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Bronisław Budny.

You quit college.

That's correct.

I'd rather make history than just study the past.

That sounds really big.

The Ministry of the Interior training completed with flying colors.

“Capable of grasping the complexity of issues and solving them.”

Very well.

We need people like you.

Have a seat.

Have a sweet tooth?

Who doesn't?

Good.

Very good.

Sit down.

Here you go.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

- What's your attitude towards the Church? - Negative, of course.

Could you elaborate on it?

The Church subjugates people, luring them with the promise of heaven.

It's still influential enough

to be a stumbling block to socialism in Poland.

Propaganda language.

Smooth, but bookish.

And in your own words?

My own?

After the war, I ended up in an orphanage run by nuns.

They managed to put God out of my head.

I see.

Here's my offer for you, Budny.

- Department Four. - Anti-state activities of the clergy.

Are you in?

Absolutely, Comrade.

Wojnar.

All right, I'm coming.

Let's see what you can do.

I need a report on one padre.

A new bishop, barely known to us. Fill in the blanks.

I'll do my best, Comrade.

The chocolate.

For your sweet tooth.

…some gym to wake you up.

Put your left foot forward while lifting both arms.

One… two… three…

Office B operations area.

Here, agents get ready for their tasks.

Changing for better or worse.

Trying out different looks. All sorts of attire and props.

Until fit to do their job.

You, dear students,

are constantly searching for the truth.

About yourselves and about God.

The search for God makes our lives meaningful.

You think you've found Him?

Got to know Him thoroughly?

This can be a crisis of your faith.

Certainty may be confusion in disguise.

It is fundamental

to realize that God is more than an institution,

a point of reference,

power and might.

He is above all a person.

That's what you need to discover.

Bye.

Excuse me.

Well?

May I take a photo of you, miss?

Miss?

It's your pickup trick?

Okay, then…

Let's skip the miss.

What do you think?

You're very gifted.

Don't exaggerate.

Could you…

If you do it too.

Your piece for mine.

- Well? - He organizes excursions for youth.

He's popular, knowledgeable, eloquent.

But lacks experience.

He's only 38.

Poland's youngest bishop ever.

All in all,

we're not happy with this nomination.

- It was Baziak who put him forward. - Who?

Bishop Baziak.

- The head of our Archdiocese. - What were his arguments?

Said he needed a hard worker.

Wojtyla has a good knowledge of Communism and working class issues.

So he's perfect for this job.

You're half an hour late!

- The boss couldn't care less. - Yeah, sure.

Your Sunday best? What's the holy occasion?

It's a story of Ludwika, who together with her father will be catching the 10:03.

At they'll reach the Dychawice station

And by half past they will have arrived in Kry

Attention, passengers. Warsaw Station. For your convenience

we have introduced

special ticket boxes. Please use them to dispose of your tickets.

Enough of political cabarets!

Of those abstract jokes, suspicious tricks,

absurd hints and all that blah.

Enough of that artistic deviation!

Away with the false scenic illusion

that leaves so much to be desired.

Take Majewski.

His yield per hectare is such a heavy load

that the guy gets loaded every night.

Let's plow our hectares like Majewski!

Let's stop dreaming of Tahiti

with its vulgar eroticism

and red-hot Dadaism.

Excuse me! You there!

Not taking any notes tonight?

I see, you're recording!

No?

You got a backup, then!

Excuse me!

Any more DICKs here?

Discreditable Info Collecting Knuckleheads?

We arrive and we go

tiptoeing lightly away.

We brush and wipe our shoes, our faces,

so as not to leave a trace,

so no trace is left to stay.

Our cities, our houses

sway, unable to break loose…

And so on, across the lawn.

Why am I singing this, I don't know, why this tenderness in my voice…

Let's go?

Sneaking out.

No, no, no!

No way.

Police! Stay put.

Why this long face, Bogdan?

Bronek.

- What did you ask? - What you do for a living.

Supplies. I'm with the Iskra.

Bronek is a photographer.

That too.

He's very good at it.

You mean it?

So good that… I don't know what to say.

In that case… Come on, take a picture of us!

I haven't got my camera.

We arrive and we go

tiptoeing lightly away.

We brush and wipe our shoes, our faces…

They threw an after party, but nothing much,

small talk, drunk pranks.

What about your date?

She's a fine arts student.

- Helps them with stage design, that's all. - Could be a good asset.

If handled properly, she'd be a good source of information.

I'm on a top priority mission.

- And I'd rather not blow my cover. - That hinges only on your skills.

- That's right. - If he says he can't,

it means he can't.

I've got something for you, Budny.

Do you know how to go about it?

Bronek.

Stop!

I'm dropping you.

- No! - Into the water!

What's this?

Will you marry me?

You kidding me?

Will you?

- Who does he dictate to? - Writes himself.

From eleven o'clock, he'll see people on an individual basis. Until lunch.

- Any women? - No.

- Housekeeper? - His aunt Stefania, his father's sister.

Hi.

- Anything else? - Yes. But it's personal, Comrade.

Go ahead.

- I need your permission to get married. - What's the hurry?

You don't buy a hive to get the taste of honey.

- Who is she? - That fine arts student, Marta.

Her parents?

Father West-friendly, freed in amnesty.

Enough to mess up your CV.

She's pregnant. Her folks are holy Joes.

Giving her a hard time. They won't accept a commie.

We won't leave you out in the cold. Apply in writing.

Thank you.

Put your leg down, bring shoulders back.

One, two, three, four…

As you see, we can do our workout without a television set.

Who did I marry?

It's a new workday. Pickax and crowbar at the ready. Heading to Nowa Huta.

How many windows and floors today?

Homes for the workers of the plant are a visionary project of architects.

One without basements and attics.

The recent developments within the confines of your parish

are truly heartbreaking.

We need, first and foremost,

to restore your peace of mind and heart.

We have negotiated today

with the municipal authorities

and have their promise that the cross put up in May 1957

will stay where it is.

Christ is our king,

always and everywhere. That's our knightly banner.

And with this guidepost we'll never get lost,

it's our precious ray of sunshine.

Hold it.

Move a bit closer.

Over here.

Okay.

You are beautiful.

Watch out.

Keep off, outsiders.

One more, okay?

- Why do you go there? - Where?

Kanonicza street, where else.

We're trying to be kind

- and you're playing the fool. - I really don't know.

Come on, I'm asking a simple question what's there between you and Wojtyla?

We know you're seeing each other.

You met and talked yesterday.

He hugged and kissed you goodbye. Looks like very close ties.

What's it all about?

I'm dying.

The doctors are helpless.

What happens to her?

- My husband… - Walked out on you, we know that.

Is Wojtyla going to take care of her?

Was that what you talked about?

What did he tell you?

To trust in God.

And to keep the faith.

Hi.

What's wrong, honey?

You tell me.

Tell you what?

You're never here.

And when you are, your mind is somewhere else.

Is there another one?

Another who?

I don't know.

Another one.

Lover.

Marta, please!

How come it's ever occurred to you?

I skipped a class and went to the Iskra.

Oh, yeah?

What for?

- I was looking for you. - And what did they say?

That there's nobody named Bronek Budny.

They're a bunch of idiots.

The thing is…

…I‘ve been promoted.

It was to be a surprise.

Promoted?

You ruined my surprise.

Did you hear, little one?

I wonder if I'm heard.

You bet!

Hey, it's your daddy.

Bronek.

I have a checkup tomorrow. Will you take me there?

Why, of course.

…blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God…

Hey, what are you doing?

Leave the cross!

Well done!

Bravo!

They keep saying

that it's a people's country with us, the people, ruling.

So we, the people of Nowa Huta, want to have a church here!

Hey, folks! This one here is up to something. He's a stoolie!

Get him!

Get the fuck out of here!

We won't forsake the lands of our brood

We won't allow our speech to be entombed

- We're the Polish nation, Polish kin… - Please disperse!

Disperse!

Please disperse!

Please go home!

Riot cops!

Gestapo!

You'll be okay.

I got too close to them.

They hurl tiles, motherfuckers.

Scoundrels.

We must have them by the balls, or they'll eat us alive.

Order!

Gestapo!

Gestapo! Gestapo!

Order, please!

Line up!

Unlock! Reload!

Everybody go home!

Fuck!

Order, please!

So help us God!

Aim! Fire!

Shit!

Fuck!

- At the crowd? - They asked for it. It's a war, isn't it?

None of your fucking business.

I'll be around.

Hey, hold your horses. There was a phone call for you.

How's she?

Can't say yet.

We have to wait.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Congratulations. Thank you.

- Congratulations. - For the glory of the homeland!

Congratulations.

- Congratulations, Comrade. - Thank you.

Congratulations, Budny.

Almost there.

Just a moment… Here we go!

How did you get it?

My bosses appreciate my work.

Come. Come on.

So?

To the new life.

Someone cover for me.

Redhead! Come on!

- So how far into it are you? - Introduction and Chapter 1.

- Difficult. - Of course.

Still here?

Especially his “Treatise on the Predestination”…

- Don't you have any private life? - I sure do, Comrade. But…

It's too exciting to stop, huh?

That's right.

Tell me what you're working on.

By the way…

I've spotted a potential agent from Wojtyla's circle.

Yeah, it's him. Father Michal Socha.

He's writing his PhD thesis under Wojtyla's supervision.

Do we have something on him?

No alcohol abuse, no women…

nor men.

Then what's your recruitment plan?

He wants to continue his studies in Rome.

Wojtyla is very supportive.

In the long run we could use him not only as a source,

but also to influence the curia's activity.

I see. A prospective agent, so to speak.

I think so.

Good.

Very good.

- You have my blessing. - Yes, sir.

Take it, Budny.

For your tea.

- And one for your wife's. - Thank you.

Enjoy.

Glory to work!

Glory to work.

Be good to me and I'll be good to you.

We won't do you any harm.

Come on.

You want it.

I can see it in your eyes.

Let's pull this frock up.

Help!

Someone help me!

Come along.

No, no, no.

No!

No! Please!

Sit straight.

Straight!

You think you're where? Having tea with the bishop?

Perhaps you feel like a nap, like in a confessional?

If I could, I'd do this to scum like you.

But our socialist homeland gives you a chance to plead guilty

and reveal the truth.

I'm all ears.

Who else is in the organization?

What organization, for gosh sakes?

Quit playing with us. We'll break you, dick.

Put you through the wringer back and forth.

Until you talk or we get bored.

Once more, from the start.

First and last name, date of birth, address, occupation.

Comrade…

At last. I'm fucking sick and tired of this prick.

No violence, I asked.

- Let's stick to the rules. - I didn't beat him.

Hello.

Bronek Gawlik.

I apologize for my colleague.

Tough luck.

Some people are a disgrace to others.

Relax.

Calm down.

I believe you, Father.

But foreign currency deals are illegal in People's Poland.

You know it, don't you?

Hania is very ill and our pharmacies don't offer much.

Who's Hania?

My sister.

Sister?

I'm really sorry.

I have a sister, too.

Just like you, I'd do anything for her.

Now, what happens to you?

Okay, let's do this.

Write down all we ask what, how, when, why.

Then I'll give you absolution.

Admonition, I mean.

Your dollars have to be forfeited. And I need you to sign this commitment.

Commitment?

That you'll keep this situation and our conversation to yourself.

Something like your seal of confession.

Come on.

It's nothing much.

Here you go.

Honey and lemon, the way you like it.

Just put it down.

Nice day today, isn't it?

Very nice.

Why don't you plant some flowers, huh?

To brighten up the place.

I'll tell you what.

Let's go for a walk.

I could take some pictures.

Marta.

Why do you keep crying?

Stop it.

Do you hear me?

The tea's very good. Thanks.

Good morning.

I didn't mean to frighten you, sorry.

Here. It's for you.

I can't accept it.

Why not?

Because of my job?

What do you expect in exchange?

Nothing. It's just to show you we're not all devils.

And moneywise?

You've already paid.

How about a cup of tea, then?

That's Hania, right?

Yes. My little sister.

Nice face. You look alike.

These poems are fairly good.

Although…

Yours are better.

Even though I only know those from the Weekly.

How did it go?

"Only he who can cry no more has sold his soul to the devil.

Because tears always leave space for a rainbow."

I never expected…

Someone like me to read poetry?

Pigeonholing can be tricky.

Thank you.

What's your definition of poetry?

Poetry…

It's…

…a reflection of the soul.

You believe the soul exists…

Well…

…the world isn't just matter.

Spirituality makes our lives meaningful.

The elusive stuff.

Like art.

Like poetry.

Feelings,

love, friendship.

Things like that.

But the belief in God lacks sense.

As we're enjoying this tea,

really good, I must say,

you, an intelligent man must agree - God doesn't exist.

Never has.

Funny. I talked to Him this morning.

Did you?

And what did he tell you? Something about your sister?

About her illness? Why such…

I have to say Mass, excuse me.

Of course.

If you're really interested, take these.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

LOVE AND RESPONSIBILITY

When he tells me that life's a bitch And those around him make him sick

That I'm the only one he wouldn't ditch

I say okay

Whatever, take your pick

Marta!

He's lonely and completely out of steam

With no one near… Sing! …to appreciate his wits.

I wouldn't mind going out with him But why have his hands landed on my tits?

Hey, you know this piece!

I'm not stupid Not so stupid as you think

Naive maybe, but not stupid…

Honey…

You must bounce back at last.

- Go back to college, get a job… - I don't want to.

- What do you want? - Nothing.

- Please get up. - No.

Come on.

Come on!

Do something.

- Some cleaning. This place is a mess. - Leave me alone!

Clean this shit up!

I'm sorry.

Look me in the eye. That baby was mine too.

I love you.

Love is never something ready-made.

Something given to man and woman.

It is also a responsibility.

If a woman doesn't find in sexual act the satisfaction of her arousal,

she'll experience it as incomplete, without fully committing herself.

This often stems from the man's egoism, his ignoring her desires

for the sake of his own fulfilment

What about your commitment?

Thank you.

Walk peacefully through noise and haste

and remember the gift of silence,

but without self-denial, if possible.

Stay on good terms with everybody.

Speak your truth clearly and calmly, listen to others,

even the dumb or ignorant, they too have their story to tell.

Avoid the loud ones and those aggressive.

The loud ones are torture to the soul.

Then your achievements as well as plans will be a source of joy.

Be cautious in business dealings,

the world is full of fraud.

Be yourself, don't fake your feelings.

Don't be cynical about love

because it's eternal like grass.

Love is eternal.

Avoid the loud ones and those aggressive.

The loud ones are torture to the soul.

Accept calmly what your age advices, shrugging off what belongs to the youth.

You're a child of the universe, like trees and stars, you have the right to be here.

Live your life with God, whatever you think He is.

In the noisy scramble of life keep calm. Be at peace with your soul.

You've cleaned up.

Thank you.

Are you asleep?

With all its deceptiveness, toil and unfulfilled dreams, it's a beautiful world

it's a beautiful world.

Hi, honey.

You wanted to punish me?

Marta.

You're all I have.

I mean it.

- He usually works here. - In a chapel?

- Where's his desk? - He writes on a kneeler.

Too small for a sheet of paper.

- No stool? - He writes kneeling.

After breakfast he'll go back to the chapel to pray,

reflect or write again.

So this place inspires him somehow?

No. It's where he can concentrate undisturbed.

- How long in that kneeler? - Until lunch. Then he writes in the car.

Any weaknesses?

He has one.

Likes cream cakes.

Okay.

I could do with a TV set. Perhaps you'd get me a coupon.

I'll see what can be done.

How does he rest?

In his sleep, I suppose. Not that he gets much of it.

No “Excuse me, I'll be praying,” he just becomes absent.

You speak like he's some saint.

A saint isn't a dreamer with his head in the clouds.

A saint has his feet firmly on the ground, is full of courage, hope,

- and love for fellow human beings. - You're a saint, then.

All of us are called to holiness.

Not me.

You as well.

Irena Kinaszewska. A widow, raises her son single-handedly.

- She's a typist for the Catholic “Weekly.” - What's there for us?

Wojtyla is ill.

And it's serious. Mononucleosis.

What?

It's like strep throat. But lasts longer.

They call it the kissing disease.

Because it's spread through saliva.

It's hard to cure.

Wojtyla isn't going out, but has a daily visitor Irena Kinaszewska.

She types for him whatever he'll dictate.

And?

And…

Here you go.

Have a good look.

Taken when?

The kid is two or three here.

He was born in 1944,

so likely just after the war.

You think the bishop is his daddy?

He was a cleric then.

But yes.

I think he is.

I don't know.

Take a look. It's him now.

Aren't they alike?

A spitting image to me.

Can you corroborate it?

Using the serological test.

How will you get their blood sample?

I have hers and Wojtyla's, from the medical center.

I only need the boy's.

The polio vaccine protecting from the dreadful disease

has to be given countrywide as soon as possible.

Our health service has all the staff working long hours in cities and villages.

Since the first polio cases have been reported in southern Poland,

that's where the campaign took off.

Come on, let's go in.

It's a very important procedure.

We must act promptly.

The virus is attacking.

But why here?

Because…

The Ministry has chosen you as an exemplary school.

Yes. Congratulations.

The youngest first.

I just need to…

Hold pressure. Bend your arm.

Next please.

Last name?

Majewski.

Bend your arm.

Next one!

- Last name? - Kawecki.

The kid isn't his.

- You sure he doesn't screw her? - Positive.

Though no doubt she is in love with him.

If there's no evidence of an affair, we need to fabricate it.

- Any problem with that? - No. But it won't be necessary.

Because?

As you say, we're only human.

Those holier than thou disguise their true self well.

Wojtyla may be smart, but we have him cornered.

I personally monitor his every move.

I know when he gets up and turns in, what he eats and drinks.

What underpants he wears, who buys them, who washes them. I'll get him.

We will.

We will or we won't.

We will.

The First of May in Warsaw.

Celebrated for the nineteenth time in the liberated People's Poland

as a nationwide Labor Day.

The grandstand in the heart of Warsaw.

Here come the Naval Academy students,

hopefuls of our fast-growing merchant navy.

Bronek.

We shouldn't… like that…

We only have each other.

Well…

Not quite.

Comrade, I have a request regarding my job description.

I've kept a close eye on the target,

but it's basically… totally fruitless.

Perhaps another comrade will do a better job.

The boss wants to see you.

I need the car ready. Right now.

At last.

Get your uniform and off we go.

- Where to? - Headquarters.

About?

About you, Budny, dammit!

Comrade Colonel, I really…

Never crossed your mind that you too might be watched?

I've done it for years, just praises.

- Zero objections. - Family maybe?

Any relative in the West?

- Wife? - No.

Lover?

Perhaps you like boys?

Then a buddy of yours did you dirt.

- There are no buddies in this work. - And that's your problem!

You keep your distance.

Like you're someone superior.

This cavalcade proceeding through the streets of Warsaw

marks the beginning of the Friendly Driver Week. We see a wreath!

Heading to the tomb of the unknown passer-by?

Pedestrians or drivers? Who's responsible for the street anarchy?

The police's strategy for the week is mild persuasion instead of fines.

- They didn't tell you why? - No.

It's about the Cracow Archdiocese nomination.

Inconclusive since Baziak's death two years ago.

I've read your reports, Comrade Budny, but I wish to hear your private opinion.

Mine?

About Wojtyla.

They say you're his guardian angel.

Well…

He's a rare combination of an

intellectual and a man of action.

But what makes him popular is his manner.

Humble,

- open - obviously for show - in his interaction with people.

He speaks well, looks well and

is a workaholic.

Takes part in conferences, visits parishes, anoints the sick.

And teaches philosophy.

You barely hide your admiration.

Admiration? No. It's just my evaluation.

Anyhow, it's better to overestimate your enemy than underrate them.

The Archbishop of Cracow is number two after the Primate.

Formally put forward and named by the Church, but they need

our blessing.

Primate Wyszynski gave us a list of seven.

We said no to all and will stick to our guns until he proposes Wojtyla.

Wrong!

Go on, Comrade Budny.

I like calling a spade a spade, the way workers do.

Wojtyla is a lot more dangerous than Wyszynski.

You see only a part of the puzzle. Sit down.

Wyszynski is of humble origin.

He holds the common folk in high regard and expects the same of the episcopate.

Wojtyla combines the grassroots tradition and the intellectual Catholicism.

To cut it short,

Wyszynski doesn't trust Wojtyla.

More even, he fears him.

For this very reason we'll back him and none other.

That's the plan.

And you, Comrades, expect new challenges.

Apart from surveillance.

We need to drive a wedge between them.

Whip up their animosities until they destroy each other.

Precisely.

Are you back?

We're a necessary evil.

- Bronek! - What?

Give us a hello kiss. He misses you.

What's this?

Gotcha!

Here's to you, Comrade Lieutenant!

Marta, please.

He forgot what you look like.

Come on, Bronek!

Screw you. I need a rest.

- What if it gets dark? - Go without me.

All right, coming.

I hope it's worth it.

Fuck!

Well, then…

Evil is the absence of good.

But to do good, I need God's grace.

Think of light.

Without good light you won't see, even with 20/20 vision.

Well said.

But it doesn't help me.

How is someone like me to believe?

I'd like to.

I really would.

I just don't have it in me.

Well?

Isn't it what your PhD thesis is about? Predestination?

St. Augustine?

You should know the answer.

How do you know my subject?

You told me.

When?

Not sure. While canoeing?

Michal.

Hey!

It's pure friendship. From the start.

So what's your name, my friend? You sure it's Gawlik?

Hold on. Wait.

One has nothing to do with the other. I'm really…

fond of you.

Please understand…

Wait!

Wait for me!

He's never here.

And when he comes, he shuts himself in his room and drinks.

- And says nothing? - We don't talk. He just gives orders.

You don't have to accept it.

So what am I to do?

The baby is sick all the time. I keep taking him to doctors.

How can you be so blind?

What are you talking about?

You really don't know why he's not here?

Why?

- Maciejewski has seen him. - With whom?

With his camera. Not with, but after someone.

Stop lying to yourself.

I'm sorry.

So what should I do?

Have him baptized to start with.

No!

No witchcraft at my home!

- Witchcraft? - Get out.

I'm her guest.

- It's my home. Get out! - Bronek!

- I know what you do. - Out!

Is it true?

What?

That you fight priests.

That idiot has bullshitted you.

You thought nobody would see you?

Be frank with me for once.

One time!

It's your fault.

What?

The baby being always sick!

And that miscarriage. All because you're at war with God!

Oh, yeah?

So this is that merciful God of yours? That righteous judge?

Punishing my children for my sins?

Use your head.

I'll have him baptized.

With or without your consent.

Just try.

You'll go back to the nuthouse.

I promise.

- What's your name? - Jozef.

- Jozef, what do you ask of God's Church? - Faith.

Do you believe in God, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth?

Do you believe in Jesus Christ, the only Son of God…

Do you believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic Church,

the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins,

the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting…

- Jozef, do you want to be baptized? - I do.

Jozef, go in peace, the Lord be with you.

At least make the sign of the cross.

Please.

Today, like fifty years ago, a man with a stick helps orchestrate tram traffic.

How moving! Who out there shows more respect for monuments than the Poles?

Recently someone asked me, “How do I come to believe?”

“How do I find God?

How do I gain confidence that He exists?”

There's no way to prove it, but it's possible to become convinced.

How?

Through experience.

Through the experience of love.

Let's try to love our neighbors. Actively and continually.

The harder we try,

the closer to God we'll be.

Because love is the most important thing.

Father!

Excuse me.

God bless you.

My grandpa is very ill.

He'd like to confess and to take communion.

All right. I'll just get ready.

Grandpa!

The priest is here.

Give me a moment to freshen up for the sacrament.

No problem. We have time.

Please go ahead.

Some fruit lemonade?

I made it myself.

In that case I'll have some.

- Here. - Thanks.

Very good.

Are you all right, Father?

Yes. Excuse me…

Let me help you.

Please sit back.

I'll just unbutton your clothes.

What are you doing?

What…

Please…

What are you doing?

Hi, Michal.

Hi.

You here?

We've known each other for so long,

but somehow never got a chance…

Here's to you!

I've been missing our talks.

And you?

Remember where we left off?

Willing stems from our free will, you argued.

But willing to do good is God's grace.

Then,

if I do wrong it's not because I'm evil, but because

God wasn't generous enough with me.

- Bronek. - What?

Why me?

I won't sign anything.

All your parishioners will get them.

And your superiors. Wojtyla above all.

As a priest you're finished.

Get it?

Unless you sign.

And do me one last favor.

Plant bugs in Wojtyla's rooms.

How you believed in me!

Write.

Cracow.

13 September 1966.

I,

Michal Socha…

Fuck!

Wait!

Michal!

Don't!

My last

confession…

I don't know where to begin.

Relax. No introduction is necessary.

My marriage…

And it's my fault.

My fault.

Because I…

I…

I killed a man.

You killed a man.

Do you want to hear the details?

Who it was,

how I did it and if I regret it?

What will you do now?

I really don't know.

Sometimes I feel like praying.

But I don't remember any prayers.

Try with your own words.

I don't believe in God.

And yet I can sense your anguish.

Cry. It'll help you.

I can't cry.

You know the parable of the prodigal son?

I do.

How does it end?

He comes back.

What did his father do?

Forgave him.

Yes.

Are you with me there?

Subtitle translation by: Grażyna Bialik