sonny?

Show them who's the boss.

This is just sport.

Watch what you're saying.

This is politics, not sport.

It's everything, get it?

Have you seen what that hack Sokoliński has written?

Insulting a boxer of this calibre?

And why? Can you tell me?

Because he thinks he can.

Later, we'll pay him a visit.

So the limp dick knows his place.

We'll go make politics!

Did you bet a lot?

A lot.

You just knock that fascist out.

Ladies and gentlemen! It's time for our heavyweight fight!

In the left corner, representing League Warsaw, Andrzej Ziembiński!

In the right corner, representing Maccabi Warsaw,

Jakub Szapiro!

Szapiro, Szapiro!

Please, approach. Greet each other.

Greet each other.

Listen to my orders. Go to your corners.

Ziembiński!

You know the drill. First, take a step back.

Representing Maccabi, Jakub Szapiro,

the champ whose accomplishments are too many too mention,

and who needs no introduction in this city.

Wearing League colours, the heavyweight silver medallist

in this year's national championship,

Andrzej Ziembiński!

Szapiro is an experienced boxer.

Prudent footwork. The contestants are inspecting each other.

Szapiro attacks with a left, Ziembiński counters with a right hook.

Szapiro avoids it.

Keep your distance!

Right hook!

What did Szapiro do!

Bash the fascist's face in!

...rotation under Ziembiński's punch and an uppercut to his jaw!

Ziembiński clinches!

Lets go and hits Szapiro in the liver!

The bell ends the first round.

This round was yours! Very nice!

Look for his liver! Go for the upper body!

Speed up.

It's just the first round and he's already had enough.

Ziembiński counterattacks.

Hits the torso and delivers an uppercut to the jaw!

Szapiro's stunned, but he's shaking it off!

A brutal exchange. Szapiro hits the spot.

Ziembiński replies in kind and lands a powerful blow!

The contestants are tired, the smell of sweat is in the air.

Ziembiński counterattacks! He wants this too much!

Both contestants are tired, both are looking for a shot.

A right hook to Ziembiński's ribs!

And that's the end of round two!

Festering whores!

He got you, but keep calm.

Watch out for his right hand, just as I told you.

You want to win?

This is the last round of your life! Look at me! Focus!

Do you want them to remember you like this?

You want them to remember a loser?

This is your final round! He's fast!

Jump up to him and knock him out! It's the final round!

...Ziembiński presses on.

He is relentless.

The Maccabi contestant seems to be growing weaker.

He takes control.

The League contestant is hit again!

Ziembiński down on the canvas!

This is a knockout!

Szapiro puts Ziembiński down on the canvas!

Ziembiński is being counted out!

He's not moving!

What a victory!

Jakub Szapiro is the winner of the main fight of evening!

That's my boy!

May I have some more?

No, Jakub. It's for father.

Give me vodka!

Did you hear me?

- Give me vodka! - Give it to him, Jakub.

You deny your father?!

Don't you remember what the Vayikra says?

"Fear thy mother and thy father!"

Have you forgotten, you little snot?

Is this how you repay your father?

Is it?

You have to teach me that.

What?

Winning.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

A more important fight is coming.

It's time you showed up at the demonstrations.

If they see me, they'll kick me out of the club.

Leave us.

Nice to finally meet you.

I owe your brother so much.

He's the best man I have, and a good Pole.

You want to die for him? For this...

Anna...

Andrzej fears nothing.

He knows that there's more to our lives.

And it's the Poland of our dreams.

This isn't about boxing.

It's about our people and country.

Do you always bullshit like you're giving a speech?

It's a woman's right to be worried for her brother.

But a man has to understand the sweet glory

behind the sacrifice for his country.

Andrzej, give those fascists a rest.

We're not fascists, lady.

Only national radicals.

Andrzej, remember.

The organisation calls for you.

Glory to Great Poland.

Andrzej...

Father came?

Don't think about him now.

Come on.

Who's this?

This is...

young Bernsztajn.

He can cut it.

Nice boy.

What a waste.

Jump in.

Bernsztajn.

I knew your father.

Beautiful, right?

Ever ridden in a beauty like this?

You've probably never sat in a car, right?

And you think that all are so nice.

Even the president doesn't have one like this!

Now look.

Behold a wonder of technology!

You speak into this.

Here.

And everything you say is recorded.

Here, inside.

Wait.

Okay, boy...

Spring.

Say something.

- What? - What do you mean?

Whatever you want.

Just remember, it will stay forever.

Forever and ever, amen.

Just talk about your first day with us.

Closer.

I had white bread with butter for breakfast.

I drank cocoa.

Then I took a bath in a bathtub.

Then I helped Mr Jakub Szapiro

before the fight and in the ring.

Attaboy!

- Where are we going, boss? - To Gleichmut's.

Editor Sokoliński frequents there.

Now you'll see how the working class does politics.

Damn straight!

If you want love Bucharest's were you'll find it

If you want fun It's the city you should know

It's impossible, uncle.

How can they do such a thing?

A Jewish restaurant with treyf food?

In Vilnius it would be unthinkable!

What did I tell you, boy?

A corruption of morals in Warsaw!

Jews are turning away from God!

They even eat treyf food!

The world is collapsing, uncle.

Are we supposed to do business with these people?

Sit there.

Good day to you, Mr Sokoliński.

Good day.

It seems you wrote something about me.

Criminal, and so on.

Well, you see...

Not really...

You all must have read it.

Mister Journalist here, wrote that I'm a crook,

not a boxer!

And I'm here straight from the ring.

Now, you should apologise, Mr Sokoliński.

No.

I didn't call you a crook, only...

a racketeer, gangster, and hooligan.

Apologise, you limp dick.

Mr Szapiro, why this...

Calm down because...

maybe all this boxing did you bad?

I'm hungry, sonny, let's have a drink.

A man works all his life for his reputation,

and it's all for nothing.

A laughing stock.

I've told you a thousand times, it's no sport, just a regular brawl.

- Better call the doctor. - In a moment.

Should've played tennis.

I'll bust his ass.

My God! Such language! Bust his ass?

Like some street thug.

Okay, let's go.

How can this be?

Shame! Shame!

Questioning the manners of the working class?

You don't appreciate this form of literary criticism?

Which art form do you fine gentlemen excel in?

Painting?

Song?

Dance, perhaps?

Because I would like you, gentlemen, to dance for us.

Damn straight!

No.

Dance the tango, for fuck's sake!

The gentlemen will be leaving now.

They will not. They will dance.

Band, play!

Play!

Dance, you dirty fleabags!

Dance!

Yes!

How nice!

Just look at them Jews dance!

Beautiful!

- Don't! - Mr Kaplica, I'm warning you!

- Look at me, scum! - Don't be stupid!

Out of my way!

Let go or I'll whack you!

Out to my way! People, get out of here, now!

Go home!

I'm not talking to you!

Let them go, now. Or we'll stand up against you.

Just fooling around!

Get out!

All good?

Happy?

Peace among Christians and Jews.

Sit, sonny.

Heel! Didn't you hear?

- Your master's calling. - Moryc, come on.

Sonny, if he weren't your brother...

Whatever.

Band, play.

What is it?

He won't pay, as he couldn't get it up.

Didn't charge him upfront?

He said he'd pay more later.

Madam, how was I to know if this whore could get me going?

She didn't even want to stick a finger up my ass.

No finger up the ass, in that case...

Which of the ladies?

Pay up, fucker.

Because if I stick it up your ass,

shit will run down your pants until your dying day.

Leave enough for a carriage.

Get the fuck out!

Charge them upfront!

- It's them. - Fucking kings of the night.

Fuck them all.

Janek!

What a nice surprise!

Can old Buddy have the honour of your company tonight?

If you were 20 years younger and 20 cm taller, then perhaps.

And if I paid 2,000 zloty?

You'd pay that, but nowadays I only fuck for love.

Ryfka, my sunshine.

And 2,000 isn't love?

What whore gets offered that much?

And expensive one.

How's Krysia? Smelling nice?

Getting ready. As you like it.

Mazel tov!

You look good.

Considering the fight.

Who's that?

Moyshe Bernsztajn.

My new helper.

Ever had a woman?

Enough.

You're chaste, all of a sudden?

He'll get his chance.

He's under my care.

Jakub the guardian. I've seen this.

You don't have it bad.

It's like heaven.

Dicks at arm's reach.

Dickheads as well. I'd have to be stupid to complain.

I've been reading the ABC.

You didn't find anything better than that fascist rag?

I know very well what sort of crap this is.

I need to know how enemy thinks.

Buddy know of plebiscite?

To remove Jews from army?

I heard about it. What do we care?

Some retired officer writes here,

to make labour camps for Jews.

For Jews in Poland. That is how it should be?

Don't worry, it won't happen.

Lumber for barracks, lots of barbed wire?

Am I monkey, Hottentot, to put behind barbed wire?

- Who wrote this, I want to know. - All in due time.

Ready.

I heard Jakub settled score with newspaper.

He can, and I can't?

What am I? Second? Third?

Which?

All right!

It will be as you please.

HYGIENIC RUBBER SHEATH

Is this kosher?

I don't give a fuck.

In 1917 I was locked up in Łomża.

Commandant Szram was in charge of the prison.

The scumbag beat prisoners with a bullwhip.

They kept us hungry.

It's treyf...

Once I was free, I swore never to deny myself any kind of food...

for fear of hell.

Because hell was there.

Try this, Jakub.

I'm eating.

What will you be doing with that wife of yours now?

Raise kids?

But you'd like to live a little more.

Maybe Ryfka try? For customer. For better start.

Thank you, Doctor, but pork hocks and cocaine don't go well together.

Try the goods, it's prime quality.

Just convince Kaplica. The profit is huge.

He said no.

Whores and the marketplace are it.

How Poland is to be superpower

if people afraid of progress?

You!

He will apologise or not?

Relax.

He will.

With God's help.

I ask for forgiveness.

What the fuck does he apologise for?

What for?

For spitting on the Doctor's boot,

by accident.

- I apologise. - Wait you!

Boss...

What are you doing?

I have a wife and kids!

A wife? Really?

And he goes to brothel?

His name?

Słoneczko.

Słoneczko. Eugeniusz.

Like sunshine!

Excellent!

Eugeniusz!

- Piano play. Bykow, play! - What tune?

Bach, Kuns der Fuge, you know?

- From memory? - No Bach, idiot!

Play Einzug der Gladiatoren, with rhythm!

Pantaleon!

Mr Słoneczko wants to see the face!

With God as my witness, I've had enough.

Look here, Mr Słoneczko! A circus show!

Jesus Christ!

It smiles!

It smiles!

It smiles!

How will the brother drink?

I can't leave you alone for a fucking moment!

He made a monster of us.

He ridiculed us!

Shut up! Stop it!

She laughs at us too.

She's just like the rest.

She looks at us and laughs!

Looks and laughs!

Enough!

Have you won?

What are you doing?

You rob your mother and father?

Stop!

Jakub! Stop!

The hour has come when the sacred wish of your fathers and grandfathers

can come true.

May the Polish Nation become one

under the sceptre of the Russian Emperor.

Let us defeat the German occupant together!

Signed: Supreme Commander in Chief,

Adjutant General Nikolai Nikolayevich.

All hail the Tsar!

God save the Tsar!

What's he babbling about?

War has begun.