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Show them who's the boss.

- This is just sport. - This is politics, not sport.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

A more important fight is coming.

I thought it over, marshal.

A coup is possible.

All we need is men.

To Poland.

- Who's that? - He's under my care.

Jakub the guardian. I've seen this.

Good day to you, Mr Sokoliński.

It seems you wrote something about me.

Here.

Thank you.

Moyshe Bernsztajn, is it? Did I get it right?

Let's just say that before the war,

I wasn't exactly a good boy.

That's why I changed my name.

You know...

how should I say this...

to wipe the slate clean.

Excuse me, what was your name again?

I didn't introduce myself.

Szymon Szamir.

Here's my official ID.

You're not a sabra.

Where are you from?

From Haifa.

I know that, but...

earlier?

I mean...

From Warsaw.

Like me.

But you are younger.

Tabaczyńska worked for Buddy.

We worked together.

I don't know what else to say,

to be honest.

Maybe you've heard of...

Buddy Kaplica, Jakub Szapiro...

That rings a bell.

Jakub Szapiro, dear sir, was somebody.

A big man!

I wouldn't want to waste your time.

I'm sure you'll find better sources than me.

Please, tell me.

I didn't know her that well. What's there to say?

Please, tell me about Jakub Szapiro.

Dodge!

Hook!

Again, look!

Hit and hold. Left.

Where's your head? You've been hit!

Lower!

You're leaning on your right leg! Now you're flying!

You've been training for three months!

- Sorry... - Just get in the ring!

It's time for sparring.

Let's see what those three months gave you.

Frenkel! Get over here! You're going to spar!

Don't kill the kid!

Dance around a bit before you attack.

Feel each other out. Breathe, or you'll suffocate.

Breathe! Crouch down! Lower!

Be vigilant like a tiger! He'll smack you!

Put your guard up! Watch it!

Get the fuck up!

Frenkel, stick to technique! Let him box a bit!

Guard up, Moyshe! Stay low! Balance, goddammit!

No balance! Good, go! Breathe!

For fuck's sake.

I'm too weak.

You need to practice.

Shower and get dressed. We have to go.

What have you done to him?

You shot him?

Hi, Magda.

I can't find you! You're gone all summer.

I don't know what's going on with you.

Sorry, I was training, that's all.

For you.

You think that money solves everything?

Shut the hell up!

Change, guys.

Very good!

Be tough!

Just in the ring.

Look who the hell is coming.

What brings you here, dear sir?

Is that the head?

It's not an ass.

Kaplica's modus operandi.

It's some kike peddler from Nalewki.

Can I quote you?

You won't write anything. Buddy scares you.

You're mistaken. Polish journalists aren't afraid of anyone.

- Is that all? - As far as I know human anatomy.

THE KING OF WARSAW

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

What?

Are you proposing to me right now?

Looks that way.

Wait...

How did it go in your bulletin?

Marriage is a tool of oppression, which conservative circles...

Give it a rest!

Radical Marxists rarely buy engagement rings.

When did you become a philistine?

I want to do the right thing.

Even your brother isn't married.

So, I want to do the right thing.

You want to marry me to spite Jakub?

No, because I love you.

Annoying Jakub is better reason than honouring bourgeois superstitions.

Why are you always teasing me?

Assemble the gun faster than me, and we'll see.

Seems we can't ban the Jews from entering the University.

If we can't, then we won't.

Any kike can enter the University, under one condition.

If a kike wants to go in,

first, he gets a punch in the face.

To remind him he's not at home.

Take him and fuck off.

I think I know you.

Go, I've got a lecture.

Please.

Our last lecture concerned interdicts,

and per sponsiones and restipulationes proceedings.

Today, we will discuss the concept of integrum restitutio.

Our Orthodox students seem to be few in number today.

Please, bring yourself to order.

Yes, you, sir.

This is a university,

not a shechita slaughterhouse.

Good morning.

Good morning. Sit, please.

Orphan. Do we have a spot for her?

Take a seat.

Do you speak Polish?

We are drawing Palestine.

Will you draw with us?

Here.

Congratulations.

The honeymoon could be in Tel Aviv.

They need more people for the kibbutz.

You should go with us.

- We're talking about it. - Will he go?

- If it makes sense to him. - Right.

He's got all he needs here. A maid and a mother.

Wait till you have two kids.

Emilia, he would be really useful there.

In the Haganah. He used to be a soldier.

I don't think he can follow orders anymore.

But he does. Buddy's.

Good morning.

Why are you all late? Take your seats!

Come on!

Grab some crayons.

Who did this?

Just fuck off.

Moryc, you're my fucking brother!

Not everything is about you.

All I want is to go to Palestine with a law degree.

Nothing else.

Don't you have any honour?

Honour?

No dignity?

This isn't about my dignity or Jewish pride, only yours.

It's about people hearing that Szapiro's brother got punched.

Poles can now just smack you around?

It's not about me. I have ideals.

If I get my degree, I can help the Jewish state in Palestine.

If I have to get beaten for it, so be it!

No fucking way!

No!

We can't let them humiliate us.

I'll help you. We'll mess those shkotzim up.

We're getting married.

Mazel Tov.

Want to play?

Finally!

- Don't cheat like last time! - Dawid cheated!

Sure!

Hi, dad.

Will you join us?

I will.

- Where to, gentlemen? - To a lecture, my good man!

We're in a rush!

Constable, I was supposed to call if anything popped up.

We recently discussed the concept of integrum restitutio.

Its requirements, applicability,

and the consequences of a request for

integrum restitutio submitted to the praetor.

I hope you will be able to recall this during the exam.

Today, we will discuss the formula process and...

What is the meaning of this, sir?

Don't let them provoke you, boys!

We'll kick out these hooligans so that you can continue...

Shut your trap!

You fuckers beat up a Jew who is my brother!

Now, I ask.

Who did it?

Fess up, limp dicks, unless you want the professor to get it.

I did it.

You Jewish fuck.

You couldn't take me down, so you turned on my brother?

The cops!

We meet at Ryfka's.

Waiting for your brother?

What business is that of yours?

The ring beating wasn't enough?

I had to punish him again for my brother.

You are so... brave.

"How much longer will Jan Kaplica, also known as Buddy,

continue to exploit the poor of the Northern District,

abusing his old political affiliations

from his time as an independence fighter. "

"Do old merits justify tolerating someone

whose debtors end up quartered in the claypits outside Warsaw?"

"Was Naum Bernsztajn, a poor Jew from Leszno Street,

who disappeared months ago

and whose head was found yesterday morning,

also a victim of Kaplica?"

You piece of shit, do you know what I do with the likes of you?

You've signed your death sentence!

I beg you...

Mercy?

I'll do anything for you, Mr Kaplica!

Anything?

Really?

Isn't that convenient?

Which son of whore wrote this article in this rag?

About throwing Jews out of army?

- What article? - Fuck me!

An article about labour camps.

Labour camps for Jews.

Which son of whore wrote it?

Speak up or you'll end up in the claypits.

Talk, you fuck!

Bobiński would know! The writer from ABC!

Where's this Bobiński?

He spends time in the English Hotel.

Bobiński in the English Hotel.

In the English Hotel!

What are you laughing at?

Dear sir...

I'll ask nicely.

Don't write such mendacious lampoons anymore.

I am a peaceful and patient man.

I have love for everyone.

But I don't like to read lampoons in papers.

Now, get the fuck out of here!

Mr Sokoliński!

This is no place a journalist can afford.

Get the fuck out!

Sonny, take care of this.

Jasiu, go see Krysia, relax.

She'll take care of you.

You always know what I need.

Have a seat.

Are all the girls busy now?

Eduardo!

We go.

You cut off his head?

Pantaleon did.

He trained at the butcher's.

To Naum!

You stay here.

When you say you love me...

It's clear that nothing good will happen in Poland

as long as key areas, crucial to the well-being of a nation,

such as the legal profession, are under the control of Jews.

...fragrantjust like opium

And now I pray to make it last...

On the other hand,

it wouldn't be prudent

to ban the Jews from working in law with a single act of legislation.

We would be left without lawyers!

My suggestion? Numerus nullus in universities!

Jewish students would be replaced by...

I had a feeling you would finally come by, Mr Szapiro.

You're very insightful.

Gentlemen, leave us alone.

Take a seat, Mr Szapiro.

Where is the loser who wrote the letter to ABC

regarding the removal of Jews from the Army.

The one mentioning labour camps.

I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.

Let me refresh your memory, dear Mr Journalist.

So, now's the moment you threaten me with violence.

...until you love, so evil and mad

This is so exciting.

You are so manly!

Not like those lampreys around here. Round-lipped and spineless.

Wimpy worms. Ladies' cunts.

You, Mr Szapiro...

You are... you take my breath away.

You are extremely beautiful.

Extremely.

There's something of an antique statue in you.

Your arms, shoulders...

Face!

Not necessarily Semitic, it could be Greek!

- Could it not? - Right, Greek.

I assure you, looking at you,

my previously hard-held belief that Jews

should be forced to emigrate to Madagascar softens.

And something else of mine hardens.

But I'm flirting with you, and you have pressing business with me.

I assure you, threats will get you nowhere.

You have a gun.

So do I, a Browning, aimed straight at your crotch.

A little boy and nothing more

Standing at the bedroom door...

Maybe we could skip the shooting and talk.

Excellent.

Let me say this.

I'd give an arm

for someone like you to let me take care of him.

I'd take you home,

run a bath, kiss all over...

Enough of that!

You have no idea how a man can pleasure another man.

I did time in prison.

I fucking get it.

Okay then.

At a séance that one time

When the spirits made you mine...

Let's cut this romancing short since you're such a goody-goody.

I have an offer.

I'm listening.

You see that boy singing over there?

He gave me the elbow. Said he doesn't date older guys.

- Liar! - Terrible, now, what's the offer?

I would very much like him to be jealous of me.

- Will you help me? - How?

Just walk out of here with me.

As if you were leaving with a friend.

- That's it? - That will do.

I won't even look at him!

The bastard will go crazy jealous, and I'll give you the address.

- That's a bit whorish. - Oh no, Mr Szapiro.

I'm the biggest whore around here.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for a fuck!

Should we go?

Don't stick your finger

Don't stick your finger in the door

Don't stick your finger

Or you won't have it anymore

Everything goes, just take it easy

Have your fun, but promise me

Don't stick your finger

Don't stick your finger in the door

I understand that I can count on you.

You can, colonel.

What's the plan?

We have to take control of the streets,

to avoid a revolution like in 1905.

Then Buddy Kaplica has to go.

Simple.

Unions, the Riflemen's Association, paramilitary units,

Jewish porters and workers, all under his control.

Once Kaplica's gone, they'll jump at each other's throats.

The Prime Minister and Buddy protect each other.

Old comrades.

From the times of the Combat Organization.

Do you have any ideas?

I'm counting on you men. Without you, we're done as well.

We'll figure it out.

One more thing.

One of ours is in Bereza.

Szacki.

There is no God or men here.

Only inmates and me.

Run, you cocksuckers!

Bereza... is a forge of character.

Faster, motherfuckers!

You're nothing here!

I am everything!

Don't worry, we're not hanging you yet.

You fascist whore!

Did you come here to relax?

Moveit!

Why was he sent there?

For defending Polishness.

Tomorrow night.

Can he be trusted?

Seems we have mutual interests.

Calm before the storm.

If it rains, dad will skip tennis.

I never understood tennis.

Neither have I.

It's so un-Polish.

Excuse the hour.

Szapiro. I'd like to talk.

May I come in?

At Komarowo.

Small wound, but gangrene set it, so they took it.

Which regiment?

Forty-fifth.

Borderland Riflemen.

Children of Warsaw.

Master corporal.

They gave me the Cross of Valour.

They made me full lieutenant for the leg.

Fuck all that now.

We fought for them,

and they've made Poland into their whore.

Maybe they liked you with that Cross.

Get it?

"Jews should be stripped of civil rights.

Locked in labour camps. " You wrote this?

Yes.

Here you are, my Janusz.

You wanted your anti-Semite, and here you are.

And I thank Buddy.

But Janusz...

Listen carefully.

No claypits. No chopping up.

This can't come back to me.

Clear?

Yes, of course.

Great!

Welcome to Golędzinów.

Mr Żwirski, we'll house your men here for some time.

Instructor Puget. Mr Żwirski.

Puget will oversee

shooting and street fighting exercises we discussed.

Of course.

It's just that we still didn't receive the orders which you recently mentioned.

- I don't know... - Don't be a dense bureaucrat!

This is history in the making.

The creation of a Warsaw assault unit is of the highest priority!

These are orders from the very top!

Yes, colonel.

What about the guns?

Considering the nature of the task presented to your men,

it would be best to equip groups of three with two handguns

and one machine gun, as available.

And since we have the orders, the weapons are available.

Please, demonstrate.

The machine gun fires from an open lock.

Place a loaded magazine here. And chamber a round.

Maybe you would like to try?

Congratulations!

There you go!

We've got a young fucking stud!

And that loud-mouthed lady of yours?

- Magda Aszer. - She's out of the game?

Excuse me.

I'm not sure.

My advice: if you're not sure, take them all.

Got it?

Dammit!

Take her to the hospital.

You found her in the street.

It'll be okay.

It's 23 Marszałkowska Street.

I'll drop by.

Staś, sit straight.

Bon appétit.

Good day, madam and sir.

The wifey and kids can go.

Staś!

Keep it fucking quiet!

Staś, Ada!

Do you know why I'm here?

Because you're a bad man.

One shouldn't batter a woman and get away with it.

She was just a whore!

Just a whore, scum?

You do it.

Hear me?

Harder.

Fucking harder!

Look at that pauper!

All fancy and shit.

Now he robs his own, traitor!

Hello? Ziembiński here.

Your humble servant.

Are we still on for today?

Excellent.

At your service.

It seems that I forgot my wallet...

Nothing to worry about, my boy...

Dilled crab for the gentleman.

Quail with bacon and cucumber salad for the lady.

Margot for the lady and vodka for the gentleman.

Enjoy. Leave the bottle.

We could go to the movies.

It's the final day of Stowaway at Capitol.

What's that?

A film. With Shirley Temple.

You know, that little girl.

I can't be going to the movies to watch some kids.

You're no ordinary guy anymore.

Kaplica's errand boy, anyone can tell.

We should go there.

I forgot my wallet.

The gentleman came from Jerusalem.

From Yad Vashem.

My wife, Magda.

At present, Meier,

formerly Aszer.

Please, excuse me, I have to leave you for a moment.

From Jerusalem?

That's what I told him.

How did you find us?

It took a while.

He doesn't remember a thing.