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ASHES AND DIAMONDS

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Who's this guy again? I forgot.

Szczuka.

And what is he?

Secretary of the District Workers' Party.

Excuse me, sir.

Scram, kid.

Could you please open the chapel door?

You see? It's locked.

Beat it.

Maciek.

- What? - They're coming.

Maciek!

Okay! I've waited for bigger things.

- Hurry up! - Goddamn ants!

Get out of here!

Go!

Quick, they're coming!

The car's coming!

- Get his papers! - He has none!

Jesus and Mary!

Let's get out of here!

Wait, you stupid ass!

Where do you think you're going?

Wait!

What happened?

Two of our men were killed - that's what happened.

Smolarski, from the cement factory council.

- And him? - Gawlik. Same factory.

Young kid. Not even 20.

Just came back from forced labor in Germany a week ago.

Came back to meet his death.

So that's where the bastards were shooting.

Hey, call the police!

I think you and I were meant to be lying there.

- You think so? - Of course.

But it doesn't matter.

Excuse me, comrade -

My name is Szczuka.

So you're the Party secretary who was coming here?

That's right.

I wanted to ask you something.

Not just me. All of us.

Can you tell us how long people will have to die like this?

This isn't the first time. - And it won't be the last.

Does that scare you? - Everyone wants to live!

We've lost a lot of our people.

Did you know Smolarski had lost two sons?

One was shot by the Germans in 1939,

the other in 1943.

And now there he lies too.

And for what?

Who shot him?

Poles?

Tell us! How long will this go on?

I'd be a bad communist, comrades,

if I reassured you like naive children.

The end of the war isn't the end of our fight.

The fight for Poland and the country it's to become

has only just begun.

Today, or tomorrow, or the day after that...

any one of us could die.

Fine. We understand that.

But what do we tell his wife?

What should we tell her?

It's hard for me to talk about this,

knowing full well those bullets were meant for me

and not those two.

Now pull yourselves together.

Each must do his duty while he's still alive.

That's the important thing.

This is a special announcement.

Today, May 8, in the ruins of Berlin,

the German High Command signed

an unconditional act of surrender.

On behalf of the German High Command,

the unconditional act of surrender was signed

by Keitel, von Friedeburg, and Stumpff.

On behalf of the Red Army High Command,

it was signed by Zhukov, marshal of the Soviet Union.

So what's with him?

That guy.

No idea. He's supposed to be here.

Where does he get his information?

From his boss.

And who's his boss?

The mayor. That idiot is the mayor's secretary.

He works for both sides? I hate that two-way game.

Is he reliable?

- Is anything? - Those tanks aren't bad.

Polish tanks are ready to fight.

- Here he comes. - Look!

Hello, gentlemen.

- You're late. Any problem? - I had to change clothes.

You getting married?

No, I'm in charge of organizing a banquet.

- Give me that. - Can't see much. Too much light.

Listen, Andrzej, don't involve me in that type of thing again.

- Don't worry. - Information, fine. But not that.

That's enough.

- What? - Let's go.

- Where? - We're invited to a banquet.

Stop kidding around.

Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.

- Don't do anything risky. - Stop being a pain.

See you.

My respects, sir.

Look who's here!

My respects. What brings you here?

Duty, Mr. Kotowicz.

The banquet, right? You're looking for Mr. Słomka.

He's in there, arranging things.

A masterpiece! Take it from me.

Good evening. How are you?

I hope the mayor will be pleased.

He's particularly anxious about tonight's banquet, Mr. Słomka.

I know. It's the end of the war. An extraordinary moment.

A separate entrance to the washroom.

Very convenient.

How's everything, Mrs. Jurgeluszka?

Thank you, sir.

Things are quiet.

Doesn't look bad at first glance.

I guarantee you, sir:

It'll look even better when you taste the food.

Let's go.

- See that pretty girl? - Forget it.

Let's have a drink.

Good evening.

What do you have?

- Starovin or Jarzębiak. - Well?

Two small vodkas.

Miss Krystyna!

What is it, sir?

Krystyna is a beautiful name.

- Stop fooling around. - I'm not.

Drink up and let's go.

Two tall ones and two chasers.

Nice bar, isn't it, miss?

How late are you open?

We close at 3:00.

- You like violets? - Very much.

Me too!

Maciek!

- See that? - What?

Like Warsaw girls. Makes me want to stay.

- Then stay. - Easy for you to say.

No one's waiting for you.

That's just it. Why stay if no one's waiting?

- I don't follow. - Me neither.

It's probably the master.

Let me take that.

Yes, this is Mrs. Staniewicz.

I'll put him on.

- Major? - Yes?

This is Andrzej speaking.

I wanted to inform you that the matter's been taken care of.

Everything's fine.

Yes.

No complications.

Yes.

Good evening.

Do you have a room for Comrade Szczuka?

The Town Committee called in a reservation.

Of course. Everything's taken care of.

Room 18, second floor. At your service, sir.

Just a minute.

What's going on? Did you step out for a stroll?

Hold on. I don't understand.

So it wasn't carried out.

Yes, it's clear now.

That's unfortunate.

Very well. Come here at once.

- Thank you. - You have any cigarettes?

American? Hungarian?

American will do.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Wait for me in the bar.

Fine. I've waited for bigger things.

- You know the Staniewicz family? - Of course, sir.

Do they still live where they did before?

Yes, not far from here.

They have a phone. Shall I connect you?

Allow me.

Thank you.

Here's their number: 12-14.

And here's your key, sir.

What time is this banquet again? 11:00?

Yes. The car will wait for us.

Can I help you, sir?

For now, a pack of cigarettes.

- American or Hungarian? - Hungarian. They're stronger.

Thanks.

- I'll get your change. - No need.

Will you have one?

No, thank you. They're too strong.

At my age, with my cough...

- How old are you? - Sixty.

- You don't look a day over 50. - You're very kind.

Are you here alone? - For now.

A blonde?

Something like that.

You know, we're always short on doubles...

A single's fine. The more intimate, the better.

- Are you from Warsaw? - Where else?

Me too.

I used to work at the Savoy.

- On New World Street? - That's right.

Just two months shy of 25 years. That's a long time.

- You were there for the Uprising? - Of course.

Downtown until the last day. And you?

Here and there. First Old Town, then downtown.

You know, without our old Warsaw...

things just aren't the same.

It's like losing an arm.

The chestnuts would be blooming now

in the boulevards and parks.

Blooming, you say...?

I was thinking of a room on the fourth floor,

but it's crawling with bugs.

Take Room 17 on the second floor.

You deserve it. We Warsovians must stick together.

Any luggage? - Just this.

- That's not much. - I've traveled with less.

Here are my papers.

German-issued, I see.

Chełmicki, Maciek. - That's right.

Born in Warsaw in 1921.

Occupation... worker?

Just to fool the Germans. I'm really a student.

Thank you.

What are you bawling about?

Did the kitchen staff say something?

They're just jealous!

Well?

They killed Stasiek!

The bastards shot him!

Who's this Stasiek? Who shot him?

My fiancé, Stasiek Gawlik.

Dear God, let the bastards die a painful death!

Sit down. Why would they kill him?

How would I know?

- It's probably not true. - Not true?

Jeziorek was just here.

The cop? Probably just wanted vodka and got it all mixed up.

It's no mistake.

He said two people from the cement plant were shot.

I had a bad feeling and asked who.

He said Smolarski and Stasiek Gawlik.

I thought I'd die!

I felt this spasm inside.

"Shot dead on the spot," he said.

Seems they meant to kill someone else.

Those two died by mistake.

Drink. It's a shame, but you can't undo it now.

And stop crying.

I have some stockings for you.

You act nice...

but you want just one thing from a woman!

It seems innocent people died needlessly.

Pangs of conscience?

You think they're unwarranted, Major?

You know who was killed?

Workers from the cement factory.

The situation's very clear.

A mistake was made. It must be corrected.

Major, may I ask a question?

Go ahead.

Is it really necessary to kill Szczuka?

Lieutenant, you're too experienced a soldier not to realize

that as your superior officer I have the right to ignore that question.

I just thought -

I don't care what you thought. I'm awaiting your answer.

Yes.

I'm glad we're of the same opinion.

Nevertheless, I'll answer your question.

I understand your doubts. I'd be surprised if you had none.

It's a very complicated situation,

but the war years have taught us

we must approach these complicated situations unwaveringly.

No compromises one way or the other.

When did you join the Resistance?

1940.

And what did you fight for? Freedom for Poland?

Well, is this the Poland you imagined?

Lieutenant, you must be aware that your only remaining option

in a Poland such as this is to fight.

Where would you go with your past history?

All doors here are closed to you except one - prison.

I know.

Now, about this man who's been giving us trouble.

Who is Szczuka?

An educated man, an engineer,

a communist, and an excellent organizer.

A man who knows what he wants.

Just back from several years in Russia.

Now he's been named to the Party's Regional Committee.

You're surely aware of the power he'll have as first secretary.

Skillfully eliminating such a man

should make a favorable impression.

It would resonate

on the level of both politics and propaganda,

particularly now that the situation in our sector

just became much more complicated.

I just got word that Captain Wilk's detachment

was surrounded by the army and security police last night.

They suffered heavy losses.

Only a few managed to get away.

That's unfortunate.

But if I know Captain Wilk, he'll manage.

Unfortunately...

the captain was killed.

Dear friends, the colonel's wife puts us at ease here.

I can forget all the ugliness out there.

- I'm so glad, Count. - Please, no titles tonight.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

How's our business going? - Coming along nicely.

Are you certain, my dear?

You've forgotten that in times like these, nothing is certain.

What a pessimist!

Our friends will always be our friends.

We place our fate in your lovely hands.

You mean my husband's hands.

He'll spare no effort to get us out of the country quickly.

Then since it's getting late,

I propose we drink to the colonel's health

at the Monopol.

A Mr. Szczuka is here, ma'am.

- Who did you say? - Mr. Szczuka.

Forgive me, but I must leave you for a moment

to see to some tedious business.

I understand. Business is always so tedious.

Yet more and more impossible to live without.

How are you, Katarzyna?

You recognize me, don't you? - What is it?

You know I returned from abroad just a month ago.

I know. I got your letter.

I wrote three.

I had no news to convey.

I still don't.

Listen, Katarzyna.

In late 1941...

friends notified me that Maria had died

and that you had taken Marek.

You think I should have sent him to an orphanage?

I wrote you then that I didn't want you

bringing up my son.

I gave you some friends' names.

Did you get that letter? - No.

I got no such letter.

But even if I had, I can assure you

Marek would have remained with us.

You seem to forget that, despite everything,

Maria was my sister.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I wrote you that he was last here in October,

right after the Uprising.

- No news of him since? - No.

And that's all you can tell me about my son?

Listen, Katarzyna, he's just 17.

I know.

These days, boys of 17 are grown men.

And what kind of man did you raise him to be?

A good Pole, I can assure you.

Knowing your type of patriotism,

it's not hard to guess

what kind of man you raised my son to be.

But too bad. What's done is done.

But he's just 17.

I assure you that if he's alive,

sooner or later he'll be my son again.

It was nothing important.

Wait a moment.

This apartment isn't safe anymore.

- In a hurry? - No, I'm meeting someone.

- A woman? - Happy?

- Who? - You.

Me?

Why should I care? - You don't care about anything.

- I should hope not. - I don't believe you.

Suit yourself.

Then I don't believe you.

Must you stay late? - Until we close.

- All by yourself? - A helper comes in at 10:00.

- You see? - I see nothing.

When it gets busy, we two can barely handle it.

Here comes the woman you're meeting.

I see you remember him.

- Of course. He's very handsome. - Really?

- Let's go. - Well?

- Let's go somewhere quieter. - What did he say?

- Come on. - It's plenty quiet here.

Don't you like this little table? It's a dream.

Not bad here, huh?

It'll do.

Are you leaving?

Are you nuts?

I thought you were going to Warsaw.

What happened? Did Florian call it off?

On the contrary.

Then what do you take me for?

The type to leave a job unfinished?

Guess who's staying in Room 17 of the famous Monopol Hotel...

next door to you-know-who.

All right, Maciek.

Jesus, who's that idiot?

- Who? - That guy!

He has a stupid-looking back. - His front's no better.

Good evening.

- Your usual? - No, cognac for a special day.

You must have done some business today.

Artistic business.

How's the show coming?

Splendid.

Right this way.

Ladies and gentlemen, now for our artistic soirée.

Today we're celebrating a great day.

The war has ended!

And what better way to celebrate

than with the incomparable Hanka Lewicka!

Do you see those ruins on the hilltop

There your foe hides like a rat

You must, you must, you must

Seize him and cast him from the cliffs

And they went, heedless of danger

They went to kill and avenge

They went, determined as ever

As always for freedom to fight

- You remember? - What?

Drinks at Red's.

No.

You don't remember?

When was that?

You remember.

Stop fooling around!

- No? - I don't remember!

No?

Haneczka.

Wilga.

Kossobudzki.

Red.

Kajtek.

We're still alive.

Still, those were the days, Andrzej.

You think so?

What a life, and in such company!

What a great crowd!

What of it? They're nearly all dead.

Maybe so, but life was better.

- We were different. - Younger.

Not just that.

We knew what we wanted. - Perhaps.

- And what they wanted of us. - Now you said it.

It's simple!

What do you think they wanted?

They wanted our lives, and they still do!

But that's okay. We can afford it!

Enough theatrics.

It's easy to die. - Depends how.

- It's all we're good for. - Is that so little?

Pathetically little.

You're exaggerating.

You're exaggerating, Andrzej.

No need to take things so seriously.

The main thing is to find a way through this mess

without getting conned or bored.

What else is there?

Perhaps you're right.

Years will pass

Ages will roll by

But traces of bygone days will remain

And all the poppies on Monte Cassino

Will be redder from growing

In Polish blood!

Maciek, I have to talk to you seriously.

God, these animals make such a racket!

How will you handle our friend?

Don't worry. I'll manage.

Listen, I answer to Florian.

That's okay. I answer to you.

Everyone has to answer to someone.

There's just one other complication.

Don't worry. The order will be carried out.

What's the complication?

First, Florian doesn't want me personally involved on this job.

- And? - And I have to leave, quickly.

This is all news to me.

- I'm taking Wilk's place. - Why? What's wrong with him?

I'm just taking his place.

Another one down.

You said earlier no one was waiting for me.

It's true. Will you take me with you?

Are you serious?

Serious?

In this country nothing is serious.

But I'm used to it.

If you'll take me along, I'll go.

When do you leave? - Early. 4:30 a.m.

So you have very little time to take care of him.

Little time?

Let's see now:

That wake will begin around 11:00

and probably last about -

Three hours.

It's simple. He'll return to his room to sleep.

All right. I'll see you later.

Don't party too hard.

See you.

Alone now?

Unfortunately.

Your friend's coming at 10:00?

Yes.

So you could probably get out by 10:30, right?

You could say you have a headache.

Something like that.

- Miss Krystyna. - They can wait.

I'd like to pay.

They can wait.

The bill, please.

- Could you get away? - Suppose I could. Then what?

I'm at the Monopol.

Really? Good for you.

Second floor, Room 17.

- Are you sure? - It's easy to check.

- I only check my bills. - Is that all?

Yes, and they never tally anyway.

You really only check your bills?

Seriously, you can check. This will tally, I assure you.

Well?

Well?

I swear these violets smell better and better.

Room 17.

Second floor.

10:30.

I'll be waiting, I swear.

Miss Krystyna!

Here you are.

- Excuse me? - Your bill.

Just a minute, Miss Krystyna.

Miss Krystyna.

Just a moment.

Well, look who's here!

Enjoying yourself?

Excuse me, but I'm on duty.

It seems the illustrious Town Council

is displeased with the press.

I know nothing about that.

You didn't send me an invitation to your banquet.

Excuse me, but Mr. Pawlicki received an invitation.

Oh, Pawlicki!

I guess old Pieniążek doesn't count.

I'm sorry, but the mayor drew up the guest list himself.

Precisely.

My friend Świecki.

No! Mayor Świecki!

Why are you staring like that?

No reason.

Though something did just occur to me

that you might find of some interest.

Me? No.

What is it?

It's just a tiny little matter.

If my friend Świecki -

Excuse me.

Fine. If you insist. If my former friend Świecki

should go to Warsaw,

will he or will he not take along

his current secretary?

What? Do you know something?

Pieniążek...

knows everything!

Miss Krystyna...

two tall ones.

- What about...? - Two tall ones.

Let's have a drink.

No, I'm on duty, and if the mayor -

So much the better.

We should drink to the minister's health,

especially when on duty!

You mean it's true?

What ministry did he get?

- Health. - Not bad.

Damn! I wish it were foreign affairs.

So does he!

Here's to foreign affairs!

You think he'll take me with him?

Of course.

Shit always floats to the top.

Just watch where I'll be in five years.

I'll do that.

To the five-year plan.

How are you today, Mr. Słomka?

I'm always well, Mr. Mayor.

Hear that, gentlemen? Finally a citizen who's not complaining.

Forgive me, Mayor.

I know the editor, but not the other gentleman.

- Mr. Kalicki. - Exactly.

I'm not sure of his position - - What are you getting at?

But since you attach such importance to titles,

from now on you may address me as -

As what, Mayor?

Mr. Minister, I'm afraid, my dear Mr. Słomka.

Careful there.

Gentlemen.

Well done, Mr. Słomka.

But where's Mr. Drewnowski? Has he been here?

Yes, Mr. Mayor -

I beg your pardon. Mr. Minister.

Mr. Drewnowski oversaw everything

and expressed his satisfaction.

Where is he? He should be here.

You want an appetizer?

No?

No matter. But tell me:

What exactly do you want?

Everything!

Loads of money.

- That you'll have. - You bet I will!

I'm fed up with being poor.

Miss?

Two more.

- Who is it? - It's me.

Were you sure I'd come?

Yes.

And you know why I came?

It's simple.

I could never fall in love with you.

What?

You don't want to fall in love? - With you?

- In general. - I'd rather not.

- On principle? - Why complicate life?

Life gets complicated on its own.

So why complicate it further?

What?

Tell me something about yourself.

Why?

On second thought, I will.

I lived in the country, on my parents' estate.

- Before the war? - Yes. Near Poznań.

- And then? - We moved to Warsaw.

- We? - Mother and I.

The Germans arrested Father right off.

- Did he die? - Yes, at Dachau.

What else...? That's about it.

- Is your mother alive? - No.

She was killed in the Uprising.

Any other family?

Fortunately, no.

- Fortunately? - Cuts my losses.

It's true.

What about you? No family?

None whatsoever.

Will you stay here long?

I suppose for now.

- And after that? - I don't think that far ahead.

You know, I wasn't sure you'd come.

You don't even know me.

You don't know me either.

Come on, let's go.

Did you invite me or not?

Are you the minister's secretary or aren't you?

I invited you, but not on that side.

Both sides are good.

From today on, there's just one correct side.

Rubbish!

You can go from one side to the other.

Both sides are good!

- Will you take Drewnowski with you? - Of course.

Evening, comrade.

He's a fine young man who's climbing the ladder.

I'll make someone of him.

- Will I be a director one day? - Of course!

You'll be a director! Now come along!

I'm gonna be a director...

This way, please.

Mrs. Jurgeluszka!

Mrs. Jurgeluszka!

Poland has blown up!

It's blown up!

Where are the directors going now?

To the banquet!

I'll lead you on to a bright future!

What's the meaning of this? Where have you been?

What's that scoundrel doing here?

It just sort of happened.

I just thought, Mr. Mayor -

Sorry. Mr. Minister.

I thought the press -

What's this nonsense? What's wrong with you?

Congratulations, Mr. Minister.

On behalf of the democratic press...

hip, hip, hurrah!

This is an outrage, Mr. Drewnowski!

It's a happy day indeed.

Congratulations.

Best wishes.

Comrade Szczuka, this is Comrade Wrona, head of security.

I can't even look you in the eye after this morning.

I thought it would go differently in the forest.

At least we're out of the forest now.

Welcome, comrade. Please come in.

Good evening.

- Out of my way. - You won't leave?

No! Is this a democracy or not?

Please be seated.

Please.

Just you wait!

Are you threatening me?

Who kissed ass before the war? - Shut your foul mouth!

You didn't kiss up to Sanacja? Tell me you didn't!

- What about you? - Sure I did.

Poland has blown up in our faces.

- I'll be a director. - You'll be a director.

- There are still too few of us. - We need to win more people over.

- But who? - The nation.

You've been drinking, haven't you?

Of course I have!

And you should be drinking too.

Enough now. Hush.

I hate these affairs. They're for the bourgeoisie.

- You don't like them? - No.

Don't worry.

One day you'll like them!

Quiet!

Mr. Świecki...

the minister.

My dear comrades and citizens...

today...

May 8, 1945...

is a great day for liberated Poland.

How are things, Mrs. Jurgeluszka?

They're giving speeches.

The minister himself is speaking.

Anyone gotten sick yet? - It's too early for that!

Everything at its proper time.

First the speeches.

Then people come running here.

- I think you'll do well today. - I think so too.

It's probably someone's birthday.

What are you talking about? It's no one's birthday.

An anniversary, then.

What are you babbling about?

It's all for Poland!

Know what just occurred to me?

We only met a few hours ago,

yet I feel like we've known each other much longer.

Tell me...

What?

What are you really like?

What do you mean?

You seem different than earlier.

Is that bad?

Good Lord! I don't think it matters.

It doesn't matter at all?

Are you cold?

A bit.

- Okay now? - Better, anyway.

Why do you always wear those dark glasses?

A souvenir of unrequited love for my homeland.

It's nothing, really.

I spent too long in the sewers

during the Uprising.

You know?

No, don't.

Why not?

I don't want to. There's no point.

Why?

Don't you see? You'll be leaving.

I don't want any good-byes or memories

to leave behind when this is over.

Not even happy memories?

Not if memories is all they'll be.

You have your life, and I have mine.

We met by chance...

and that was nice.

What more can we ask for?

What is it?

Nothing.

I think our neighbor is back.

It's awful how you can hear everything here.

Awful.

Hold me.

You have any cigarettes?

Of course. American or Hungarian?

Hungarian, please.

Here you are.

Thank you.

- What are you doing tomorrow? - You mean today.

It's already today.

Let's spend the day together. What do you say?

You already know my answer.

- Where were you captured? - In the forest.

- Wilk's gang? - Captain Wilk's detachment.

- Your name? - Krzysztof.

Is that it?

Krzysztof Zawadzki.

Your name?

Turn around.

How old are you? - 100.

How old are you?

101.

Do you have to go?

I should. Lili will kill me.

See you.

Could I get a light?

Certainly.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Stay with me for half an hour.

All right?

All right.

It's begun to rain.

Here.

What are you thinking about? Don't want to say?

I was just thinking about something...

I shouldn't think about.

But that's over.

Don't look so reproachful. - It's not reproach.

Then what?

You still don't know?

It'll be pouring soon. - Want to go back?

No.

God! Life can be so beautiful sometimes.

Knock on wood!

- It was just a wish. - Knock on wood anyway!

We're marching to fight

For our homeland

Life is dangerous.

Let's hide in there!

This way!

You're not cold?

Look. An old crypt.

An inscription.

"So often...

you are like a blazing torch...

with flakes of burning hemp falling about you.

Flaming, you know not whether flames bring freedom or death...

consuming all that you most cherish.

Will only ashes remain, and chaos...

whirling into the void..."

It's blurred. I can't read it.

It's by Cyprian Norwid.

"Or will the ashes...

hold the glory

of a starlike diamond...

the Morning Star of everlasting triumph..."

That's beautiful.

"Or will the ashes hold the glory of a starlike diamond..."

And what are we?

You?

Definitely a diamond.

Listen.

I have to tell you something.

- Nothing sad, I hope. - No.

Actually, I'm not sure.

I don't know.

You know...

I'd like to change certain things,

organize my life differently.

But it's hard to talk about.

You don't have to. I can guess.

- Really? - Is it so difficult?

You know...

I hadn't thought about lots of things till now.

Life just always worked itself out somehow,

and the point was just to survive.

You understand? - Yes.

I just want to lead a normal life, continue my studies.

Maybe go to a technical institute. I have my high school diploma.

What about you?

You weren't going to talk about sad things.

Was that sad? Should I knock on wood?

God, if I'd known yesterday what I know now...

I probably wouldn't have come to your room.

You know...

I didn't know what love was until now.

I really didn't.

My heel.

Where?

Don't worry. I've mended bigger things.

What's this?

Who are you? What are you doing there?

You expect me to find a cobbler for the lady at this hour?

Shame on both of you!

This is how young people act these days!

Can't even respect the dead.

- What? - Don't you see?

You act so happy,

while two people murdered today lie there next to you.

Maciek, what are you doing?

Come in.

Where was this?

You don't remember?

I got very drunk that night.

This damn wine is treacherous.

Yes. It was Albacete.

Our first days in Spain.

Grabowski died in the woods...

and Kubacki in France in 1944.

You remember there were 36 of us at first?

And who's left now?

Those were good times.

There will be good times again.

I don't know what to think anymore.

I'd impose a little order fast.

That mob down there doesn't represent all of Poland.

I know...

but that doesn't make it any easier.

I don't know how to wield power.

Listen to me, Franek. Don't even try to learn.

There's so much suffering and injustice,

so many tears in this country.

Everyone bears some burden or other.

Learn to understand.

What's there to understand?

German.

Did you find them?

No, but we will.

Some of these are English too.

At close range...

there isn't the slightest difference.

Let's get some sleep.

We'll deal with all this tomorrow.

It'll be a nice day. The rain has stopped.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

When are you leaving?

Probably tomorrow.

But maybe I could still change things.

Change what?

Various things.

Could you?

Maybe.

Were you out buying yourself flowers?

Listen, I want to speak to you seriously.

I think we've already spoken seriously.

Well?

- You know I'm no coward. - And so?

Try to understand. I can't go on killing and hiding.

I just want to live. You've gotta understand.

I don't have to do anything.

Are you speaking as a soldier or a friend?

- I don't understand. - Because you don't want to.

I can only speak to you as your superior officer.

You took this on yourself. No one forced you.

- You're my only friend - - Cut the melodrama.

You've fallen in love. That's your business.

But to put your personal affairs before our cause -

there's a name for that.

- I've never been a deserter! - What would this make you?

You wanted this job. You took it on yourself.

Don't you see? People can change. I'm not running away.

But you want to.

You want me to say, "You're in love. Do as you like."

How many times have we seen action together?

What if you'd fallen in love then?

How about during the Uprising?

- That was different. - No, my friend.

You keep forgetting you're one of us.

And that's what counts.

Now you've done it. You can say good-bye to your career.

Get lost!

You'll sing a different tune tomorrow. The minister will give you the boot.

I don't care.

The bastard's going to give me the boot?

Life's like a house of cards.

Have a drink, sir.

Have a drink.

No. I'll do it myself.

Half out of your mind?

Don't worry. I want to live.

I'll be waiting for you.

Remember: 4:30.

No.

Then here's where we part ways.

I doubt we'll ever meet again.

Only one of us will be proven right.

See you.

Do you believe in all this?

Me? That's of no importance.

Please buy some violets, sir.

Zośka, go home.

When things quiet down, that's good news.

Come in.

Forgive me, Comrade Szczuka.

I have an important message from Major Wrona.

Do you have a son, comrade?

Marek, 17 years old.

- I have bad news. - What's wrong?

He was part of Wilk's gang. He's in custody now.

Major Wrona's sending a car. The porter will notify you.

Very well. I'll wait. Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you know the name Wilk?

No.

What did you do during the Uprising?

I shot Germans.

And now you shoot Poles.

And you shoot sparrows.

- Porter? - Yes.

A car will arrive soon.

Notify Comrade Szczuka when it does.

Szczuka? Ah, Room 18. Very well.

Our patience has been rewarded.

Here's to Warsaw.

It's a lovely night for a stroll before I leave.

You're leaving already?

I'm afraid I have a jealous wife.

Stop it! You're hurting my ears!

Gentlemen, time to go home.

Just a moment, gentlemen.

Music! I want to dance!

Un moment.

Are you artists or aren't you?

At this time of night? Director, please...

Time should be irrelevant to a true artist.

I demand absolute obedience.

- It's no use. - We've never played that before.

I'll accept no excuses.

In A-major, young man.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the last dance - in A-major!

What's wrong?

Nothing. I have to leave.

Now?

My train's at 4:30.

You weren't able to change things?

No.

Not another word.

Don't say another word.

Just go!

Wonderful! Fantastic!

And now... a great discovery!

A salute to the new day!

A brilliant idea.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a polonaise!

Gentlemen!

In couples, please.

Anyone opposed? No one.

I proclaim universal agreement.

Quite the happy bunch.

If we could only celebrate a Warsaw not in ruins.

Well, as long as I'm here,

you can count on a nice room.

Thank you. Bye.

Sir!

Give my regards to Ujazdowska Parkway.

How's it going?

Come here.

Put that inside.

Changed your mind, did you? - What's this for?

Want to be a hero now?

You only came because you got fired, you stupid ass!

What was that for?

Maciek, stop!

What are you, crazy?

He has a gun!

Stop or I'll shoot!

- Careful! He's armed! - Where'd he go?

- He can't have gotten far. - I saw him!

This way!

THE END