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Down with fascism!

Just one request.

Don't start a brawl like last time.

You know what to do.

Szapiro here.

From now on, you're on your own.

But it will be like this.

Until it's worse.

That's why we should emigrate!

You, Koc, and Rydz making putsch.

Like Hitler.

You want Kaplica's racket.

Why be number two, when you can be number one?

Give it thought!

Buddy has to go.

We need a pretext that will let the governor initiate the procedure.

"Best regards to all fascists in Warsaw. "

Buddy Kaplica!

Baby, come to me! Let's make ourselves a kid!

- How's business? - It's a graveyard.

Baśka's caught a john?

She caught something else. Chancres.

It's been a plague.

What's he staring at?

Good evening, my dear sir.

How much, if I may ask?

Well, 2.50.

It's 1.50 by the railway station.

But we're in the city centre, dear sir.

Classy and sassy!

In that case, please come.

But which one of us, my king?

Have you heard about sexual hyperesthesia?

In some women,

it manifests with intemperate masturbation,

in others with vulgar speech,

or sensory or mental excitation.

What now, you're some fucking preacher?

A doctor of philosophy, madam.

Don't smoke.

To continue...

With men, it's an entirely different matter.

Female sexual libido is concentrated in the larger brain,

while the male sex drive

is located in secondary brain centres.

Time is money, pretty boy. Let's get to it.

And put this on.

A rubber? I'm not interested.

I prefer it as God made us.

Put it on, diseases are going around.

Damn you!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Before you, the favourite of the competition!

The best athlete of the Polish Boxing Association!

Zygfryd Ran!

Zygfryd! Zygfryd!

And for the first time in the ring,

conceivably also the last...

one...

Jakub Szapiro!

Prove yourself, and you won't regret it!

Who this here?

Where the lousy scab from? Buddy bet his moneys on him?

I saw him train. True talent!

And like us, he's working class.

A socialist, not a penny to his name.

Eighty on bald guy.

A hundred. Szapiro.

Don't like him. Too pretty.

Come on, too pretty? He fought in the Polish-Soviet war.

He got the Cross of Valour.

Quit the fucking dancing! Hit him!

Hit him!

Excellent fight!

Excellent.

Congratulations to us, Mr Szapiro!

And the bonus for the knockout?

You'll get it, once I calculate all the costs...

You go now away.

You talking to me? Do you know who I am?

You go away or else.

Mister hear of Buddy Kaplica?

Work with Buddy there is for you.

I'm an athlete, not a racketeer.

Where are you from, sonny?

Nowhere.

There say you've been to war.

Sure.

And in prison. Still under the Germans.

You know life.

And with me, you will box and make money too.

For a good cause.

Which is?

The cause of the working man of Warsaw.

You could go far.

What are you staring at, prick?

Ain't seen an old whore before?

Just look!

We heard that you cut up a john who wanted too much of you.

Dumb cunt.

You know what they'll do to you now?

The likes of you are why cops give us a hard time.

- The john is king. - You rag!

Quiet, whores!

- Cunt! - Quiet!

What?

You've changed.

I'm too old for you now, right?

A man can't help his old love?

This had to cost you.

It cost what it cost. It was a business move.

And you, my darling, you know this business well.

I've known your business intimately since I was 11.

Listen...

I've got money.

Money makes money, as we know,

and I could use a place where a man and his comrades,

after a hard day's work, could rest and pat a young behind.

What's it got to do with me?

I would place such a business under your care.

You'd be the queen,

and a princess of the proper age would be there for me.

So, you mean a whorehouse?

That would be it.

Do we have a deal, Ryfka?

Been in this all my life.

I could use a career change.

My darling...

a whore is like a thug or a revolutionary.

Who tasted this sort of life, won't go back to a regular job.

Could I work in a factory now, like I did 30 years ago?

Sonny!

What will you do?

Become a housekeeper?

Who would have you?

You know how it is.

Sonny, join us.

Madame Ryfka Kij.

The esteemed Jakub Szapiro.

Who did this to you?

A john.

Should I see him?

You'd have to go to the cemetery.

THE KING OF WARSAW

WARSAW

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

What the fuck is this?

You call this a clean collar?

Hire a laundress, I told you, it's too much for me!

Four hens in the house and I'm supposed to pay for service?

You take me for some fucking lord?

Daddy, stop shouting!

No servants in my house!

Let me just clean it.

You could get some new clothes.

Look how elegantly Jakub dresses.

Have you noticed how you look compared to him?

The witch is gone. Let's eat, my girls.

Pass the cottage cheese.

Let's get them a gift.

They're idealists. They don't need gifts.

Your brother's getting married.

He didn't get me anything.

Very funny.

We'll be late for school.

I'm coming, just a moment!

VETERAN MURDERED

It's begun.

From the governor.

I had to let him win at tennis.

The prime minister will have to sign this.

Here.

This can change history.

Hopefully.

Get ready.

This is an administrative decision placing Jan Kaplica in Bereza,

under article 1 of President Mościcki's directive.

The prime minister...

has to sign this.

Listen here.

Kaplica is a common criminal. He just murdered a war veteran.

An invalid.

The prime minister could hesitate, as they have history together, but you,

as a patriot and the prime minister's secretary,

hesitate cannot!

Who said I'm hesitating,

colonel, sir?

We could bring 40 to 60 thousand settlers there.

Jews should feel great there.

There's easy access to water, fertile soil,

and no nationalistic tensions.

Poland would benefit, by solving the Jewish problem here,

stimulating trade, developing the fleet.

Why would Jews want to go to Palestine?

Because Palestine is Palestine.

"Jews to Madagascar" sounds like "Poles to Siberia. "

Dear sir!

If France doesn't hand over the island, it's empty talk anyway.

What is it?

Please look through this and sign, sir.

Are your military horizons always so narrow?

Don't you understand desire?

A true desire for a free, independent state?

Are you insulting me?

Should we settle this the honourable way?

If you want to be in politics, learn how to talk.

Any bandit can go around waving weapons.

A little peace and quiet, please!

Is this all?

For the day.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

And what if we

replaced Madagascar with some other island?

Watch out!

- Do you have to work here? - Stop it!

- You see this as fulfilling God's will? - Absolutely not!

- We simply should help those in need. - My sweet socialist.

Some bagels for the kids.

They'll have something to remember you by in Palestine.

Very nice.

- Just think of us as well. - I do, my love.

Take the car to the garage.

I think the oil needs changing.

And it sounds like the valves are knocking.

- That needs adjusting. - Yes, boss.

You look great in this.

Man!

Oh, no!

Wonderful.

Good morning, comrades!

Good morning, working folk of the capital!

Mr Sobenski, coffee!

Why the long faces?

VETERAN MURDERED

That fucking kike!

I nursed a viper in my bosom!

Kocot, get Munja from the garage. Get the car and hurry back!

Wait!

What's going on?

Mr Szapiro, I'm sorry, but you understand the situation.

What situation?

VETERAN MURDERED

Fucking move it!

We've got to get the others!

What took you so long?

We had to circle around. They're coming here.

Ready?

Another fucking traitor!

The gate!

Kocot!

Come on.

Tabaczyńska!

Let's go.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Who did this?

What's happened?

They are beating Jews in the streets!

Vodka, please.

I couldn't get to Buddy.

- There were lots of them, shooting! - Is car damaged?

Maybe Doctor will come to Buddy's aid?

- Many of Phalanx there? - Lots.

Then we wait here.

Wait here until calms down.

Of course...

Car need new windshield.

Or hats will blow off heads.

The parlour, now!

What's the plan?

The Doctor betrayed Buddy and our holy cause.

He has to be shot.

Buddy, what do we do?

Get out, all of you!

You stay. Help me with that.

Get iodine from the bathroom.

- It went through and through. - Not the first time!

Garden side?

Swarming!

Wait.

I always liked you like this.

The wife of a revolutionary!

Put your guns away!

You'll ruin my sheer curtains.

Get me a shirt. Now. A clean one!

You stole so much money, you scoundrel,

but that didn't buy you any taste.

I did the furnishing. I resent that.

The prosecutor is just envious.

I don't envy you anything, you fucker.

I despise you.

With your resistance past, you could have been someone.

The Polish Socialist Party, the Combat Organisation.

You could have been a minister, but instead...

you're a common criminal.

You skin smelly, scabby Jews from the Kercelak market.

And now you've murdered a war invalid.

Take him away.

Get me my jacket.

Careful.

Sonny, take everyone to Ryfka's.

Keep an eye on things.

Tell the girls I'll be back soon.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Now, to the jail.

Drink to the grand success of our cause.

Our cause?

Yes.

Our cause, son.

Polish.

Aren't you cheerful?

You hanged a Jew, right?

You're happy.

We didn't hang any Jews,

we just dealt with a certain bandit.

In a civilised manner.

You and your civilisation. It makes me sick.

We have to marry her off. The sooner, the better.

Don't get involved in any of this.

Too late.

They almost killed you.

In broad daylight.

But they didn't.

Besides, the city isn't Kaplica's anymore. He's gone.

- Everything will be different. - Meaning?

Better.

This city and this country deserve to be great.

United under one idea.

And they will be.

Hand me my shoes.

The dark blue ones.

What have you done to Kaplica?

I quite liked the guy.

The jail's the other way.

Mr Kaplica...

such are our orders.

Unfortunately.

Take care of yourself.

We haven't met.

- Where to, if I may ask? - Shut your trap!

He's not in jail either.

He's around.

Such an exceptional man can't vanish into thin air.

- Was Radziwiłek in? - No.

Look.

Good day.

Whom do I have the pleasure with?

Anna Ziembińska.

Yes, of those Ziembińskis.

The sister.

You come asking for a job?

I expected a hovel, but you've got a nice place.

Vodka.

For everyone.

You think you can just waltz in here, you Polish whore?

The lady and Jakub have met before.

Everything's clear.

I just came here to help you.

Who gave you the address?

Get the fuck out, you slut!

- Fuck me! - Wait!

- They took Kaplica to Bereza! - Cut the crap!

He'll be there for three months.

The prime minister would have to approve.

And he'd never do that because they're friends!

- He would never send Buddy to Bereza! - Everything's possible.

You know where to find me.

I can help you.

Get the fuck out.

Buddy won't survive Bereza.

Three months is nothing.

It's bearable.

They say it's worse than three years of prison.

Buddy can take it.

He has to.

Buddy's old.

He'll die there.

Good day to all here!

Why so sad? Be happy!

Let go, cocksucker!

Mrs Jakub, excuse me.

I have to talk Ms Ryfka first.

Ms Ryfka,

everything stays as was.

Just one condition.

Cocaine I have here.

Ms Ryfka can charge whatever she wants.

Me, I just need 1,000 Polish zloty for it.

Buddy would never have it.

Rubbish!

Buddy has no saying in this no more anymore.

Times change.

Now, I agrees or not agrees to everything.

I'm not selling this.

Ms Ryfka has this place and the girls,

but could suddenly find herself without.

Sad that would be, right?

Well?

That I understands.

United we stand, divided we fall.

And now, with Mr Jakub we need to talk.

- We have nothing to talk about. - And there Mr Jakub is mistaken.

Buddy's gone.

Business is not.

We need to keep eye on business together.

Together jointly.

Unless, not together jointly, and then we have problem.

Do we want problem?

We go.

Everyone betrays their father and brother.

Loyalty doesn't exist.

Anything wrong, officers?

Are you having fun here?

- We're training hard. - Don't get used to it.

Maybe it's you who should get used to it?

The world is changing.

You're out of your fucking mind.

Right turn!

Forward!

I've brought gifts.

Remember this moment.

This is history in the making.

Unload.

Buddy is socialist with chauffeur.

Me, humble man. Drives myself.

It is pleasure to drive such automobile.

You hear what goes on in town?

Coup!

Overthrow, putsch!

In Poland fascists will rule now, that Koc with Śmigły.

Need arrangement with them.

Prime minister gone, so Buddy gone.

Understands?

Business requires you and I work together.

Need to handle the Kercelak.

Who can do it better than you, Mr Jakub?

I work for Buddy.

Times change.

There was tsar, now no tsar. Poland was not, now is.

Change is good.

Change needs adapting to.

How much of Buddy's moneys did you take for yourself?

Seven per cent.

With me, you get ten!

Fifteen.

The street will listen to me. And you?

No guarantee.

Chaos. War. And with me, there will be peace.

Fifteen.

You wait.

Cocksucker, fifteen!

With full bladder decision rushed.

Agreed. Thirteen.

Why do you tell him all that?

Why?

He asks, I tell him. What else is there to do?

But why talk about this?

Why think about it?

So we won't forget.

But I want to forget!

May I?

May I forget?

Fine. As you wish.

Need help?

My wife isn't feeling well.

Maybe we could finish some other time?

Jerusalem isn't far. I could drive over...

Go read to the boys.

Everyone's fine, I see.

Poles did that. What would you like to hear?

You were right.

About what?

We could use your protection.

- Thuggish protection, you mean. - Stop it.

You can see what's going on.

No protection.

Not now.

If you're scared, go to that Palestine of yours.

You should go with us.

What will you do there?

- Same thing as here. - Live in fear and poverty. Great plan.

- Build a Jewish nation. - What a pipe dream!

- Jewish nation, for fuck's sake! - You'll see!

You will! Let's go.

We should go with them.

- Surname? - Kaplica.

- Given names? - Jan Jerzy.

Date and place of birth?

Twenty third of December,

the year of our Lord 1880, in Warsaw.

Religion?

None.

Your fucking religion!

Roman Catholic.

Roman Catholic.

Deposit your belongings.

Shoelaces, suspenders.

Faster, you're not on vacation here!

Oh, fuck!

Guards! To me!

For fuck's sake!

Fuck!

I am Buddy Kaplica, you motherfuckers!

Welcome to my humble abode.

Continue.