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Go, I've got a lecture.

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

- That madman of yours bagged Buddy. - What's this about?

Deal with this urgently. Understand, Litwińczuk? Right now!

Here you are, my Janusz.

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

No claypits. No chopping up.

This can't come back to me. Clear?

Yes, of course.

What's the plan?

We have to take control of the streets.

Then Buddy Kaplica has to go. Simple.

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

I don't know how much time I have left.

And I don't know if the Doctor will take over after me.

Because maybe you will.

BLOODY TSAR

Stop!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

WARSAW

Where is he?

Get the fucker!

There are children here! This is a school!

The exit?

I'll show you.

This way, come with me.

And where are you going?

Where's the bastard?

Wait!

Run!

Want to die?

- Take me with you! - Go back!

Take me! I love revolution. Hate tsar.

- And Cossacks. - That's something!

Me good socialist. Read Marx.

Jan Kaplica.

And you?

Radziwiłł.

Radziwiłł?

A small one, Radziwiłek!

Fine, comrade Radziwiłek.

THE KING OF WARSAW

Murderer...

WARSAW

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

Murderer...

Murderer...

The days of a man pass like a dream,

and before he can wake up, he is already buried.

And that ruffian Szapiro,

I wish him sudden and unexpected death!

May he die like a dog!

May it be unknown

where his corpse lies!

It's fast day.

Yom Kippur.

You should eat.

A hard day ahead of us.

On this day atonement shall be delivered to you, to purify you.

You will be absolved of all your sins before God.

Yom Kippur or not, spare me the mumbo jumbo.

You're Buddy Kaplica's muscle now.

You can't run around Warsaw hungry.

They up yet?

Let them sleep.

And will you get them ready in ten minutes?

Get up! Come on!

No running around! Stand straight!

Leave that!

Get dressed.

Put your shirt on. Here are your clothes!

This is the only photo with mama.

Father kept it, as it was your Communion.

He doesn't like people coming in here.

Then he should get a dog.

You should shave.

I'll make you breakfast.

Well?

I'm sure you'd want the city for yourself.

On the contrary, colonel.

I'd like to give myself to Poland.

Yes. Of course.

Here, read it.

Mościcki, on the spot. Good.

Prystor, on the spot, good.

Sławek, suggest honour suicide. He declines, on the spot.

Acceptable.

Aleksandra Piłsudska. Interment?

You know. A woman.

With all due respect, woman or not, she's part of the family!

In my opinion, on the spot!

Why isn't the prime minister on the list?

I expected you to ask.

Tell me.

The thing is,

Sławoj saved my life in the Legions,

at Sytovychi, when I was shot.

I understand the sentiment, colonel.

But he's the country's key decisionmaker.

He's the one who could organise resistance.

Then we'd have a civil war instead of a coup.

I don't think we could win that.

And for Marshal Śmigły that would be awkward too.

Fine. Add him in.

Smart move.

The president,

the prime minister.

Sławek.

Prystor.

The opposition.

All old combatants.

And Piłsudska.

A coup.

Nice little coup.

A really nice little coup.

And Hitler,

how many did he knock out when he was cleaning up?

Eighty-something.

How about forty?

Wouldn't that do it?

Counting from the top.

From the key people.

Why touch the lieutenant-colonels?

They served their country.

The Combat Organisation.

The Polish Military Organisation.

Why wreck?

And build a new Poland on such foundations?

Marshal...

First, we have to win the battle for new Poland.

We can't show any weakness.

There are people on this list, who consider me a friend

or considered.

But in politics, you have to have an iron will.

You can't show any weakness.

Eighty, marshal.

These are Poles, after all.

Should we have them killed, just like that?

Marshal, are we soldiers?

Would a commander refrain from sacrificing a company if he knew

it would bring him victory?

A victory...

that saves the motherland?

But you know, colonel...

We'll be stuck with several hundred armed dangerous fanatics in Warsaw,

idolising that whelp, what's his name?

Żwirski.

Once they do their part, we'll rally them up

and disarm them with the cavalry and the Protective Brigade.

If they resist? One option.

Maybe they could be made responsible in the press.

People would like that.

That those corpses are Żwirski's doing, and we're just cleaning up.

And the priests?

You know them.

The primate will condemn the crimes,

and then they'll cut a deal with us, as they always do.

Make it eighty then.

To Poland.

To Poland, Marshal.

I heard one name.

Żwirski. He's preparing some men for them.

Doctor knows the guy?

A minor fascists prick. Not to worry.

Yes, sir.

What else you hear?

Just what I said.

I wish I had a phonograph to record them.

You think it's something serious?

Shush about what you heard.

Not a word to no one.

Hungry?

You want?

Żwirski Bronisław, you know?

You know.

And now, you tell, this Żwirski, Koc, and that Rydz,

what they come up with?

I ask nice, with no pain.

What they come up with?

Son of a bitch.

Want to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

What they come up with?

I'll kill you, you fuck!

Six!

Seven, eight!

We meet again with this antisemitic scum later.

Could still use him.

But now, have to do away with Buddy.

There will be demonstration.

If we play it right, that polizei arrest Buddy,

and they not release him that easy.

Eduardo knows what to do.

It can't be like this.

But it will.

Until it's worse.

That's why we should emigrate!

Great Jakub Szapiro.

I asked you to butt out.

I don't need your thuggish protection.

I'm protecting my city, not you.

All I want is to get my diploma and move out of here, get it?

And leave everything to goys?

This is my damn city as well!

I'm starting a family.

We're leaving. Just fuck off!

You were always a better man than me.

Mazel tov!

Firstly?

Always assume your opponent has a gun.

- Secondly? - Have a gun.

Thirdly?

Forget fighting fair. Fight to win.

Right. The street is no ring.

Win or die.

Fourthly?

Fistfight? Get your knife.

Knife fight? Get your gun.

But I don't have a gun.

You're too fresh to get one.

You'd hurt yourself.

Wait.

Give that mumbo jumbo a rest.

There is no God.

What if those not recorded in the Book of Life

don't wake up tomorrow?

Murderer!

People! Murderer!

Murderer, people!

Murderer!

Don't tell him. He's not well.

I travelled the world once.

A long time ago.

Will you do the groceries?

Come, sit.

Your wife can stay.

What antisemitic frolics are those berks from the radical camp pulling again?

Nationalist whores!

Nationalist fucks!

Whores or maybe fucks?

Whores...

comrade Kaplica, absolutely whores.

Whores.

Nationalist whores!

In Berlin, they have separate benches for Jews!

Are we getting them too?

That's not the Poland we fought tsarism for.

That's not...

Well, my Janusz?

Ready for the demonstration?

What this for?

Why this demonstration?

Phalanx come, will be shootings, brawls.

But you were all keyed up about ABC writing against Jews.

Keyed up I was.

We should settle this ourselves, not go out into street.

Janusz, what do you think?

Why do they fear us?

And why do they respect us, although saints we are not?

No, we're not.

This is no country for the Polish worker or Jewish porter.

- I understand that... - Don't interrupt!

For the Polish worker or Jewish porter,

the trader from the market,

the whore and the pimp, we are the state and country!

They all must know that we are as one.

United we stand, in close ranks!

And if someone breaks ranks,

and won't attend demonstrations,

there will be talk of splits in the family.

I will come.

I will come, Buddy calm down, I will come.

Listen.

Janusz...

That's not the Poland we fought tsarism for.

Not the one we fought for in the Polish-Soviet war.

These nationalist whores...

or...

nationalist fucks?

Fucks!

"Fucks" is better?

No, "whores. "

I'm lost.

That's not the Poland we fought tsarism for.

Not the one we bled for in the Polish-Soviet war.

That's right!

Like hell Buddy bled in that war.

We will show those bastards

what wrath of the workers really means!

Right here,

in this antisemitic rag,

one Władysław Zieliński writes,

that Jews should be expelled from the Army,

that he'd like to lock them up in work camps.

But is the Jew an enemy of the worker?

No!

No!

It's the capitalist who will always be the enemy of the worker!

- That's right! - Hear! Hear!

Down with fascism!

That was really beautiful, Buddy.

Just one request.

Don't start a brawl like last time.

No brawl, comrade.

You have my word.

Down with fascism!

Down with the Yids!

Down with fascism!

Down with fascism!

Down with the Yids!

Down with the Yids!

Down with fascism!

- Don't shoot! - Stand as you were!

You know what to do.

PM's office, Litwińczuk speaking.

Szapiro here.

- How can I help? - Not you, but the PM.

Listen here.

State officials are not at your service.

This isn't a tailor's workshop, only the prime minister's office!

- How long have you known the PM? - Since he's been in office.

- A year. - A year and four months.

Well, you see...

Buddy has been calling the PM "comrade" since 1905.

When you were still calling shit yum-yum!

You will not address a state official this way.

You are getting the fuck in a spot you don't want to be in,

between two old comrades

who cut their teeth serving this country!

Who the fuck are you?

You're nobody!

So, get your ass to the PM, you cunt,

report that the cops canned Buddy,

and this has to be dealt with, get it?

I understand.

Your speech for the Council of Ministers meeting.

Is that all?

For the day, yes.

Thank you.

Those fuckers won't let him go!

You no worry, Jakub!

They let him out before, they let him out again.

You're begrudging me vodka now?

Sorry, right away.

The boy studied to be barber, and now, is no better than him!

Who shot first?

No one saw. No one knows.

Any person could have shot.

Restless day. Shootings. Brawls.

Have to be on your feet.

I have something to keep Jakub

on his feet.

Why is it so quiet here?

Is this a fucking synagogue?

Play, Mr Bykow, for fuck's sake!

If Eduardo is drawn to that black boy,

then Eduardo should go and enjoy.

Doctor...

Buddy does not like his property touched.

Play!

Why so sad?

Unattractive is the Doctor?

Ugly?

Buddy says that I can only go with him.

But freedom we now have.

Democracy.

Women can vote in election.

Afraid of me?

Not a bit?

Ugly doctor?

No.

What then?

Handsome. Very handsome.

Thank you.

Come on, like before.

Remember that club in Berlin?

Mr Bykow, play the tango!

Let go of me.

Let go, goddammit!

Why so serious? You don't remember already?

Squeeze your girl's ass if she lets you!

Get the fuck out!

She's so mad! Oh, so mad!

Get the fuck out!

Easy.

Just don't want you barfing up my bed.

As in the old days, my love.

Shove that "my love" up your ass.

Nothing's changed.

Buddy, you, me...

All my shitty life, you guys.

Buddy won't live forever.

So what?

- You will replace him? - Maybe I will.

But why?

I like this.

I fucking deserve it.

And once you're top guy in town, what then?

I won't be scattering the remains of some poor Jew around the claypits

because he ran afoul of Buddy.

Right.

You'll still be doing it, just not with your own hands.

Exactly like you.

You're still whoring out, just not your own ass.

Yes.

At least I'm aware of that.

My father liked to beat.

The weaker you were, the harder he hit.

Interesting story.

You will apologise.

What for?

For girl being reluctant?

For Doctor paying Polish money, and she not want?

Ryfka...

Is the doctor to apologise?

You are scum, not a man.

A regular piece of shit. Got that?

I have to call a doctor now!

Dear Ryfka, I have medicine.

Don't be upset, dear Ryfka.

And Jakub too.

Prime Minister's office, Litwińczuk speaking.

What are you pulling?

Answer me, you fuck!

You are disrespecting a civil servant.

You're disrespecting Poland, and that won't do!

So, on behalf of the Polish state: fuck you, kike!

Go to Kercelak, take care of business.

You!

- Get him. - Stop, or I'll shoot!

I am Szapiro, Buddy Kaplica's man.

Do you know who that is?

Son of a bitch!

Enough! What's this?

Excuse me.

It's Janek again?

- You should have called. - I have, but this...

I'll deal with it. Leave.

Excuse me.

- Who was that? - Nobody.

- A comrade of an old comrade. - Some Jewish thug.

What does this say about us, or about you, Prime Minister?

More about you, since you like to talk with thugs in the street.

Next time, chase him away immediately.

Yes, sir!

All this took too long, sonny.

I need coffee.

There's a problem with the Doctor.

We here to talk, not shoot.

And I have something that could be your interest.

This is what Kaplica's into now?

Abductions for ransom?

And now, I ask that you, please, listen careful.

I not here on behalf of Buddy,

but myself.

You, Koc, and Rydz making putsch.

Like Hitler.

Council of Minister you shoot.

Fine, not my business.

If that your game, enjoy.

Only it matters nothing.

Because Buddy will put foot down,

and street will rise.

Militia with Socialist Party, Riflemen, the Bund, and putsch is bye-bye.

Buddy strong.

Was there shooting at your demonstration?

Your Phalanx man drop dead!

What of it? Nothing.

Buddy leaves jail and nothing.

Because Buddy strong.

Now, we need to make it so that Buddy does not put foot down.

And I have idea.

You want Kaplica's racket.

Is bad that I have ambition?

Bronisław has too.

Why be number two?

When you can be number one?

Why are we listening to this fuck?

Concept is this:

Buddy kills old cripple veteran.

Veteran with medals, a war hero,

a legless cripple, and Buddy kills him.

Journalists write about it in papers.

Buddy goes to Bereza for it, and Bronisław gains free hand.

And you do the putsch with Koc, Rydz, or whoever you want.

And you get your martyr, your Horst Wessel!

I'm not sure I understand.

You want to kill my man,

and you want to pin it on your boss.

Yes? Your friend, comrade?

Just to keep skinning the kikes.

But above all...

you want me to agree to this and help you.

Yes.

Congratulations.

You'd make a great politician.

Don't insult me.

Father plays tennis with the provincial governor.

He could arrange this.

Pretty boy can warrant Buddy Bereza?

What's that?

Can you send Buddy to Bereza?

There is a way.

Yes.

And we could also get rid of Szapiro.

We have a score to settle.

Pretty boy lost boxing, I know.

But no revenge needed.

I need Szapiro.

He just a soldier. Not his business if commander changes.

When do you want this?

As soon as possible.

Give it thought!

Let kike eat kike.

We'll deal with them later.

They want to kill a Pole. I can't ask father.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

Our mate will sacrifice his life for the better good.

For Poland, get it?

Get it?

Yes.

I asked for peace and quiet.

Yes, I know, comrade.

I apologise, comrade, but...

that's just nationalist rabble.

They've sent an inciter.

Your too conspicuous.

Colleagues complain.

Colleagues?

Which ones?

Important ones.

I won't be prime minister forever.

And your brawls will only precipitate my end.

Comrade, what are you saying?

I'm saying, comrade, that from now on, you're on your own.

I understand.

I'm sorry, Janek.

Nothing lasts forever. Damn straight.

Worker glory.

Have you read

that the Nazi administrator is having his way in Gdańsk?

The same here.

Fucking priests have stared a eucharistic crusade in schools,

and some journalist is over the moon about it.

Here they say that some guy in Lódź

soaked a mouse in a trap in petrol and lit it up.

The mouse escaped, and the guy's wife caught fire from it.

And now, she's in the hospital.

Tragic consequences of cruelty.

Apparently, there was some trouble with Krysia at Ryfka's.

Trouble strong word.

I pay, whore doesn't play.

Makes blood boil.

Don't you think, Janusz,

that you have a debt of gratitude to repay?

For your name, your career.

For pulling you out of that shitty cheder?

Sending to college in Switzerland?

I had a thinking.

You had a thinking?

You can't even speak properly.

So?

You had a thinking that if they canned me

you could pull shit like this?

I ask... forgiveness.

My Janusz,

I've had a soft spot for you for thirty years.

Thirty years.

This is the last time.

Got it?

Got it.

Sobenski, vodka.

And word from town?

Nothing, quiet.

All well.

Do you trust him?

I don't trust anyone.

But we want the same thing.

Buddy has to go.

We need something.

A pretext that will let the governor initiate the procedure.

We'll have it.

And you?

What do you think?

Me?

I'd prefer a straightforward fight,

but sometimes, you have to be a politician.

The PM will have to sign it.

He will.

I had talk with Żwirski.

He is a dick, but a reasonable one.

And so, your end is come.

He'll fucking kill you.

It is not Eduardo killing you.

It is Żwirski.

I just wanted you to know that.

WARSAW COURIER

"Best regards to all fascists in Warsaw. "

Buddy Kaplica.

Holy Mother of God!