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Piece by piece, Poland disappears off the map of Europe,

taken apart by neighbouring powers,

with the Russian Empire in particular.

Thaddeus Kościuszko - hero of the American War of Independence,

returns home to end the Russian occupation.

His dream is to build a free Poland for all.

SCARBORN

None have ever escaped me, you swine!

And let's keep it that way!

You seem to enjoy this disciplining a little too much.

My peasant. Not your thing.

That's just it. He's no "thing."

Dear sir. Leave him be.

Back off, peasant lover, or it's your head.

Hey, hey! No, no! Get back!

Get the fuck out of here.

Yeah. Get the fuck out of here.

Apologise. Apologise!

-Apologise! -I apologise!

You good?

Yeah.

I bet 20 I'll hit one.

He doesn't deserve death.

Fifty for the right leg.

You really think they will go to war with you?

I wouldn't bet on it.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Stay!

Mr. Wąsowski, maybe that's enough?

Just shooting at the birdie. At the birdie!

Well? At the birdie.

At the birdie, go! Yes!

At the little pheasant!

Stick it out!

Higher!

Jesus Christ!

-What have you done? -Oh, please!

We're just trying to have fun.

Going for the pheasant!

Has Mr. Duchnowski risen already?

I didn't arrive by the very break of dawn

to sit in this here mud!

And you, my dears, follow me.

-Come on! -Follow me!

You'll like it in my service!

-Are you all right? -Yes.

I'm all right.

Ignac... I'm ordered to go with that son of a whore.

But I overheard Stanisław's coming, so I ran to tell you.

-Who said that? -The lady whispered it

-to the coachman... -Are you sure?

Yes, I'm telling you!

I remember him being back here.

We have cousins, pitch burners.

Their master is decent. Doesn't turn in runaways.

They won't look for us there.

Run away with us! I can hide you in the wagon!

Father...

Is it true Stanisław's coming back?

What about me?

-Will I stay when you... -You will stay...

You will stay, and receive what's due.

I've put it all down in my will.

I haven't forgotten about you, son.

I haven't forgotten, my son!

Out!

The way you came in, bastard.

Let the boy be!

How are you feeling?

-Any better? -Is the dining hall ready?

The mourners? Is the priest coming?

You're not dying yet.

-I'm asking if it's ready. -It's ready!

Wąsowski wants to leave now.

And if you are heading to the other side,

show me the will!

I told you already.

I'll explain myself to Saint Peter, not to you.

Stanisław is on his way.

Three years you haven't seen your son.

-Talk to him... -Now that vulture is coming?

To feast on his father's grave?

Not much to feast on.

-Besides, you made him go to Warsaw. -Enough.

God will judge.

Now, I want to pray.

Ignac!

There's urgent work.

-How long do we have to wait? -Come on! Go!

Were the horses foals when you rode out?

Been here two hours!

Don't insult the Duchnowski family who sends help!

If you stepped out, the carriage would move.

How dare you, peasant?

This is water! And the horses are in it!

I could carry you across.

No doves for sparrows. No mayor's daughter for paupers.

How many acres in the honourable mayor's daughter's dowry?

And how many peasants are asking?

Nearly 300.

A solid foundation for love.

First time I see a girl postilion.

Not the first time you see a girl?

Are you a noble?

Are we on the road to Cracow?

Yes.

This isn't a royal postilion. It's the queen of postilions!

Will you allow me to speak to the esteemed passengers?

Surely, they just can't wait.

Good day!

Captain Dunin, mounted riflemen regiment.

Have you seen this man, madam?

I think not...

No. I have not seen him.

I am certain.

-And you, sir? -No.

-Maybe take a closer look. -No idea who it is.

I couldn't have seen him.

Well, yes.

In our governorate,

they say a naive man can do more harm than a thief.

Would you like people to think that of me?

That I'm naive?

Grab him.

You, grab him!

Get out!

Stretch out your finger. We will take a look together.

Well, yes.

Yes.

Is it not easier to focus your sight now?

One more time.

He's a nobleman!

Get your hands off him!

Take it easy.

You took half the country by force.

The land of Cracow isn't yours yet! You're not at home here!

I know who's on that paper! We all know!

Not two years have passed, and you're in fear!

That Kościuszko will make war on you again!

That's just fine!

When he returns from exile,

all the noblemen will stand with him!

This time, those magnate sons of whores won't betray him!

Duel me if you're so brave.

A servant of the empress!

Let's settle this between us, like noblemen!

God... God, have mercy.

God listens, yes.

But doesn't answer quickly enough.

Tell my mother that I fought!

I beg of you!

Not you! A noble!

It has to be noble!

I am going to my grave

So sad and dark it is

In my grave Calmly I'll sleep

Until Judgement Day

Where wealthy kings

Put their bones to rest

All the princes...

Ignac!

Stay away, or you'll get in trouble.

-Stanisław is coming... -Yes, I know.

What about the will?

-There is no will. -But father promised!

No will, I say! Accept it!

Mr. Jodła, I beg you!

Let me touch my father's sabre one last time.

And I swear to God, I will never come near the palace again.

One last time!

Enchanté.

Come in.

Well? Go on!

I thought to first look into the documents,

then into the coffin.

But it seems the estate's books stink worse than the corpse.

And this... is a bloody farce, Jodła.

Did someone pay you to allow this?

-What? -Oh, no!

Explain, or I'll start breaking fingers.

Stanisław...

I'd love to punch you in the muzzle, but...

but I have other business.

You will, you bastard...

humbly work my field.

And in such a way, like you weren't there at all.

If I see you but once,

I'll pillory you till you starve.

Then I'll chain you like a dog.

Understood?

And the will?

You sack of shit!

It's none of your damned peasant business

what the master decides!

Give me the will!

I won't have this! He promised me my title!

-Temper yourself, boy! -The will!

Move, and you'll pay dearly for it.

If I slay him, his mother will deal with you!

Throw it by the door!

Stanisław, sir!

Grab him!

That pig!

-Get him! -Grab him!

-Son of a whore! -Stanisław!

Gun!

Gun!

Gun!

Shameful!

Stanisław!

Out!

-Stanisław! -Don't touch.

Perhaps I hate him even more than he hated me.

-Stanisław! -Stay back!

Ignac. Remember that bastard?

Reunite him with his parents.

Dzierzba!

Why the carriage?

I have new orders from the hetman, Sir Stanisław.

There will be no negotiations, and the hetman won't join us.

What orders?

"Bring General Kościuszko on a rope to my knees.

We'll trade him, not with him."

That's what he asked me to repeat to you.

And alive, at all costs.

Double the pay for us, and he'll make you a cup-bearer.

To T.K. from G.W.

Was this really a gift from George Washington?

That is so sweet.

You should let me have this.

I met a man in Boston one time, who escaped from his plantation.

He told me all Washington's teeth rotted out of his mouth.

So, he got him some dentures made. The dentures came from Ivory,

and nine of the teeth came straight from slaves' mouths.

He said he even paid them for them. I mean, he was a good master.

You know how I feel about his slaves.

So, what's the plan?

I want to see for myself,

how preparations are going with the volunteers,

then to go to the manor house in Szymbarkowice.

Szymbani-what?

Szymbarkowice.

Szymbarkowice.

To negotiate.

With whom exactly?

Hetman. He's one of the magnates.

What's that?

They're like...

huge...

Plantation owners?

-Yeah. Something like that. -Something like that.

What's the difference?

They grow wheat, not cotton.

Wait, wait. So let me get this straight.

You go and talk to these plantation owners,

to get their slaves to go to war with you

and start making money for them.

Right.

Well, that'll be the day.

Thank you kindly.

So, these slaves.

What makes you think that they want to go to war and fight with you?

-Why did you fight? -Well...

I fought because you blackmailed a general

into giving a Black man a gun.

I also fought for a Constitution that officially wrote

that I was 3/5 of a white man.

You're taking a big risk, general.

You're easy to spot with such a companion.

Easy or not, that depends.

To the point, Mr. Zieliński. How many weapons?

-Got a list of the county bridges? -I know them all.

I was born and raised here. And we have guns!

Show him, sonny!

Took time to collect. But here we are!

Served us in wars past, they'll serve us now!

Dang... Okay.

That's not too bad...

Say, a bit...

Yeah... Um... Imma...

I'll go check on the horses, yeah?

-How many men ready? -The noblemen are rising!

-Just give the sign! -That's right!

Well, maybe not all. Some landlords...

quite a few, in fact, don't want war.

They fear for their estates. Don't want army lootings.

That's true!

-How many peasants? -Each will take one or two along.

No use getting more.

They'll just get in the way!

And there's work in the fields soon.

I sent you clear instructions.

Virgin Mary will lead us! Just give the order!

That's right!

To wage war, you need a soldier.

The soldier has to know where to go and where to shit...

needs food to eat, and guns to shoot with.

-When nobles join the fight... -It should be all right!

Hail General Kościuszko!

Hail!

Mr. Zieliński.

Yes, general?

Perhaps you don't want to win these wars?

The question is, am I in here?

I, Ignac Sikora.

You know what this is, yes?

Well, a will.

Indeed.

And do you know that wills must be affirmed by the court in Cracow?

Without that, it means nothing?

Nothing.

The court is open two more days, then it breaks for a month.

We won't make it in time.

Leave the document with me, I will read it carefully...

-But am I in there? -You are... You are.

-What's it say? -Let me just check something...

What does it say?

Hey! What are you doing?

Going to steal my horse?

You good?

No! No!

No!

Wait! Wait, wait!

I'm not going to hurt you!

I just saved your life!

I need you to help me.

I need you to take me to, uh...

Um... Shit.

Szym.. Uh, Szymbar...

Szymbac...Ugh. Szym, Szymbar...

-Szymbacu, ugh. -Szym.

-Szym, Szymbar... -Szymbarkowice?

Yes! Szymbarkowice!

-The manor house! -Yes, yes, yes! Szymbarkowice!

Yes, yes! Which way do we go? Which way?

It's that way! A day's walk.

In that direction.

Okay. We go.

-We go. -Me? Oh, no.

I have to get to Cracow.

-To Cracow. Yes! -No, no.

-No! -Yes, to Cracow!

No, no, hey!

I just took a bullet for you!

I just... Your bullet!

I just got shot for you!

Szymbarkowice!

Give it a rest. It's night already. You'll go look for him at dawn.

You should be in Cracow now.

There's insurrection talk.

I have a bunch of men there. They can hold their own.

I have to talk to the hetman first.

It takes an uprising for you to come back?

I had to think of something... significant so you'd let me in...

after ten years.

You could have come earlier.

For dinner.

I seem to remember

your August... was no fool.

How about you? Still no wife?

Only married women?

It is most convenient to love...

the women you cannot have.

Does it befit a widow in mourning to stare this way?

What's that?

-Did you steal it? -My father.

You stole it. That's why these people

-chase you, trying to kill you. -My father.

You see?

-That's not you. -My daddy.

Daddy.

-Oh, your papa! -Daddy!

Papa.

Is this your sword?

You know this is a farming tool?

This isn't like a...

Give me that, or you'll cut yourself.

Alright. Alright.

You ever killed somebody with it? Have you ever...

With this? You?

-Kill somebody? -With this?

-Yes, yes. -No.

No.

But I'd like to.

Ready?

Hey, man! What are you doing?

-I'm sorry. -Come on, with it!

Calm down, sorry.

This is a welcoming sight!

Russians?

This guy.

I'll tell you once I get cleaned up.

-Who's this? -Don't thank me. I'm going.

What's your name?

Ignac. I'm in a rush.

Where to?

I have some business.

What business?

I need to get the doctor. For a sick person.

Who's sick?

Who are you to be asking?

I do sincerely beg your apology.

Kos, just let him go. He got his own problems.

I'm waiting for an important meeting.

I won't risk him talking in the next village.

Aren't you hungry, Ignac?

Kostka.

Kostka!

Ready?

-Can you handle this? -Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

You'll go to Cracow.

Yeah!

Thank you.

Put back what you took, and I'll let you off.

-Watch whom you're accusing! -Put it back, I say!

Watch him.

So hungry he could eat with two spoons.

Nice to see you again.

-Who is she? -My aunt.

-Chestnut and the other guy? -Decent men.

They're doing important things.

Time for me to go.

-Important things are happening. -I need to be in Cracow tomorrow!

Why?

-None of your business. -What are those papers?

Doesn't matter.

It's a will.

My father's. He recognises me in it.

The court in Cracow has to confirm it.

The scribe told me.

You'll stay here till tomorrow. Agreed?

I can deliver it.

I'll be there tomorrow.

You're stealing?

Is this how you repay somebody who let you into their house?

Give you somewhere to sleep?

Food, clothes?

You can't take from people.

Put the shirt on!

Want to get us both killed? You got me looking bad.

That's how you white people scar?

Did you get that from a whip?

-Whip? -This? It wasn't a whip.

Whips are for women and children. I got the stick.

A stick. Understand?

-A stick. -Oh, a stick.

From the whip.

-And this? -Oh, this is diache.

I did it myself. It's protection from God.

See, He makes me strong. Never die, never weak.

It starts on the inside.

You know? Shoulders back, chin up.

Chin up. Strong. Proud.

Strong.

Relax. Get some rest. Sleep.

And don't steal nothing else. Alright?

Here's the guy who shot me.

You don't have nobody else chasing you?

-What? -Russians.

We won't make it to the stables.

Move it!

My best regards to you, gentlemen and madam!

Captain of Her Imperial Highness's cavalry regiment,

Ivan Mikhailovich Dunin.

I trust I am not the cause of this accident?

No, it's just... My clumsy hands!

Maria Gierzyńska, Colonel Gierzyński's wife.

You speak excellent Polish, Captain.

As they say,

a good word is better than a good meal.

My father was Polish.

A stern but good teacher.

With whom do I have the pleasure?

Acquaintances of my husband August, colonel of the cavalry.

Mister Domingo Boston,

a sugar industry agent from America,

and his interpreter.

Mister Tadeusz Bieda.

Going to Warsaw for trade talks.

We're celebrating a belated funeral reception and reminiscing.

My regards.

My unit has been on horseback for two days and a night straight,

and we have two wounded men.

So I must ask you to kindly house us for the night.

I trust it won't be a problem?

Of course, I have written permission from the Polish Military Commission

to occupy estates if need be.

But we are guests, aren't we?

A guest in the house is God in the house.

My soldiers can tend to themselves.

They'll take the stable and the courtyard.

And I...

need to pay my respects to a fellow cavalryman.

Therefore I ask your permission to join your supper

in honour of the colonel.

Welcome.

Look at that!

Grab it!

Great catch!

That was a job well done!

Give me some!

Don't make us wait!

Come out and play with us!

I do apologise.

My pack is starved.

The sight of a beautiful woman goes to their heads.

Unfortunately, Mr. Boston has a meeting arranged.

The capital is a long way away.

A hundred versts are no distance, and a hundred grams no drink!

Dear madam!

We've barely tasted your wonderful food.

-This won't do, will it? -They need to move out tonight.

You're willing to leave me with the most beautiful widow

in all of southern Poland?

In this empty manor?

That would ask for more cold blood than in a duel!

Why go by night? There are bandits out there.

Better go by day!

What's going on? Are we in deep shit?

Your unit deals with such bandits?

Who else, dear sir.

Who else?

I hate to say it, but Poland's becoming an ever bigger mess.

The Poles themselves brought it on.

Isn't that true?

Constitutions, revolutions, and other nonsense.

I don't care about all that.

Only Mother Russia can bring order,

and protect the people who only want peace and God.

Polish magnates and bishops themselves ask for our help.

And what solution is there, captain?

A quick one, Mr. Bieda.

A quick one.

This Kościuszko,

he wants to be like Washington, to be made king.

Does he not?

He started this whole mess for his personal gain.

Who, besides the Polish nation, will suffer for it?

What's more, he fawns over peasants.

They'll feed him, perhaps, but they won't defend him.

Because they're cattle.

Can cattle fight?

The noblemen push the peasants into his hands.

A peasant covers for a neighbour? A flogging.

Drinking vodka outside the lord's inn?

A beating.

Grabs wood from the lord's forests? A whipping.

Before harvest time, children have to eat acorns.

The daughters have to be kept safe from their masters all year round.

No wonder many place hope in this Kościuszko.

That's just naivety, dear madam.

The world cannot be arranged differently.

They say back home that if it rained milk,

only the rich would have pitchers to catch it.

Wouldn't you agree?

So, what are we going to do if this magnate of yours arrives?

So, what are we going to do if this magnate of yours arrives?

We're going to die tonight.

We should check how many of them are outside.

Yeah, yeah, I'll take care of it.

If I may...

-Mr. Boston praises the fare. -Thank you.

You're welcome.

If you could all excuse me.

Nature calls.

Mister Bieda!

This negro must have pretty deep pockets

that you serve him so.

But a man's got to make his living.

Get off.

I have no gold or money.

Enough! Easy.

The hetman will be pleased.

Where did you get this?

-You have to help, Ignac. -Now you ask nicely!

You will run to Lupnik. Go left, past the shrine.

You'll find the nobleman Zieliński there.

Show him this ring. He'll bring his men here.

There's no other way. Or we'll have to do this ourselves.

Left by the roadside chapel.

Perhaps our host won't scold me!

Made in Hungary, matured in Poland.

You'll love it, captain!

Isn't it too warm for wine up in the attic?

That's the Polish secret to maturing Hungarian wine!

And we have a conundrum.

Which is sweeter? The hostess or the sugar she brings?

How's the sugar business, Mr. Boston?

He's asking, uh...

how the sugar business is going.

Sugar business.

Great. Business is great.

Business is going great!

Did you know that half of the sugar in Europe

comes from a place called Saint-Domingue?

Did you know, captain, that half of all sugar in Europe

comes from Saint-Domingue?

You see, I was there.

I harvested it myself.

Mr. Boston was there. Saw sugar cane harvested.

Hopefully the sugar cane that's so sweet on your tongue

and is covered in Black blood and Black tears

will be shoved up your ass one day.

And you enjoy it just as much.

Generally, Mr. Boston...

doesn't sweeten things up.

Interpreters must be in big danger if they need to be armed like this.

Some things are better conveyed with gun in hand.

Shall we play a game!

-Gladly. -Madam gambles?

A woman's life is a constant gamble, captain.

In cards, at least, there are rules.

Why the detour? What about Cracow?

-What do you care? -You have my papers.

Are you deaf?

Ignac! Did you escape too?

Didn't I say we'd run away? Sit with me and my cousins!

I don't have your paper!

I don't! They took it!

Who took it? Where?

Ignac! This is my cousin Jasiek.

We ran to his master. It's really good there!

-It's a decent life! -For you! But not for me!

They gave me shoes and tools! And they don't beat us!

There you are, Wojtek, you ungrateful son of a whore!

And now, Wojtek, sit.

Sit!

And stay like that.

Just like a dog.

And you, Jew, some sausage and vodka for Mr. Wąsowski.

-Stanisław, sir! -What?

What do we do?

Go on. Just remember. The hetman wants him alive.

Well...

Who never knew defeat won't recognise good fortune.

A visitor has come. There are three armed men with him.

Sir Sewer Branecki...

who fought at my husband's side.

Welcome to August's wake, Mr. Branecki.

Thank you for coming.

Enchanté.

My husband's friends, Mr. Boston, a sugar merchant from America,

and his interpreter, Mr. Bieda.

And our unexpected guest, Ivan Mikhailovich Dunin

of the Russian cavalry.

Nice boots.

What an evening!

Where are you coming from?

From the capital.

My family lives not far away,

so I took the opportunity to pay my respects

to the departed husband of our hostess.

Dear captain, as you seem to...

appreciate my efforts at the table,

do help me choose the drink.

The gentlemen will wait here for the verdict.

Your throat must be dry.

We'll fix that right away!

Then we'll talk.

-Stay here. -Yes, sir!

So, is this the magnate that you've been waiting to arrive?

Seems he sent a messenger.

Sir, I hear that you represent your significant uncle.

-In the horse trade, that is. -Yes.

He sends me to these parts to do business in the horse trade.

-How many horses did you come with? -There are five of us. Five horses.

And if Mr. Boston

wanted to urgently try them all, still today.

Give them a hard ride.

-Could we count on that? -A hard ride?

I'm ready.

Play!

Heel!

Sit! Like that!

And now, heel!

And sit! Like that!

Now, stay!

Stay! And get back!

Get back!

And sit!

And jump!

Jump!

Good!

Naughty doggie!

Now, bark!

Bark!

Go on!

Bark!

Louder!

Wojtek! Call that retarded girl of yours.

Or we'll go get her.

Don't forget yourself and play.

Is little sister still chaste?

Or has she already lost it to some gelding in the stable?

Should we check? Well?

We will check!

You wanted to kill me, you dog?

Me, your master?

You wanted to kill your master?

Come on!

This peasant belongs to me, by human and divine law!

Do you want to put your heads under the axe for this one man?

Forgo your women, children, and land?

Disperse, and you'll save your boorish lives!

And you, you pig, I now recognise.

I'll shove that pheasant down your throat,

drag your corpse by horses, and bury you naked!

I'll pay one red zloty

to any man who stands against this rabble at my side!

A red zloty!

Come on!

A red zloty for each!

Down with them!

Grab him!

I couldn't choose!

Liquid gold, made by the lady's alabaster hands!

I lost all my money.

But that was a children's game.

Any idiot can bet a coin.

Gentlemen, now prove that you have proper balls.

Bet yours too!

For amusement. But serious amusement.

We play one hand.

He wants to bet his weapons.

Mr. Sewer, will you play?

I seem to remember

meeting one Branecki in the Turkish war.

Strong man.

Hawk-eyed.

But not good with women.

Not your relative?

Mr. Bieda?

Mr. Bieda...

The last war did not work out for Poland.

We beat you soundly.

This sabre helped, to be honest.

Poles, they keep losing.

Sure, not every nation,

like the Russian nation, has an empire in its blood.

Not all nations are destined for greatness.

And I, Mr. Bieda...

now give you the opportunity to win.

Would you like a taste of victory?

Or will you flee from the table, like during the last war?

My dear captain...

I am but a modest interpreter, and empires...

are things of greatness.

Beyond human measure.

How many jails need to be built?

How many bullets made to shoot the unruly?

How many orphans, how many children killed?

How many women raped in war?

How many corpses of soldiers rotting in the fields?

It's true, as you said,

that not all nations are destined for greatness.

But still...

Some philosopher you are.

Let's see how you do in cards.

Will the honourable madam contribute something tasty to the table?

Unless she hides a little pistol under her garter.

Ignac, what now?

I'll go first.

I seem to have an empty hand.

Let's see it, Mr. Bieda.

Could a skinny jack with a bunch of nines

stand against a strong queen with an army of aces?

I almost forgot!

I brought an extraordinary claret!

Mr. Bieda!

We need to cheer ourselves up after this disaster.

Dzierzba! Bring the wine from my sacks! The red one!

Leave it.

Made from Spanish wine with ginger.

I'm sure Mr. Bieda will like it.

Perfection!

My humblest apologies!

We must put salt on it in the kitchen.

Before it's ruined. I'll cover all the costs.

General, it's an honour to meet a hero.

We can talk now.

He drank himself stupid!

He'll rest in the cart!

What a dumb drunk!

-Let's wake the drunkard! -Stop it! Don't touch!

-Take it easy! -Easy!

He'd like more to drink! Back in the house!

Get back inside to drink some more!

You, Polish guy!

Don't do anything stupid. Give up the gun.

Give up the gun,

I tell you!

Now! To the manor.

Yes! More drink!

Go on!

You don't know how to drink!

Easy, easy!

Are they coming?

Ignac, are they coming?

-Are they coming? -Yes.

The scarred guy came alone.

The other one started trouble. Watch him.

-Sure. -Come in!

I can see.

Who is he?

Mr. Adam Hołubowicz. Coat of arms - Pelican.

Advised my husband on matters of the manor.

Join us at the table, dear sir.

Pleased to meet you.

Dear madam,

this is the most interesting wake I've ever attended.

Did you have an accident?

Oh, yes.

I happened to fall off my horse.

You spend more time in the field than in the saddle, right?

Where did you acquire such a fine robe in these backwoods?

I am jealous!

-From your father? -Mr. Sewer...

Father's cock's not the sceptre. Won't make you a nobleman.

-Shut your maw! -Son of a whore!

You're the liar and the crook!

You want to steal father's estate! The truth is in this will!

-Read it and see! -Take it easy!

How do they say it here?

"God, Honour, Country"?

Why does honour come before country?

Because you're quicker to fight, for the idea of honour

than for the prosperity of your land.

Like children.

And then Mother Russia has to babysit.

The truth is here.

In the will.

Please...

"With God as my witness, I confess my sins, and make known my will.

I yielded to the whispers of the devil

and lost part of my family's estate in cards.

-God will judge me for this and"... -Go on!

..."his judgement will be just.

To close the affairs of my earthly life,

I oblige my son Stanisław

to honour my agreement with Franciszek Wąsowski

to lease for two years"...

Sikora! Is Ignacy Sikora in there?

Is Ignacy Sikora in the will?

"I have offended God

and my good wife, Helena,

by associating with peasant women

and siring five bastards...

three of whom are alive today."

-Jan Grzela. -"Jan Grzela."

-Józefa Piekut. -"Józefa Piekut."

-And Ignacy Sikora. -"And Ignacy Sikora."

"I hurt Ignacy's mother very much.

May the Mother of God intercede for me.

That they may remember their sinful father well,

I bequeath to each five acres of land.

By the laws of God and man, may they continue to faithfully serve

in their farm work the new heir, my son Stanisław..."

...who shall take over the Buczkowice estate...

"...who shall take over the Buczkowice estate..."

...with everything that is in it.

"...with everything that is in it.

Amen."

What was that all about?

That son of a bitch is his brother.

His owner.

Ivan! Come on, I'll change you.

Interesting.

This is in English, yes?

Yes.

Go fuck yourself!

To arms, boys!

Shoot!

Fire! Reload!

Shoot at the windows!

Fire!

Watch your backs!

Shoot them!

Kos!

They're coming!

-Last round! Where's your ammo? -In the attic!

Come on out!

Ignac! Pass me the gun!

Pass me the gun!

-Well, scum? -Ignac, they're going to kill us!

-I'll give you the land! -Shut your trap!

You want to be a nobleman? I'll make you one!

I will!

Come on!

You wave it around like a flail!

That's right! You don't know!

That whore mother of yours, she didn't drown by accident.

Father lost that whore in a game of cards!

And she drowned herself!

Can you imagine that?

For love!

Well, come on!

Come on!

So, what's the plan?

"The first step to shedding bondage is to have courage to be free,

the first step to victory is to know your strength." Thaddeus Kościuszko.

Continental Army General in the American War of Independence,

architect of the West Point fort.

Commander-in-chief of Polish-Lithuanian forces

during the 1794 uprising against the Russians,

the first insurrection to include peasant volunteers.

Edited by: Krzysiek Igielski plint.com