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Colonel...

the shit has hit the fan.

What's that?

When did you start seeing him?

Szapiro, the one you lost to.

You whore!

And shit on your graves!

Now what? He's going to kill me.

I won't let him hurt you.

He loves this city more than he loves you.

As of today, Szapiro is in control of everything.

Buddy is dead.

We have to pack. Radziwiłek is on to me.

We're all going. You and us.

Warsaw will mourn.

It can burn to the ground, for all I care.

And life is such a bitch,

that now I'll kill you, you cocksucking Jews.

So there.

WARSAW 1928

Ladies and gentlemen,

Fine de Claire.

Ireland. Normandy. Marennes-Oléron.

Belon and Ostra Regal. Bon appétit.

Maybe for the young.

If they fancy such food.

We'd prefer buttered boiled carp.

Of course.

- Which month is it? - The third.

- Is Mr Szapiro the... - Yes, mom.

That's why I brought him here.

Of course.

First of all, congratulations.

You do know that I am a lawyer?

I've heard many good things about you.

Thank you.

I can't say the same about you.

Jakub is a war veteran. An outstanding athlete.

It's true, I fought the Bolsheviks.

I was young and stupid.

Maybe I should have helped them fight the Polish overlords.

You're not getting married?

It's unlike our family. How will you live?

Normally.

Jakub's bought an entire building.

One floor will be for us.

So, we shouldn't believe the stories?

That apart from being a war veteran, an outstanding athlete,

after hours, you occupy yourself with... other matters?

Believe what you want. But I make money.

I'll support Emilia and your grandchildren.

- Grandchildren? - We won't stop at one.

Oy Vey.

I mean, that's horrible.

Simply horrible.

You wanted grandchildren.

Now I'm not so sure.

Take it easy, my dear.

We wish you all the best.

That's how we raised our daughter. To be an independent woman.

So, you have our blessing.

Two conditions.

The children, regardless of how many there will be,

will inherit their mother's social status.

No street smarts.

A proper education, and after that, a decent occupation.

No thuggery.

Are we clear?

Of course.

I don't wish my life on anyone,

least of all on my children.

Carp for the lady.

Carp for the gentleman.

And the second condition?

Whatever you do in life,

my daughter will not be harmed.

Our grandchildren won't share your path.

Please, promise us that.

You have my word that my family will be safe.

And?

My sons will not follow in my footsteps.

Mr Zyberman.

Cheers!

- To life! - To life!

Come on in!

Look around.

Where did you get the money?

This will be the kids' room.

Larger than our entire flat.

- Which one? - Our first one.

Where we lived with mom and dad.

Those were different times and a different world.

You didn't get married,

but you called in a mohel.

My sons are Jewish.

Jew have to be circumcised.

What? What don't you like?

Someone find me a vase for this!

And a drink is in order, we're celebrating!

Here.

Just circumcise the boy, and be done.

No prayers or other mumbo jumbo.

Just snip-snip.

You take the money and leave. Are we clear?

I can't take any money for this.

This is a mitzvah.

Let's make it a reimbursement of travel expenses.

Just do your thing. End of discussion.

Who'll be the sandak?

- Moryc, get over here. - What's that about?

Who will be sandak.

What's a sandak?

Sandak is in Jews like you have that...

That father...

- Godfather? - Right.

Be strong, Dawid.

Fantastic.

Everyone just look elegant, please.

As befits decent comrades, men.

And women, for fuck's sake.

And women, damn straight!

Mazel tov!

THE KING OF WARSAW

WARSAW 1937

I'll kill the fucker, I'll kill him.

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

I'll join you, okay?

Drink?

You're really afraid of me.

Rightly so.

Drink up!

Good day, boss.

We drink to Buddy's and Kocot's souls.

With this fucking traitor?

He'd like to say something. Right?

Mr Szapiro, I...

I'm sorry for everything. For driving away and going to Janusz.

Got a wrapper?

Got fucking cocaine? Cough it up.

Where's Radziwiłek?

They have a meeting at the Riflemen's Association.

He's waiting for a delivery.

How do you know he's there?

Fuck.

What should I do with you?

Boss?

I'd let it slide this time.

Not many of us to play, and so many games to choose from.

He apologised.

That's rare.

You've a coward!

Clearly Tabaczyńska has bigger balls than you.

Now, buy her a drink,

She just made your life longer.

Got it?

What?

What?

Well?

I was supposed to call when Szapiro showed up.

Radziwiłek is waiting to bury them.

Make the call, now!

Hello here.

Szapiro and Karpiński are finished.

I believe you not.

You give me Gleichmut to phone.

Hello?

Is that coward speaking the truth?

Is it true?

Yes, it's the truth.

I've got lots of cleaning up to do. The place is closed.

We'll settle this in wrappers. Put Munja on.

Bring me the corpse, right away!

Three thousand Polish zloty for the service.

Half for Tabaczyńska. We did it together.

Corpse bring me, I have to see with my eye!

Then you get Polish money, no earlier.

Idiot.

You were right, Jakub. It's a trap.

Our friend Munja called to tell the Doctor

that Szapiro and Karpiński have been wasted.

They gave up the ghost.

That wasn't the plan, right, Munja?

Attaboy, Stanisława.

You damn Judas! Time to meet God's justice.

I'll go with you.

I'll help you.

I thought you'd whack me.

I'm constantly afraid that someone will whack me.

I'm so tense all the time that I can't take it anymore.

- Anything else we should know about? - No.

May I?

Be my guest.

Now what?

To Mr Radziwiłek! The toughest man in Warsaw!

Cheers!

You say Warschau is so fantastic.

Nonsense!

Of course, you may think we crazy guys.

But maybe I am not?

No!

Listen to me, goddamn fuckers! I'll show you all!

I!

I no Warsaw whore, for fuck's sake!

What do yous say?

Listen to me.

Warsaw is fantastic.

Nonsense.

Total nonsense.

Bravo!

You bring Szapiro's corpse here!

I want to spit and piss on it.

Money first.

Corpse first.

Munja where?

I whacked Szapiro.

Not he.

Grab her.

Now I say...

how it is.

Yes!

Go!

At Doctor?

Shoot at Doctor?

Fuckers! I'll kill you!

Yes?

You!

Scum!

You Jewish pig!

Pig!

You limp dick!

You killed my brother.

Get up, man.

That's the end of it.

I'm leaving with my family.

Leon...

Bury Moryc and Zosia.

Bury my brother.

It's not right.

Without you, boss.

You'll be fine without me. This is your city now.

Did your father say anything?

Where is your sister?

Where's Żwirski?

This is an open-shut case, but I need to get your statements.

Let the colonel through!

New guys.

So many of my men got... replaced.

And you, colonel.

How are you?

I'm on leave, marshal.

So bad.

It all went down so bad.

The idea was good.

But it failed.

And the prime minister, the cabinet, the Parliament,

all they do is argue as if it made any difference.

If we don't grab this country by the throat,

someone else will.

So, we're not giving up?

The Polish soldier never gives up.

Marshal, sir!

To Poland!

To Poland!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Daddy, come back!

Fuck!

I'd like coffee too.

Do you still like it here?

Maybe you'd like to make some extra money?

I'm waiting for Jakub. You'll never see me again.

I'll hold you to it.

I'm the one who talked him into calling you.

For Buddy's sake.

But it's too late.

Buddy died, and all that remains is you here.

Anyhow, he's got Emilia, the mother of his children.

He won't leave them just because you fucked.

Don't delude yourself.

He won't leave them for anyone.

He'll never be yours.

I've had enough of you, whore.

Pour her one.

So the princess knows the generosity of the commoner.

And then, she can fuck off.

I'll pay.

Thank you.

You can take your whore out of here now.

- I killed the limp dick. - Which one this time?

Radziwiłek. You're safe.

Just don't shit yourself, my hero.

At least he'll no longer butcher the mother tongue.

We're leaving for Palestine.

What did you say?

I'm leaving for Palestine with my family.

You fucker.

What will you do there?

Milk goats in the kibbutz?

Fat chance you'll go! You're in love with that Polish whore!

If you really wanted to go,

you'd be with your family now, not here.

Go.

Go!

Get out of my sight!

You're doing what they'd want you to do.

Andrzej, the Phalanx, Żwirski.

You're going? Down with the Yids!

I have a family.

I know.

I understand.

I'll stay here alone.

I'll rent you a hotel room. Give you cash.

You can go wherever you want.

I don't need your cash.

I know, you'll survive.

I know that I'll survive.

What if I asked you to stay if you love me?

Are you packed?

Come, my darling, have a pastry

You'll grow fat and you'll be tasty

Come tomorrow, please.

Looking for Szapiro.

It's a very popular name, you know.

Don't take me for an idiot, scum.

But I really don't know what...

ENGLISH HOTEL

So, this is it?

Have you got those photos I asked for?

Do you regret it?

Regret what?

Meeting me.

Everyone fuck off!

Where is he?

Fuck off yourself.

He's not here.

Where's Szapiro?

You're the spitting image of your sister, how astonishing.

You fucking kike!

Fucking, that's right.

All I know is where your sister is.

At the English, my friend.

He'd take me there too, for fucking, in fact.

Everyone gets a ticket. Don't lose them.

- What airplane? - Some Lockheed.

Lockheed Electra? My favourite!

No, my favourite!

I've started reading newspapers.

They're fighting with Arabs and English.

- Will we fight too? - No.

We're not going there to fight, only to be safe.

Understand?

Yes.

Because here, mama, I, and you are not safe.

- Done eating? - Yes.

Go to bed. We leave in five hours.

Go on.

Moryc and Zosia are dead.

- What? - Murdered.

Shot. Radziwiłek, but we are safe.

He's finished.

It was Radziwiłek?

He killed them?

And where were you when it happened?

You were fucking some slut! We should have left long ago!

If you wanted this life, you should have protected it!

This is your fault, Jakub!

Yes, it's my fault.

It's my fault.

It's my fault, my fault!

My fault!

We should have gone before spring.

Before the fight, before...

- Before... - I beg you...

Before... Moyshe.

- We should have left before Moyshe! - Calm down!

Stop.

Let's just go. Leave everything behind.

You'll forget about it.

We will mourn them.

Let's just sit now. Not for seven days, for a moment.

You hear?

Let's think about them.

Where are your sons?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

Don't you remember your children?

Don't you remember that you had two sons?

I do.

Dawid and Daniel.

What happened to them?

They're here.

In Israel.

Come home with me.

We need to bury father.

I already buried him.

When he killed mother.

We can fix everything, we can have a normal life together.

Let's just go home.

The funeral's in two days.

I'm not going.

Should I be afraid of you?

No.

But why that Jew?

It isn't true.

He's leaving, anyway.

- They will all leave. - So, father lied?

He lied all his life.

Look.

Where did you get this?

Want anything else to eat?

If I'm not back, go without me.

I'll catch up.

If you go now, you can stay away.

Over here!

Drop your gun.

Drop your fucking gun!

Drop it, goddammit! Shut up!

Do you love him?

Well?

You fucking love him?

Do you love this fucking Jew?

- Let her go. - Shut your trap, scum.

Fucking tell me.

Do you love this Jew?

- I hate you. - Who's better at it?

He or me, dammit?

I hate you so...

You are just like father!

Really? Fuck off, whore!

Get the fuck out of here.

Go to that fucking Palestine. This isn't your place.

Get the fuck out of Poland!

And take all those dirty fuckers with you, got it?

But this whore...

will stay here with me.

Forever.

And will be mine till the end, got it?

Fucking get it?

Yes or no?

- Jakub... - Shut up.

Now, fuck off.

Fuck off!

- I beg you! - Shut your trap!

- Jakub! - Shut the fuck up, or I'll kill you!

Our bags.

Dawid, I don't think father will make it.

He will, Daniel, you'll see.

Not too late?

Tate, you're here! I told you he'd make it!

That's it?

You took off and simply flew to Israel?

That's how it was.

What happened to your sons then?

I told you, they're here, in Israel.

They're just not around right now.

You're not in Israel.

You're not in Israel!

This will be a new life.

Totally different.

We'll be different people.

There will be no Emilia, no Jakub Szapiro.

There will be someone totally different.

But for a moment, this city was yours, Jakub.

There's our street!

And that's Okopowa Street!

You can see the synagogue.

Simon's Passageway.

Tłomackie Street.

There's Kercelak!

And that's our building, right there.

- See it? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Emilia.

I'm sorry, boys.

Jakub, what are you doing?

We're turning back! For fuck's sake!

Sit down!

- Sit! - Just turn the plane around.

Sit down and turn back I said!

- Easy! - Daddy, please, stop!

Jakub, I beg you.

WARSAW 1943

You don't remember where they are?

Who do you think this is?

Don't think about them.

Forget.

It's not your fault they had to stay in the ghetto.

Who do you think this is?

You still think it's Emilia?

It's Ryfka!

You escaped the ghetto with her!

You abandoned your family for her.

They died.

How do you know that?

Mom and Daniel died.

Like everyone else.

And I'm alive, like you.

Dawid?

You are Dawid?

Sonny...

I thought that you were all gone.

They are gone, dad.

Because of you.

You wanted him all for yourself.

Now you have him.