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"Why won't you gentlemen such tales recall?"

Adam Mickiewicz "Forefather's Eve"

present a film co-funded by the Polish Film lnstitute

LITTLE ROSE

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Warsaw, Summer of 1967

- Another pint and same chaser. - Oh, no, Roman. I can't any more.

A jigger for me and lemonade for the lady.

Beautiful...

There's no occasion...?

How do you know?

So I'll finally find out...?

I'm waiting.

I feel so happy with you....

The snack and jigger amount to...

Wedding and baptism photos, huh?

Funerals.

Reporting, Comrade Secretary...

The investigation is in progress...

A difficult circle to penetrate... We'll certainly double our efforts...

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir, I understand.

A month...

A summer retreat away Warsaw

... Days of tension and anxiety.

A violent escalation of the conflict in the Middle East.

On Monday, June 5, Israel started aggression.

Israeli fighter planes in combat with Egyptian planes,

defending airports and strategic targets on the Sinai Peninsula.

Other Arabic countries have given full support to Egypt...

The Israeli aggression toward Arabic countries

has met the applause of the Zionist...

I hate to listen to that clown.

Each and every Polish citizen should have

only one homeland - Polish People's Republic.

May Book Fairs

As every year, the crowds at the Palace of Culture

besiege book stands...

I've just arrived. What did you say?

When are you coming here?

There's a line waiting... I'll tell you later.

Yes... I miss you bad.

Kamila?

Yes, Sir. Coming.

It's you, Professor?

And it's you? Let me introduce... Miss...

Kamila Sakowicz.

Ms. Zarska - my acquaintance.

Miss Kamila plays a responsible role in our faculty...

I'm only a typist in the dean's office.

You often meet, I understand.

Excuse me, I have to go.

- You were to make a call. - Be seeing you.

Comrade colonel, Captain Roman Rozek...

Forget it.

I didn't know you were such a dancer...

May I know who your date is?

- An acquaintance. - Close?

No, not very.

Do you know this here?

- Certainly, it's... - I know who!

I don't want this Zionist shit to pour out unchecked.

You know where it will trickle first?

Down on my head.

Sit down.

A cigarette?

Stop it!

Stop it, you hear?!

Something wrong?

Sorry.

Dorota, come back!

Sir... My fianc I told you about.

- Pleased to meet you. Warczewski. - Rozek.

- Professor lectures at my faculty. - I've heard a lot about you.

Let's sit in with you.

Where's Ms. Roma? I haven't seen her lately.

Daddy quarreled with her.

- You have a rose for me too? - Dorota...

- With Donald Duck! - What do you say?

- Thank you. - Come back right away.

And your fianc's trade? Sorry, I missed the name.

Roman is in foreign trade. Has a managerial post.

- What's your line? - Leather.

- Trading leather goods? - That's correct.

- So you go abroad? - Often.

I'm happy to have met you at long last.

For four years I can't go abroad because I am denied my passport.

I keep hearing someone goes there on my behalf.

Finally, I've met that someone. I see him with my own eyes.

What a lovely weather today. Shall we go to the riverside, Roman?

Does he go to church?

Who?

That professor of yours.

I don't know.

It's Sunday. Don't you know if he's been to Mass?

How would I know? I don't go to church.

Find out, then.

What's your beef?

Nothing. He seems... fake.

- A very nice man and witty at that. - A hypocritical smart ass asshole.

Aren't you jealous of him?

Are you? A little?

He fancies you, right?

I don't know if he does. He's nice to me.

That's enough.

You can get close to him without raising suspicion,

talk to, pump him...?

I guess I can. But what is it you want?

Dorota, come back!

You have a gum with Micky Mouse?

Dorota!

I see that you're awake.

Daddy!!!

How many times do I tell you not to accost strangers?

Strangers... Fuck it! A nice guy...

Let's leave this place, please. All right? Please.

That wit of yours, Warczewski. His true name Janusz Wajner.

A Jew. A clever,

camouflaged Zionist, an enemy of People's Poland.

We have such intelligent, witty and nice a dime a dozen

in the ministries, on editorial boards, at universities.

Who pretend they want to do something for the country.

But in reality are ready to betray her at any moment!

They must be exposed and removed.

You understand what I want from you?

- Let go of me! - Kamila!

Please.

What's the matter?

They pressure me terribly at work...

I could go abroad, earn more...

Why, it's for us. Please.

Warsaw, Bookseller's Club

Augustine used to say that the Creator

had given man free will and an opportunity

to continuously choose between good and evil.

That's the choice the main characters of my novel make.

Isn't writing about history escaping from the reality?

- Maybe you simply lack courage? - Ladies and gentlemen.

I don't think I'm a man of exceptional courage.

There're certainly some here braver than me.

Maybe you?

My past is well known to those who root around

in someone else's biographies. I, of course, mean historians.

So it's no secret what I did during the Nazi occupation

than after the war, and why for some time,

eight years and three months to be exact,

I couldn't join in the building of the new reality.

Not of my own will.

You judge for yourself if that took courage.

Why don't you write about love?

In this matter, I'm afraid I lack courage.

Thank you.

- To whom? - To me, sir.

So many people here... What're you doing here?

I've come out of curiosity. I'm interested. Shouldn't l?

Well, why? I just thought

that girls like you have more interesting things to do.

- I studied Polish lit for two years... - And you dropped out?

It worked out that way. Next I finished a typing course...

Hence the dean's office.

I try to scribble something.

Very modest attempts.

Interesting. Why don't you show them to me?

I have an appointment. I hardly expected to meet you tonight.

All right. I understand.

We'll have an opportunity... to talk about literature.

Say hello to your fianc. Good bye.

Report... on September 26, 1967, I took part in...

Why so late?

Here.

That's what you asked for.

Won't you even peek?

What's this?

- What've you given me? - You told me, asked me...

Exactly. I asked you for something, yes?

You said yes. And what have you given me?

"During his soire Adam Warczewski talked about

his literary inspirations..." Some fucking crap!

Did I tell you to go to some stupid soires?

Don't you know a sharp operator like him

could camouflage himself, blather about inspirations

and obligations to take everyone for a ride?!

- I was supposed to get close. - To get close, fuck it!

To get close, you fucking get it?!

I'm not interested in what he says in public.

but when alone with pals, gets drunk!

That's why you really get close to him!

To twist him around your little finger.

You must get into his house, his sack,

be with him day and night till he spills something!

You can't carry out the task otherwise...

- Leave, please. - Calm down.

Leave. Don't you touch me, please. Leave!

Get out! Take your fucking things and get out!!!

I'll explain everything. Just give me a chance.

- Yes? - Not here.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Let's drive to my place.

Your place?

- Trust me. - You think I'm that stupid?

Just trust me one more time, Little Rose.

"Policemen and Security Service Championship"

Do you have... a gun?

I do.

Show me, then.

What for?

I've never seen one. I'd like to...

- Have you killed someone? - Come on....

Do you love me?

- I'm outta here. Bye. - Kamila!

Wait.

Sit down for a sec.

Write.

Hereby l, Kamila Sakowicz, pledge to cooperate

with the Security Service of People's Poland,

as a secret collaborator. To stay undercover...

I assume the code name...

Choose a code name.

Come on.

"Little Rose"

All right. Sign it.

Be seated.

I'm back from the Central Committee...

where I heard the question:

"lf all of yours are so smart and loyal,

where the fuck are results? "

Who needs your smarts and loyalty,

if we can't handle a handful of Zionists,

as every smart ass, writer, perfessor,

for Judas silver coins from Munich,

can do what he pleases and laugh in our faces?

That's the question I heard.

I heard there from very serious comrades

that there are no results in this Department,

which the Party expects of us,

because there are those who take hard pains...

... not to obtain any results! Malkiewicz!

- How many years in the firm? - Eighteen.

And People's Poland

has been trusting you all the time, yes or no?

But you haven't had the time to inform us

that your sister lives in a kibbutz. Yes or no?

So I don't have to tell you

where those who've betrayed our trust belong.

Who have been feigning being loyal,

whereas their loyalty has been somewhere else!

Rozek!

In my office! End of briefing.

Excuse me.

May l?

You gave me a scare, engrossed in...

Please. Certainly.

- Why reading that drivel? - It's a very interesting book.

Besides, I have to catch up...

When I met you, I decided to enhance my knowledge,

especially of our modern literature...

I may help you.

Really... you could?

Excuse me. Must be outta here. I've stayed too late.

While a drama is unfolding in the Middle East,

we have the feeling to be participating in a farce.

It reminds me of a familiar joke:

Then a Swiss soldier stormed in and stole a Russian watch.

- Or the other way round? - A joker, he.

We're led to believe that a Polish citizen of Jewish origin,

what he didn't even realize, is a dangerous "Zionist".

I'd like to fucking know who writes this?

I have the last analysis from reconnaissance.

The Mark comes from Warsaw intellectual circles

with contacts in academic ones.

Get the hang of it.

And have her work on it...

- What's her name? - Little Rose.

Exactly. Little Rose.

A good piece of advice, Rozek:

Our passions get the better of us

and your Little Rose is not a bad chick...

But they dish dirt that she's turned your head.

In our trade the head and cock

should be where they belong each.

Get my drift...

Yes, sir.

Comrade Colonel...

Come let's dance.

Sit down.

Won't you dance with your Mata Hari?

- You're drunk. - Let go of me!

Look, Kamila, it's been nice. but let's go home, OK?

Is this an order?

Stay put. I'll pay.

Don't worry.

- Be right back. - I'll wait.

Let's pull up our socks and grab our cocks.

- I'll sing you a song about love. - Beat it!

- Shall we have a good time? - Lay off.

- I'll lick your clit. - Beat it!

Let go of me! Leave me alone!

- She's a whore. - Roman!

You'll kill him!

Why, she's a whore!

A whore!

Leave him, or you'll kill him, Roman!

- Mr. Rozek! - All right.

Whore!

- You'll kill him Roman! - Mr. Rozek!

Let's go home, Roman, please.

Roman, please.

Hit it! Have a good time!

"50th Anniversary of the October Revolution"

I'm awfully sorry. My bus was late...

Never mind. Since the nation has waited 50 years

for this anniversary, what's these five minutes?

Here. This is what you lost.

- Thank you for taking the trouble... - My pleasure.

"Premiere of The Forefathers' Eve"

I hope you haven't peeked into the notebook.

- The temptation was strong. - Just scribbling...

You said you could advise

and nudge me in the right direction.

- But on one condition. - What?

I'll tell you what to read, or not to read rather,

and you'll show me your literary efforts.

- They're still so half-baked... - Let me be the judge.

If you want to read such exercises... A deal, then.

I'm very happy.

Oh, Adam! We weren't sure you'd come.

Why? I'm not dead yet.

Quite the opposite. I'd say you're starting over.

I've listened to the radio lately...

You don't say! What were they airing?

A Central Committee plenary session or a literary cabaret?

- They say you write skits for them. - No kidding, Adam. Not that radio...

The Seen from Warsaw. Don't tell me you don't know.

I don't know who it is,

but the guy cuts to the quick with a sharp razor.

If he's from here, congratulations on his courage.

Seen from Warsaw but aired from Munich.

That's courage for you. Excuse me.

They say whom God wishes to destroy,

he first makes him mad?

... Our young are in jail. They tell us to go to the ball.

I want to put my penknife in his belly. Or punch him in the kisser.

... They'll find a reason universities to crush

Cause the students - Jacobins. And to... eat your young.

He'll pay for the torment, So much blood and tears.

The czar has a kennel here. So what if this dog dies?

Let me kill him! The last warning!

- Let us cut off his crest. - To destroy all of us?

No wonder they curse us here, as a century has passed

of sending from Moscow to Poland a pack of bastards...

- Rascals, thugs, criminals. - I must deport you...

- Nobody will avenge us! - God!

After the show the Mark opined:

So they got the anniversary they wanted.

They've brought the matters

to such a pretty pass that a classic written

a 100 years ago sounds like a topical comment and political atire...

No wonder the audience...

- Please, I beg you... - No wonder the audience,

the young especially,

respond in that manner...

He wondered how the authorities

would drink this beer they've brewed.

About the young. Can we conclude

that the spontaneous reactions were controlled?

- What do you mean? - That the young were organized,

that someone motioned to them when to applaud,

- what slogans to shout... - I didn't notice.

You lead me to believe that those ovations,

at such moments, were spontaneous?

I don't know. Maybe not.

Rose thinks that those unrestrained

reactions could've been...

an organized action,

controlled by individuals like the mark..."

Sign it.

Roman!

Your coat...

Come on in, please.

- Daddy... - Aren't you asleep? Hello.

- You remember the lady? - Hi.

Forgive her. She's a bit wild.

I understand. She has it hard without mom.

Sorry.

How many books... Have you read all of these?

Of course not. What for?

Books are not there to be read at once.

First, they are beautiful objects.

Second, they are like friends:

it's good if they come in handy,

as you never know when they can be of use...

How beautifully you talk.

I was to show you what to read. Are you still interested?

Certainly. That's why I've come here.

Great. I guess you should

start with Milosz,

Herling,

and Cat Mackiewicz...

You've heard about those writers...?

- Yes, but have never read them. - I understand.

They have been banned. The authorities do everything

to erase their names from your generation's memory...

That's all for starters.

Thank you very much.

A glass of wine? I have something special.

With pleasure. Why not?

Please sit down.

Stop showing off! Off to bed! Quick!

I have this proposition. I'm older than you after all,

The first name basis? I'd feel younger.

Not that I don't want to. All right. It'll be very nice.

- How do you find it? - Funny somewhat...

- Funny? - But good.

No, it's all right. I was worried...

This is Haut-Medoc 1959,

which I brought from my fellowship...

- A pity we opened it... - Come on...

I was so poor in Paris then,

but spent my weekly allowance on wine.

So expensive but... sour somewhat.

- You really don't like it? - I like my wine sweet.

Wine is something more than a drink.

It's the fruit of the sun.

It's culture, civilization that brought forth

the greatest works of human spirit...

Excuse me.

This is the Polish Section of Radio Free Europe.

Here's another broadcast of Seen from Warsaw.

Throughout several weeks The Forefathers' Eve

at the National Theater has become something more

than just an interpretation of the national classic.

This is not about the director's ideas, the acting,

or even Mickiewicz's play.

It's not about what's happening on stage,

but about the scenes played in the audience,

which are the hardest nut to crack for the authorities

nagged by Soviet comrades.

This is the Polish Section of Radio Free Europe.

Roman?

- What's that on your head? - Curl-papers.

I've brought you a typewriter. You're a writer, no?

Here are your 'literary efforts', not to tire yourself...

What's this?

What're you reading?

I must bring myself up to speed. I must know about such matters.

You don't need to read this shit, nor drink this piss.

I'm very happy you've been awarded this prize.

Congratulations.

So you've finally bagged the old man.

Excuse me?

Watch out, my dear. First, our Adam is emotionally unstable.

- And second... you write? - How do you know?

- What do you think? - I've barely started...

Have no illusions that he'll help you.

I've seen many a young talent he took under his wing.

Nothing doing. I might be of great help,

or damage your interests if you stand in my way.

- Oh, Ms. Roma! - Excuse me.

- Welcome. - Excuse me, please.

This is Miss Kamila Sakowicz from the university...

The geezer has gone crazy.

Are all Polish women as beautiful as you?

... the mark, who has an excellent command of French...

Pro... provocation... communist...

"Communist provocation", "Jews. "

He used many times the phrase "The West must help us..."

- You've translated it yourself? - With the help of a dictionary.

Us...? He meant a specific group? Did he say anything else?

I don't know. In school they taught me Russian!

"After the evening wrapped up,

the cultural attach proposed the mark to work at the Sorbonne.

The mark turned down the proposal, as impossible to accept. "

How do you know?

He told me himself later.

All right.

Find out why he doesn't want to leave.

- I know. - You do, huh?

He said: "Why should I leave? They should first. "

- They? Who, then? - I don't know.

Maybe such as you.

Sure.

Roman, what is this?

Thank you.

Sign for it.

The people's homeland can be grateful.

You're good at it, you know?

Don't be so down in the dumps, OK?

- A bagel? - No.

- How about feeding the swan? - No.

Please... Let's sit down.

- Why here? - We'll rest awhile.

I didn't know you read that Party paper.

This is a priceless source of information.

- Daddy, he ate out of my hand. - Thank you.

Has anybody told you how much alike you are?

- Why, Dad is old. - I meant the character...

Tell me a fairy story.

I don't know any. Nobody has ever told me any.

You're deceiving me just like Dad. He doesn't know any either.

- Because he writes fairy stories. - They're no fairy stories.

How do you know? Ever read any?

- No. He won't let me. - Won't let you read his books?

He does, but they are very boring.

When I wanted to see what he was typing once,

he wouldn't let me.

And when some men come to him, I'm forbidden to enter the room.

The grownups must sometimes talk about their things...

- Dad says that they plot. - He told you?

Yes. But I wasn't to tell it to anyone.

You can to me. I won't tell anybody.

Good night.

I must be off.

I understand...

Your fianc...

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Have I hurt you? - I prefer not to talk about it.

Certainly. You never talk about yourself.

There's nothing interesting.

Everyone has something interesting.

You know many interesting people.

- Everybody has his... secret. - What secret?

I must go. I've stayed too late.

'The Jews in Polish Culture' To Adam Warczewski

'Man Among Scorpions'

'What the Stones Speak About' by Adam Warczewski

To Ms. Kamila

- Hi! - Hi.

Dad's not in. Will you come in?

I just wanted to return books to Daddy.

When will you come to us? It's been a long time.

When is Daddy's back? I have something important.

- Who's come, Dorota? - Kamila.

- Who? - Kamila.

He's in Krak�w for lectures.

Krak�w, Yagiellonian University, November 1967

In closing,

the famous sentence, that Cicero said once:

Historiam nescire hoc est semper puerum esse.

"To be ignorant of history is like always being a child. "

Nothing is wrong with it, I think.

To be a child means not to reconcile oneself with evil

and always to look to the future with hope.

Thank you.

What's this? A scar?

- A souvenir from childhood. - I know nothing about you.

It's hardly an interesting story. Not worth returning to.

You know what they call a virgin in the orphanage?

No.

She's the one who runs faster than they chase her.

Ever wanted to run away from here?

- Hi! - Hi.

- Your name day? - No.

Women receive flowers not only on special occasions.

- He's popped the question? - Dorota...

Go, Gwardia! Go!

Your place or mine?

I think it shouldn't be your place or mine any more.

- Someone could notice us. - I was asking where to?

I've been living with him since Thursday.

- With whom? - Warczewski, the mark.

No, Roman.

Fuck!

You think they're able to ban The Forefathers' Eve?

They can do anything.

Gotcha!

- I wondered when you did it. - What?

Catullus said, "Nulla dies sine linea."

Not a day without writing a line.

I was curious when you wrote yours.

Show me.

- Show me. - Not until it's over.

- What's it going to be? - A short story.

Maybe about us?

I'll become a literary character at last.

- Come on write... Tea? - No.

Get the fuck out of here! Fuck off!

Walk up to the window to see if the first star is on.

- I'll help in the kitchen. - Everything's ready, but if you're...

In the meantime, I'll have vodka.

Is this you Adam? Vodka?

- Why, we'll have herring, yes, Mom? - We will. So what of it?

- Fish likes to swim. - Filleted too?

My God... How long ago it was...

Our wedding.

My husband Karol, God rest his soul,

died well before the war.

Why should I tell you such sorrows...?

Something merrier soon. Take a look, please.

- What a pretty child Adam was. - Mom, please.

- Why, it's very interesting. - His baptism, first Communion...

- What's this uniform? - Austrian.

My husband Karol Wajner,

was a clerk at an Austrian post office.

- Presentable in that uniform. - When will Santa Claus...?

Exactly! Dorotka, run to the door and see if he has arrived.

He's not there.

He dropped in while you were away.

- Through the chimney... Look! - Presents!

Excuse me I must leave...

I promised someone, an elderly person...

Thank you for everything and Merry Xmas.

You didn't tell me.

Miss Kamila has a good deed to do.

You heard her. Does she have to explain?

I'll walk you...

Once again Merry Xmas. Excuse me.

- Kamila, wait. What happened? - Nothing.

Nothing? What did I do?

You did nothing. Adam, please... I'm just not ready yet...

- It's too early. - Too early?

He is important to you.

You are important to me. Understand it, please.

I just need some time.

I'll wait.

What is this?

"I've ascertained that the mark is not a Zionist

He is not a Jew at all. Wajner is an Austrian name

and the family's been Catholic throughout generations. "

Who's interested?

- This is the truth. - Bullshit!

- Either the truth or a lie! - Who are you siding with?

With me, us, or them?!

When we say he's a Zionist, then he is. Got that?

If they said that about you, it'd make no difference to you?

Fuck it!!! Sorry.

I can only wipe my ass with such a report.

Little Rose, the going was so good.

I thought that you were really up to something.

Don't do any nonsense and all will come up roses.

Let go!

Little Rose! I said sorry!

Warsaw, New Year's Eve 1967

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

We begin the countdown:

10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5, 4,

3, 2, 1!

Dear Comrades.

Our first response to this calender change of time

is expressed by the question:

What's this New Year going to be like?

What'll it bring to everyone of us, our country and nation,

to the world and mankind?

I wonder what to wish you.

You have everything: health, beauty, talent...

I'd rather wish myself

to see you by my side as long as possible.

You're a darling. Happy New Year, Adam.

I'm dizzy. Shall we go out for fresh air?

- lsn't that your...? - No matter. Let's go.

Hello! Long time no see!

Hello.

Happy New Year!

All the best.

May all your plans be realized.

How does the land lie in the leather business?

Excuse me?

In your trade. The foreign trade.

Thank you. Everything's fine.

- How you doing, Kamila? - Everything's fine.

We'd gladly drink a glass to our encounter,

but my pals are waiting.

- All the best. - Happy New Year.

Sympathetic. His taste, however, has deteriorated.

Could we go now? I'm not feeling well.

- Why? Already? - I have a headache.

- Pop a pill. - I want to go home, Adam.

Calm down. It's a New Year's Eve.

I'm going...

Kamila, wait!

Kamila! Ouch!

- Adam! What's wrong? - It's my leg.

Wait. Don't move. Can you get up?

The ideal has hit the pavement.

What's going on here?

I need help. He must've broken his leg.

- Your lD. - Can you call an ambulance?!

I said lD!

Adam?

What are you doing here?

Won't you say hello?

Get out of here.

I beg you. Get out of here.

Have you brought me a Micky Mouse gum?

- I've forgotten. - Go to bed, Dorota.

There's something to do.

Tell Little Rose that writers are planning an important meeting.

She must be there and put down every word.

How?

- They will need a secretary. - They have their own.

This is our business.

Say hello to her from me.

Go lie down for a while, OK?

- May I with you? - Yes, you may.

Hello.

And who are you?

I am... Adam Warczewski's wife. Excuse me.

You know I seldom speak in public.

I mostly stay home or go to cafs.

But this time I'd like to say something.

I went to a premiere at a theater some time ago.

Nothing special, you'll say.

But I've remembered that premiere very well,

because I'd taken a certain woman along.

It was a very important day to me.

Now let me, colleagues, ask you a couple of questions.

How many of you have had a sentence

or a fragment of your work edited out by the censorship?

Go ahead. We're in our own circle. Nobody's

eavesdropping or recording.

Those promoted to be writers have been left outside.

Excellent.

Now who has had his whole short story or article banned?

And a whole book or play?

Let's congratulate ourselves. We have a new colleague now.

A great Polish writer, dead for 100 years: Adam Mickiewicz.

Serves him right.

Even he got what was coming to him.

Writing his Forefathers' Eve 113 years ago

he was already scheming how to insult the Soviet Union

on the very anniversary of the October revolution.

But he miscalculated.

The People's powers that be saw through his scheming:

No room for such subversive literature on the national stage!

What seems incredible to us is a simple logic of history

he envisaged himself, writing: "Hands fighting

for the people, the people themselves will cut off.

The names dear to the people, the people will forget.

Everything will pass. After the fight, the storm,

the effort, quiet, ignorant, little men will inherit. "

Little ignorant men

appropriated the heritage of culture of this country,

because, in their arrogance,

they counted on ruling the people's hearts and minds.

But we see it today that they have failed!

There is no consent to the dictatorship of ignoramuses!

And this young generation is showing us

what Poland they want to live in:

without lies, censorship, and enslavement.

And we Polish writers must be with them!

We must tell them: "We haven't

been able to make our dreams of freedom come true.

That's why today we pass them on to you! "

You've overlooked an important sentence...

What?

I said I was with a 'certain' woman at the premiere...

- Not suitable for the record. - Quite the opposite.

Everybody must read that.

I'll be right there...

Working so early?

I have to deliver this. The deadline's today.

- Dorota's in school? - Don't worry. She's had breakfast.

I have to ask you for help.

I know you're tired, but I can't do it myself.

No problem. I'm going to town, anyway.

This is dangerous.

I'm an adult. I'll manage.

Remember the bench in the park,

where you and Dorota fed swans?

It must be put there. At 12:00.

- In a copy of the Party paper? - Exactly.

Thank you, darling.

Watch out.

"Seen from Warsaw" ...Radio Free Europe

A stenographic record and my last report.

- What do you mean last? - My last. And that's that.

Wait.

Leave me alone!

Get out you whore!

Nothing new has happened since the previous report

except a PEN-CLUB meeting, whose steno record is included.

P. S. I have decided to accept the mark's proposal.

Our wedding is March 15 this year... Little Rose.

I don't know how to put it...

We've known each other for so long...

Exactly. Spare yourself an introduction.

It may hurt. It's about someone close to you....

The woman with whom... Kamila.

Rumors have it, even more than rumors,

I'd call them reliable information that...

That?

That she is a Secret Service stool pigeon,

maybe even an agent. She informs on you, on us all.

- Especially on you. - That's not the point.

They say you want to marry her.

They purposely planted her, Adam. I'm sorry.

You won't provoke me.

Tell your comrades to make up a better tale.

Go, go now.

How much do they pay you for this? Make up a better fairy tale!

Warsaw, March 8, 1968

The mark's on his way... What do we do, Comrade Capt?

Get me smokes, Zawadzki. No filter.

No bread without freedom! Etc...

The police won't enter the university. Go home!

Please disperse!

Thank you, comrades! Thank you!

Gestapo! Gestapo!

Sir! Sir!

- You mustn't do this! - Go away, man!

You're violating the autonomy of the university!

Get the fuck out!

Willing to tie the fucking knot?

You know who your bride is you've been fucking?

I'll say when it's enough.

You know what your fiance is?

She's been our secret collaborator all along.

Code name Little Rose. Very romantic, no?

A good match for the old goat you are.

She squealed on your every word and move.

- Enough? Now marry her! - Nonsense!

Nonsense? Here you are:

Hereby, l, Kamila Sakowicz, pledge to cooperate

with the Security Service of People's Poland

as a secret collaborator.

Kamila Sakowicz, code name Little Rose.

... Quote: How the authorities

will drink the beer that they have brewed.

Here...

Fuck it. Read it.

I have taken Dorotka to Grandma.

You can't imagine

what's going on in town, because of the riots.

Buses don't run. I had to take a taxi....

Adam, do you hear me?

I've bought you a tie.

Something happened?

... of the 50th anniversary of the October Revolution

in our country. The Forefathers' Eve directed by Dejmek

brought about an unpleasant friction and was used

to undermine the Polish-Soviet friendship.

The taking off of The Forefathers' Eve

was used by reactionary and hostile forces to Poland

as a pretext for their dirty dealings.

Those who summoned the meeting of the writers

of Warsaw were not interested in obtaining

explanations concerning the taking off of The Forefathers's,

but to fuel a fight against the leadership of our Party,

against the government, against the people's power.

Both in the preparations for the meeting of writers

and the course it took and in the inciting

of the academic youth to riot,

one of the leading roles was played by Adam Warczewski.

His true name is Janusz Wajner.

One of the instigators,

he attacked everything dear to the heart of every true Pole.

The time has come to say clearly:

For such troublemakers and renegades as he,

there's no room in the ranks of creators of national culture!

No room in the socialist homeland!

Wieslaw! Wieslaw! Etc...

That Hitler was the way he was,

but he was really right on this count.

I'm not saying: take them to the gas at once.

But if they don't like it here, it's up to them:

Off to Madagascar or that Siam of theirs...

- Pull over. - What?

Pull over. I want out.

Here.

To the fucking Siam.

To Siam!

You will have time now to think all this through.

And more responsible individuals

will take care of educating the young,

those of an impeccable ethical attitude,

who understand better

what the socialist higher education expects of them...

- I understand, sir. Good bye. - Comrade President.

That's what you should call me: Comrade President.

You should understand.

In the present situation, the book cannot be published.

They've just called from the printing house.

- The printing has been suspended. - I understand.

That's not all.

I'm afraid that in such a situation

you will have to return the advance.

Hello...

Get the fuck out of Poland.

Captain Roman Rozek reporting.

What's this?

A motion to issue a warrant for Kamila Sakowicz's arrest.

As her supervising officer you claimed she was very good.

Kamila...

Sakowicz was a very good secret collaborator until...

Until what? She was re-recruited.

You have evidence? How sure are you?

- I just know. - You do?

Didn't she just try to marry the mark? And you're just jealous?

That's not the point, Comrade Colonel.

No? Then why did you blow her cover?

- I had to... - What?

Did you hear the question?

She... had crossed over to our enemies.

Our? Who exactly do you mean, Comrade Captain Rozek?

Or you should have said:

Captain Rozen, huh?

Listen Rozen. Not only

have you destroyed one of our best informers,

but also have lied

to your superiors about your true origins.

So who has crossed over to the enemy, Rozen?

- Comrades... - Rozen!!!

You are no longer a Party member. Our local cell has OK'd it.

Your weapon.

Weapon!

And your service lD.

You may leave now.

May they live to be a hundred...

Kamila, show me.

A travel document? Daddy said we'd get passports.

They'll let us cross the border with this too.

Come, we have to do shopping.

The holder of this document is not a Polish citizen.

What is a Polish citizen?

Someone who lives in Poland - a Pole.

- Am I not Polish now? - You are. Be quiet.

- Kamila, are we Jewish? - What's come over you?

- We're getting off! - This is not our stop!

We'll take a walk. Come. Excuse me, sir.

Look, what a beautiful rose! You don't have such, but I do.

Give it to me! Come!

Come!

Adam!

Warsaw, Gdanski Railroad Station

Repeat. The express train from here to Vienna is departing

from Track One at Platform Two...

You boarding the train?

Pressured by the anti-Semitic campaign,

by the communist powers that be after the so-called

March Riots of 1968, nearly 15,000 people left Poland,

including 5,000 scientific workers, almost a 1,000 college students,

200 employees of the press and publishing houses,

filmmakers, actors, writers.

And also many officers of the Polish People's Army

and of the Security Service (SB)

Subtitles by Jerzy Siemasz