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...and the sperm whale showed Jonah

everything there was down in the abyss and on the bottom of the sea.

The mighty spring

from which flowed the waters of the ocean,

the twelve paths of the Red Sea,

which led the Israelites out of Egypt.

Each tribe had a path of its own.

It also showed him

where the sea parted and waves rose,

as well as the pillars on which the world rests,

and Hell, with its lowest circle.

How do we know it was a sperm whale?

No other fish in the Mediterranean Sea

could swallow a man.

But a sperm whale, indeed, it could.

Time to finish.

- Stay well. - Same to you.

That's no problem.

If you can pay for something, it's an expense, not a problem.

You'll be eating dirt, scumbag!

And drinking piss!

Your old man went bankrupt, loser!

Szapiro's coming!

Did you see who that was?

Let's go. Trouble's brewing. We've got to see it.

Scram!

Punks like that should be in school.

They should.

We too roamed the streets as kids.

There's no better teacher than the streets.

This is no place for such punks.

Shit happens.

And then someone can get hurt.

The fight is in two days.

God always let Jakub win,

so he'll let him win his final match as well.

Hi, Kocot.

Morning, Mr Szapiro.

There is no God, so forget him.

Everyone packing?

Going to be shooting, boss?

We'll see.

Better not.

...one of the veterans of struggles for our holy cause is here today.

And now, comrades,

speaking on behalf of the Trade Union Association,

comrade Jan Kaplica!

WARSAW 1937

Kaplica! Kaplica!

Comrades!

Both men and women!

Five days ago, fascist airmen levelled the Spanish town of Guernica.

Our friends,

comrades and brothers,

fight in the ranks of International Brigades.

Under German bombs in Madrid!

They fight at Jarama!

And will continue to fight, until their final victory over fascism!

But the streets of our Warsaw

are battlefields too!

We too, here in Warsaw,

have to ceaselessly stand up against fascism!

Regardless of whether it wears the uniform of a German Nazi,

that of a Polish Phalanx,

or the worst of all, the tailcoat of a bourgeois pig!

Down with fascism!

Down with fascism!

Down with the Yids!

Poles buy in Polish stores only!

Poles see Polish doctors!

If they need a lawyer, they hire a Polish one!

All Jews do is live off our money!

Because they don't produce anything themselves!

Leeches!

There is no place for them in our universities!

No place for them in our courts and hospitals!

Get Only Yours!

G- O-Y!

Jews say,

"Your streets,

but our houses!"

- Will we let them say that? - No!

Will we let them spit in our faces?

- In our own country? - No!

That's why down with the Yids!

Down with the Yids!

Glory to Great Poland!

Glory!

Down with the Yids!

Jews don't produce anything? How many of them own factories?

Mr Szacki, a rally isn't the place to ponder

whether the capitalist is more productive.

Especially circumcised. Right?

The message is simple and radical.

That's how you imbue hearts with love for the homeland and hate for the enemy!

No use pussyfooting around them.

- We should push the bastards! - Hear that?

That's the proper attitude!

Mr Zieliński, nice to see you!

Down with the Yids!

Where's the Doctor?

Didn't show up.

Tough. Hold the line.

Leoś, no funny business.

- Not many of them. - Damn straight.

- Lots of them. - Lots but inferior.

Sons of bitches!

Get ready, men!

Now, they'll teach Mr Szacki a lesson in Bereza.

You seem quite joyful, Mr Kaplica.

Damn straight.

It's a beautiful day, a workers' holiday, so I'm joyful.

You're under arrest.

And what would that be for?

Those fifteen stiffs in the claypits, counts of extortion.

The list is too long.

All slander.

Got any proof?

No. Where would you get it?

This time, it's for leading an illegal gathering

and participating in a brawl.

Hands.

- Don't you value your time, pal? - We're not pals.

You can call me "sir. "

Respect the uniform, I wear it in the name of Poland.

Got it?

Commissioner, is this necessary?

It's Kaplica.

Take him away.

My deepest apologies, Mr Kaplica.

Orders.

Don't worry, boy, I understand.

Come, now.

Don't look.

Kocot, take care of the kid.

Use party funds.

And you, get the car from Lilpop.

Sonny, you know what to do.

Just don't start without me!

THE KING OF WARSAW

BASED ON A NOVEL BY SZCZEPAN TWARDOCH

Good morning, Prime Minister.

Are those sorry excuses for colonisers here?

- Yes, sir. - Let's go.

Prime Minister's office, Litwińczuk speaking.

This is Szapiro.

That madman of yours bagged Buddy.

- What's this about? - You have to fucking ask?

Ever heard of Jan Kaplica?

Czerwiński from the 12th precinct locked him up.

Deal with this urgently.

The PM is in a meeting.

For fuck's sake, do you know who this is about?

- I'll convey your request. - Don't fucking convey, get it done!

Understand, Litwińczuk? Right now!

Yes?

I don't want to complain,

but do you think it's safe, Doctor?

It's not that I'm afraid, though I am a bit afraid.

What you afraid of?

That when Buddy finds out, he'll blame me for all this.

You no worry about this.

I talk with Buddy. Understand?

And Buddy gives permission.

You show me.

And that is what?

Cocaine.

Numbskull! I can see myself that it is cocaine.

How much in kilogram?

How much cocaine?

Two kilos, Doctor.

Two.

You idiot.

Two?

Not seven?

It was supposed to be seven!

Absolute nonsense!

He tries to swindle me?

I know, Doctor, but they brought in just two last night.

Two is three times less the business!

What business is three times less the business?

Show.

Cut open.

Check, see if good like last time.

Maybe they mixed it with sugar?

Portion it up. And into wrappers!

It says here that in England buses are on strike.

How can a bus be on strike?

In Sosnowiec or Katowice, it's miners.

In Będzin, with Guttman, it's workers. But a bus? How?

Pantaleon, drivers are on strike, not buses.

It says differently here.

Buses are on strike.

And a strike in Hollywood.

What's Hollywood?

This movie place.

There'll be no movies. Good.

All they do is offend God in those pictures.

You're raving.

Go to the Baltic cinema, and see Camille with Greta Garbo.

It's a marvel.

The utmost beauty.

I'd take her and...

Good morning to everyone here.

Morning, Mr Sobenski, morning, Kuba.

Two coffee, two stuffed pastries, two vodka.

Everything in two to start, for myself and Kuba.

Right away, Doctor.

Today, everything will be in two, not in seven.

What can we do?

And Buddy where?

The cops locked him up.

He asked why the good doctor denied us his presence at the demonstration.

Had they seen your uniform, there'd be no shooting.

It's all politics, my Kuba.

And who will earn Polish money for a living?

Is it hot?

Cabbage stuffed.

I assure you once again, have no fear.

The PM remembers the colonial issue.

We all know Poland must be a maritime superpower.

Thank you.

They're all crazy.

Country folk just started living in houses.

Craps behind the barn. And they want Madagascar.

Why not Borneo?

Prime Minister...

that kike from Kaplica called.

Comrade Kaplica.

Yes, that boxer.

He says Kaplica was arrested by...

Give me Czerwiński.

Litwińczuk, PM's office.

His excellency the Prime Minister wants to talk to commissioner Czerwiński.

You heard me right.

Here.

Good morning, Składkowski speaking.

Enough of that.

Commissioner...

We cannot have it

that in free Poland

an old combatant sits around in a jail cell.

Well?

No one told you berks, you don't raise your hand on cops?

I'm not the one who fired.

What's the difference?

You or not you?

You're going to Bereza.

- Bereza? - Damn straight.

That Żwirski has already been there, right?

Didn't he tell you how great it is there?

How fascists...

get the treatment?

Mr Kaplica.

You can go.

You watch yourself there, boy.

Same story again, commissioner.

- One day the PM won't call. - One day we'll all die.

Don't sit here until late.

It's not good for you.

And the wife is waiting.

You know she isn't.

Right!

The wife ran away to Łódź with some bookkeeper.

Tough break.

RYSIO'S DOUGHNUTS ON KERCELAK

Excuse me.

Don't worry, dear friend Though fate twists your hand...

Please, approach!

Come, my children!

Here.

Everyone can eat and drink their fill!

The Party and the Association take care of the poor.

Mr Fuks! Good day! How's the wife?

Still beating you?

The Party and the Rifle Association take care of the poor.

The same pretend show every year.

Sonny...

- Why do it? - What show? Take it easy!

Listen...

Tell me, what are coppers for?

What are Polizei for?

Just for show! To disturb the business!

No, that's nonsense.

The policeman watches over the business, but that of the privileged.

And the government? Same thing.

They just make sure some bourgeois pig can sleep at night,

while his pockets get filled.

And for common folk, all the cops have, is a truncheon,

like tsarist police before.

The common folk have us.

Like a father and mother. Strict but loving.

Why do you think comrade Składkowski won't let coppers touch me?

Kaplica, Kaplica...

Drink to my health!

Tanned bodies Lying right there on the beach

All those faces, they look good to me

My children, here!

Here. Oh, no.

Thank you.

There you go, dear sir.

- Who didn't get it yet? Here. - Thank you, Mr Szapiro.

Why are you so pale, tell me true

Look! What a car!

Come on! Scram!

Janusz, look!

Oh, come on!

Just look!

Why so ostentatious?

This costs plenty Polish money. What's the use?

Take it easy, Janusz.

Why live if you cannot spend?

I paid 28 grand! There's not another one like this in Poland!

Now, everyone knows that Kaplica comes around here!

Why all the noise? Why the show?

Why?

'Cause I am Buddy Kaplica, for fuck's sake!

Damn straight!

Let's go.

Munja, wear this.

- Is it necessary? - It is.

You look great. Let's go!

Why are you so pale, tell me true

Those summer rules aren't for you

So, love won't come your way, my boy

Unless sun is something you'll enjoy

Thank you, Maria.

Prime Minister's office, Litwińczuk speaking.

Prime Minister, Kaplica. External line, of course.

Hello?

Comrade Prime Minister, I owe you one, as always.

Yes, you do, Janek.

Tell me,

do we have the rule of law in this country or not?

The copper's overzealous, what can I do?

They should lock up Phalanx guys instead of bothering old Kaplica.

I have a favour to ask you, for old times' sake.

What favour?

Various Polizei tell me

that drugs are popping up in the streets.

Lots of them. Some sort of cocaine.

Knock this on the head. For old times' sake.

Done.

So, what have you done with that kid?

I put him in an orphanage.

The street should be more aware

that the Party takes care of its children.

The dead woman wasn't in the Party.

It was a party demonstration, Kocot is right.

We should find the kid a family.

I could take him in.

Comrade, that's just nonsense.

What?

The kid should have a family.

And he would.

Meaning a mother and a father.

And not like, you know, you have it.

Which means?

Well, with two broads!

Comrade,

youth is the future of the nation.

The kid can be useful.

- You have to act now! - Kocot, you idiot.

She has more balls than yous and Pantaleon put together!

He'd make a top notch father!

Janusz, we need to talk.

Sonny...

This is between the Doctor and me.

The cocaine, it's a no go.

No? Why no?

Cocaine business is like no other.

Buddy made promise. Right?

Right.

But a higher power asks nicely.

Januszek...

no discussion on the matter.

Got it?

Buddy promised.

Come on, it's all good.

My dear Janusz...

Sit.

Let's drink.

Damn straight.

I haven't seen you here before.

You have never seen me here.

Where have you been then?

In Switzerland.

We're dangerously close to cliché.

In that case, how about we skip all the conventionality.

I appreciate honesty.

I appreciate it, but don't reward it.

Besides, it's the doghouse for you.

Master Kaplica is calling.

Sonny!

Get over here!

Come on!

Ladies and gentlemen! This is something I haven't seen before!

Jakub Szapiro,

star of the Maccabi, an idol of Christian and Jewish women,

who wins the hearts and cunts

of women of all religious denominations all over town.

And this Szapiro just got the mitten.

Maybe I should hit on her?

Hit on her all you like!

Lippy Miss Priss.

Seafood fished today in the Adriatic, delivered by plane.

I recommend the lobster.

We take it all! The working class is celebrating!

It's May Day!

"The boxing match between Jakub Szapiro and Andrzej Ziembiński

should be considered the main sports event of this year.

Not because of the spectacle which awaits us,

but because this will be the final match of the former,

erroneously called a boxer.

Szapiro, a lieutenant of the criminal Buddy Kaplica,

is a common racketeer, gangster, and hooligan. "

Now, you care what the papers say?

Szapiro is not just your name.

It's also your sons'.

I heard there was shooting.

There was.

Boss...

Take it to the garage, get it washed, have it ready for tomorrow.

Worker glory!

Worker glory, boss.

You don't like the cap, right?

Run along.

Hello?

For fuck's sake, when a man returns home,

shouldn't someone be waiting with dinner?

You'll wake up the girls!

Right.

You're like a Jew in an empty store. Almost a heathen, just like them!

What did you say?

You fucking anti-Semite?

My little girls!

How's school?

The nuns don't bullshit too much about church?

- Come to daddy. - Go to your room.

Now!

And you there.

Now! Move!

You can go now.

The gate downstairs, the flat, the basement, and the attic.

Come by sometimes, let some fresh air in.

When will you be back?

Who knows?

When it's safe.

Maybe never.

You should come with us.

- He will never leave. - Take the boys.

New York will be better and safer.

No one beats Jews there.

Mom, me and the boys are safe.

- Politics are always the same. - Not with Hitler.

Things are going in that direction.

It will be even worse.

Mark my words.

My beloved daughter.

- You missed the demonstration. - I said I would.

Right, the League is a military club.

If they saw you under a Phalanx flag, they'd kick you out, right?

Come on.

I need you at the meeting.

- Glory to Great Poland! - Glory.

So, who fired the shot and why?

Szacki's in jail, a woman's dead. That's bad press.

One demonstration is not reason enough to challenge Żwirski's leadership.

And what purpose does Żwirski's leadership serve?

Our purpose? Or Żwirski's personal ambitions?

I serve Poland.

And only Poland.

A great Poland, a Polish empire that will come to be

exactly through bloodshed.

No empire seems to be coming.

And who rules Poland?

Traitors.

That too.

But above all, Poland is ruled by old farts.

- They should be chased out. - How?

Be patient.

I need time.

That's all I ask of you.

Now, go.

Starting tomorrow, work as always.

- Glory to Great Poland! - Glory!

Remember to take guard!

Dodge!

That's enough, boys.

Jakub, finish!

- Let go! - Get him! Come on, wise guy!

Though guys! Little racketeers!

Eat up.

You too.

- He's younger than me. - And less experienced.

But he's agile.

And fast. Like an athlete.

He could rearrange my face.

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

You can handle it.

As always.

I'm serious.

So am I.

Morning.

Good morning, Mr Szapiro.

Morning.

See me in a hour, Mr Borowski.

And it all better tally up.

Goodbye, dear Jakub.

How many more?

Two, Mr Szapiro.

Dear Mr Szapiro, the thing is that my daughter is getting married.

Mazel tov!

My daughter is getting married, and my wife wants the wedding...

Cut the bullshit, Borowski.

Mr Shapiro, all of this costs a fortune.

I don't have the money, and my wife...

Listen, Mr Borowski,

who are you afraid of more, your wife or Buddy?

Dear Mr Shapiro, you haven't seen my wife...

Listen, Mr Borowski.

I don't give a shit about the wedding.

Tomorrow, bring that overdue 40 to Sobenski's,

plus 20 in penalty interest.

By evening, or we'll talk differently. Now, get the fuck out!

You have the money, Mr Bernsztajn?

Please, forgive me.

I don't have the money.

Have mercy on me. I sold everything from the house.

What am I to do?

I can't even feed my family.

I implore you, have mercy on a poor Jew!

Have mercy on my family!

Have mercy on a poor Jew!

I beg you, Mr Szapiro!

Give me one more month, please!

Just one more month, I beg you!

I told you...

not to borrow money from that horrible goy.

I told you so!

Szapiro is a Jew.

But Kaplica is a goy.

And his money brought this misfortune upon us.

Naum, do something!

Silence, woman!

She's right.

What did you say?

You silence mother,

yet before them you whimper.

They are rich, we are poor. And that's how it will be.

You went broke, not us.

Start praying!

No!

You were poor before you were born.

Nothing can change that.

Start praying!

I see you're training!

That's great!

How did it go today?

The money's there.

How are you feeling?

How's your form?

As always, I'll pull through.

You'll win easy. What challenge can a student be?

Ziembiński's a good boxer.

You'll win, like the working class.

I know who to bet my money on.

There's another problem.

Bernsztajn.

Poor stinking kike, lives on Nalewki, number 26.

He borrowed Polish money.

Secured against rubber shop.

And went broke.

Well, sonny?

Deal with it as always.

What can you do?

- Maybe this time... - Maybe!

Maybe this, maybe that.

There are rules. We have to do this.

They have to fear us.

Wait in the car.

Januszek?

What's going on?

People fear us anyway. Why hurt a pauper?

That's just life.

Otherwise they'll start thinking that they don't have to pay us back.

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.

- He has no respect for human life. - Not your business!

But I have to know that when I give the order, you won't hesitate.

Clear?

Do what has to be done.

Don't open!

At least they won't wreck the door.

Your husband.

Mr Bernsztajn...

No! I won't go! I won't go anywhere!

Everyone has his God.

The Jew his, the Catholic his.

But everyone has to have one.

Like every dog has to have a master.

Stray dogs go to the pen.

And pugs get tasty bites in the parlour.

Comrade,

religion is opium of the people.

- I don't believe in any god. - Not good.

You're like a stray mutt.

Who doesn't believe in God, will believe in anything.

Is life with God any better?

You shouldn't speak against the Lord.

Mr Shapiro doesn't believe in God either.

Right, comrade?

There is no God.

We are all there is.

Now, cut him up nicely. Give me that.

Denmark?

Copenhagen.

- Greece? - Athens.

- What is daddy afraid of? - Not a thing.

Why doesn't he want to box anymore?

He wants to, but he shouldn't. Romania?

- Bucharest. - Correct.

- Will we have to move out? - What got into your head, sonny?

Daddy gets our money from boxing.

When he stops being a boxer, how are we going to live?

Heard that?

What will you tell them?

The truth.

You will never tell them the truth.

I can change my profession.

Grow a beard, become a tzaddik. No one would recognise me.

We could always leave.

To New York, like your folks?

- To Palestine. Warsaw isn't for Jews. - This is our city!

Yours and mine.

What about that kike, sonny? Is it done?

It's done.

What a waste.

That's life.

There will be talk.

What is this?

Why he lecture Buddy?

Nothing to get upset about.

- Why he think he can? - Enough!

Come on, there are things to do.

Good day.

I already know.

I'm sorry.

Why does a girl like you

go out with a loser like me?

Where did that come from?

Why would you think that?

I like you a lot, dummy.

What would you do in my place?

He killed my father.

I would get revenge.

Cut my hair.

I'm no barber.

No matter.

Cut off my sidelocks.