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The Declaration of Neville Chamberlain,
Prime Minister of Great Britain,

made in Parliament on March 31, 1939:
"In the event of any action which

clearly threatened Polish independence
His Majesty's Government would feel

themselves bound at once to lend
the Polish Government all support

in their power..."

"The French Government have authorised
me to make it plain that they stand

in the same position in this matter
as do His Majesty's Government".

In accordance with
the above declaration,

a Treaty of Mutual Assistance between
Poland and the United Kingdom

of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
was concluded in London

on August 25, 1939.

This is Warsaw calling.

Today, at 4.40 a.m. the Germans

crossed the Polish frontier thus
violating the non-aggression pact.

Bombing many cities.

So it is war...

Warsaw - September 3, 1939.

The British Embassy.

The French Embassy.

Attention, they are approaching...

Co-ma forty-seven...

And behind the Maginot line...

And on the other side
of the English Channel...

Yesterday the Germans fired 10 wagons

of ammunition at Warsaw.

They can fire 10 times more.

They won't take our capital.

Even if I must die

and many others too - we must fight
to the last man.

- How's the old man?
- He's got a high fever.

He'll pull through.

- What about Moczulski?
- No news.

Colonel.

There are no troops
between us and Warsaw.

There are woods up to the river Narew.

The shortest way to Warsaw
is through Lomza.

We should circle round from the north.

And lose a whole day.
Every minute is vital to Warsaw.

- Sir, a lancer from Moczulski!
- The squadron is smashed.

- Where is the Captain?
- The Captain's dead.

I was wounded. When I came to,
there were only dead around me.

Escort him.

Gentlemen, from a military point of view

we haven't got a chance.

Gentlemen!

I order the regiment to disband.

- Captain, muster the regiment, please.
- Major Dobrzanski!

Carry out the order.

Yes sir.

Gentlemen!

I'm taking over the command.

HUBAL

No go. They'll never get it all
across, major.

What does Kalenkiewicz say?

- He wants another half hour.
- The ammo into saddlebags!

- Destroy the rest!
- And the cannon?

Quick!

Dismantle and sink it!

We don't need the radio to tell us
they're here, we can see them.

Gentlemen, what are you still doing
here for God's sake?

Why is it so quiet?

Warsaw...

has fallen.

So we didn't make it.

Thanks all the same.

Your comrades are still fighting in Hel
and in the Lublin area.

We've had no orders to surrender.

You've been through hell.

Our comrades have fallen.

Are we to lay down arms?

Well, I'm not going to.

I won't take off my uniform, either.

So help me God.

How will you get out?

Don't know yet, through Hungary perhaps.

Our embassy there sends
officers to France.

What about the soldiers?

Only officers for the time being.

Mass transfers will probably
start later.

This is Warsaw calling! Can you hear us?

This is our last bulletin.

The Germans entered Warsaw today.

We salute our soldiers fighting
on the Hel Peninsula,

and all those still fighting elsewhere.

Long live Poland!

My daughter is 8 years old.
I don't know if I'll see her again.

Would you kindly send this letter

and this ring to Cracow?

What now, Major?

Marian!

I've been marching since September 8th.
No fodder.

On the march all time, no rest.

What about Olympia?

She's dead.

Where are you going?

To fight.

You think there's still a chance?

The same as with taking a jump.

You must throw your heart over first.

Wait.

Sir, first platoon - no casualties!

Second platoon - two dead!

- Put the dead on the carriage.
- Third platoon - no casualties.

What about the prisoners?

Sir...

What does it say? "Gott mit uns."

God is with us.

With them?

- Let them go!
- But...

Carry out that order!

Horses saddled, arms ready.
Post the guards.

Two kilometres away from the fighting?

Dismount!

Dismount!

Henry, it is a bit close.

A hare on the run goes in a circle
and comes back.

Then the dog loses its scent.

The idea's good,
but the comparison is shit.

One shouldn't take such risks.

- Are you questioning my orders?
- No.

But I have some fighting experience.

There are some soldiers in the woods.

The peasants say there was a big battle.

Is it true?

I haven't seen them.

People say there's some cavalry around.

That's us.

But there's 500 of them,
and they have a gun.

Sit down.

It's possible.

We must check up.

Well, we're here,
there may be others too.

I'll check the guard.

Two have deserted.

Perhaps it's better.
The weak ones will go.

True, but there are strong and weak
among those who've stayed.

The soldiers are not in
the best of spirits.

No wonder.

Is that a complaint or a justification?

Their spirits will rise. There's a unit
active in the neighbourhood.

From them perhaps?

Who are you?

Captain Grabinski.

Lieutenant Maslowski.
Where's your unit?

- I was a prisoner. I escaped.
- On horseback?

I got it from an estate.

I thought you were from the unit
they're all talking about.

Are you looking for it too?

Aren't there any more of you?

- Why do you ask?
- People have been saying.

What?

That a whole regiment passed by.

A thousand men.

They are in the woods.

We thought you were one of them.

We can pass, sir.

God be with you.

Thanks for everything! God be with you!

What will happen to us, sir?

You'll see in the Spring, mother.

It's all right.

Look, boys!

Aim!

Fire!

Order arms!

Stand easy!

To the horses!

Mount up!

It is a commander's privilege
to assume responsibility.

I do it now at the most difficult time.

My order is to stop fighting
to avoid bloodshed.

Save men who may be needed later.

Thank you for your
courage and discipline.

I know you'll be ready when
the time comes.

Poland is not lost and never shall be.

Command Post, October 5, 1939.

Signed: Franciszek Kleeberg,
Brigadier General,

Commander of the
Operation Group "Polesie".

Well...

In all Poland...

we're the only ones left.

The Germans have lost track of us.
We can get to the frontier.

And be disarmed and interned in Hungary?

The Major has changed his mind.

Underground work? Here?

There must be a resistance organisation
in Warsaw.

You mean conspiracy? Without uniforms?

Shall we change into civvies?

No, we are not taking our uniforms off.

This uniform is not only to put spirit
into the nation.

It's a sign of resistance.

In the present situation it stands
for State continuity.

A soldier's duty is to fight and endure.

Here! Not there.

The orders are carried out, sir.

As of today, we'll be a Detached Unit
of the Polish Army.

A bridge between Autumn and Spring.

And we'll use pseudonyms,
for the safety of our families.

Hubal.

Kotwicz.

- Pomian.
- Samson.

- Perhaps, Klin.
- Korab.

That's all. Thank you, gentlemen.

- Lieutenant Samson!
- Yes, sir!

Disguise yourself and get into contact
with the underground in Warsaw.

We'll leave news where to find us.

Perhaps somebody else
would do it better?

I don't like to repeat orders.

Yes, sir.

Praise be to God.

We come to you as a Polish authority.

There's a man going around shooting
people, and molesting women.

- A soldier?
- No.

- His name is Sawicki.
- He was in jail for murder.

An hour ago he robbed my brother-in-law.

Took all his money.

The defendant is guilty
of armed assault.

In war-time this is a capital crime.

The sentence will be carried out
when the commander's confirmed it.

Take him out.

You have no right!
There's no authority!

I am the authority.

In the name of the Polish Republic
I confirm the sentence.

Whoever violates our laws,
will meet the same fate.

No bid.

No bid.

Two no trumps.

I'm not in the mood.

May I ask why?

I'm fed up with all these heroics.

You haven't agreed with me
for some time, have you?

No, I haven't.

Then get the hell out of here!

Sorry, I can't give you the horse.

It's the property of the unit.

Elbows to hips! Heels down!

Sit straight! Heels lower!

Don't lean forward, damn you!

Oh, sorry, sir.

What's going on here?

We won't take money from the Army.

We've collected this handful of oats.

- Please take it or I'll throw it away!
- No, it's nice of you. Unload it!

- Where were you?
- Taking a walk.

How's he doing?

Making good progress.

Hands off!

Don't push! You might be a spy. Are you?

Where's that Major of yours?

I am Marianna Cel from
the village of Budy.

Let me join the army.

That's exactly what we needed - a wench!

You can't put me off.

I'm a village girl,
but I want to fight the Germans.

I didn't intend to offend you.

I've seen her in Budy, sir.

Our uniforms are full of lice.

So are the cottages.

We were 170, now there is only
a handful of us.

It's war.

I can carry messages and do things...

no soldier can do.

I can wash clothes, darn...

All right then.

But you'll be among men.
Behave or I'll kick you out.

I know how to slap a man's face.

We have pseudonyms around here.
What do you want to be called?

My confirmation name - it's Teresa.

Come in!

My husband's come with a teacher.

It'll hold now, I sewed it on
with double threads.

I see you ironed it too. Thank you.

My name is Stoinski.
I served with the infantry.

I am a reserve officer.

I'd want to...

Sit down, gentlemen.

Have a seat.

He has come from Kielce.
They've started there already.

Help us to contact Kielce.

The German armed forces...

have just destroyed a gang
of armed criminals.

The head of the gang,
pseudonym "Hubal"...

will be tried for acting to
the detriment of the Third Reich.

Fritz von Lippe, Major-General.

That's fine.

Give me something to write with.

Write, Korab.

Poles! Do not believe German lies.

The Detached Unit of the Polish Army...

is fighting and will never
lay down arms.

Nobody has arrested Major Hubal,
and never will.

Long live Poland!

We could do with a stamp.

We can get one, sir.

Good! You take care of that.
We must distribute some 500 copies.

Yes, sir.

Would you care to cooperate with us
on a permanent basis?

We need men to organize...

intelligence, billeting, drafting.

Our fight must spread.
It must become general.

You'll stay in civilian clothes and...

organize the district underground
in Radoszyce.

And you - a contact-point in the area
of these woods.

Are you ready to take the oath?

Yes, sir.

Call Bem and Teresa.

Yes, sir!

Attention!

I swear to God...

to be loyal to my country,
the Republic of Poland...

to defend the honour of
the Polish soldier...

to fight for my country
till my last breath...

and my actions be such...

that I may live and die...

like a good Polish soldier.

It's shallow there.

I didn't tell you one thing...

He's making a herb liqueur:
juniper or wormwood.

But he won't tell you his secret.

Your round now.

The Germans!

Wait, gentlemen.

What are you doing here? You on leave?

Get out of here!

Do you know, sir,
what the Germans call you?

The Crazy Major.

Dogberry liqueur.

I kept it for a special occasion.

And the occasion is Lieutenant's bath.

What about founding a State here,
for the winter?

We'll welcome you with bread and salt.

A glass of vodka can be obtained too.

What's the score?

- Thirteen.
- The last rubber of thirteen.

- How much in all?
- Let me see.

Do you recognize yourself?

I'd like to present you with it.

A different world.

You better burn it. The Germans
are not only interested in riding.

Let's go to the church, gentlemen.

I want to show you something.

Do you recognize this priest?

This way.

I'll change. It must be dry now.

Open these two, gentlemen.

The peasants collected them
after the battle.

And brought them here.

Do you know, Father,
how we could get a radio?

Paris calling!
Here is a Polish communiqué.

The Commander-in-Chief,
General Sikorski, has ordered...

the organisation of all kinds of units,
especially technical ones.

That's for you.

I should be there.

Got tired of horses already?

You can't win this war with horses.

Yes, you're wasted here in these woods.

Sir, some new ones have reported.
A sapper, a sailor,

a civilian with no training,
he says he's a tailor.

That's cavalry for you!

A tailor?

Are you the tailor?

Who me?

No. Corporal Franciszek Glowacz.

What can you do?

I've served in the Foreign Legion.
I may be of some use.

I'm the tailor.
Wilczynski from Radoszyce.

Can you make uniforms?

I did, for the fire-brigade.

You'll make them for the army now.

I don't need any more of you.
Not enough weapons or jobs for you.

I've got my own weapons.
My uniform's in my rucksack.

I don't expect any functions.
I can take off my stars.

Sapper?

Lieutenant Szymanski!

Why still in uniform?

There were no demobilization orders.

- And you?
- Private Kaczorowski.

I haven't fired a shot so far.

Perhaps I will now.

Put that down.

Get those horses.

- Be on the lookout.
- Yes, sir.

There's no room for 3 horses.

Everything all right?

Yes, sir.

- There's no room for 3 horses.
- Maybe at my place?

Why is it so empty?

Everybody's gone to church.

Don't turn round.

Where is my child?

They'll kill us!

Let's hurry!

No divine punishment for them!

The mass is over.
Why are the bells tolling?

Mister, they're following us!

Get up, Teresa! The Germans!

Get the horses!

I'll be at the barn.

Move out!

Watch out!

The bag! The papers!

Ahead!

Where are the rest?

Speak up!

No one knows?

Speak up!

How many were there? Speak up!

I don't know. Five came here, with arms.

Who's that?

My daughter.

Did the Major sleep here?

Tereska!

- At last I've found you!
- Teresa, me too!

What's going on?

The papers are in the bag.

That's a girl we really needed.

Yes, they've scattered.

No use waiting.

Take my horse, sir.

You'll ride on patrol.

I'm not putting my arse on a horse,
while others walk.

Sir...

That's all we managed to get.

Share it out, Teresa.

Don't worry, you'll get well
and come back to us.

It's getting cold.

It's the middle of November.

I won't deceive you,
we've got the worst to come.

But Fate has given us a priceless thing.

Freedom.

We'll keep it for Poland.

It's our duty.

And our responsibility.

As long as we live.

Poland is not lost

As long as we live...

The New Warsaw Journal!

Second floor, to the right.

Would you agree to take over
the Kielce district?

I don't want to work in the underground.

I made a vow to fight in uniform.
I want to set an example in defeat.

A special commission is investigating
the causes of defeat.

I wonder if they'll come
to the conclusion,

that defeat was due to
the system of government.

Well, there are different
points of view...

Various tendencies.

Our government in France has not
expressed its opinion yet.

They are now busy organising an army.

Let's hope for the right man
in the right place.

That is right.

Anyway for the time being it's got to be
guerilla warfare...

as the basic form of fighting.

Your experience will be
very useful to us.

So you approve of our activities,
General? I can recruit more men.

No hurry. Use rotation. Give leaves.

By Spring, you must have a trained
cadre and as many men as possible.

No temperamental behaviour.
We need you very much.

We'll discuss your transfer
to France, captain.

There'll be confusion there
when you arrive.

You are second in command
in the district, Henry.

Here are your instructions.

And contacts in Tomaszow and Opoczno.

Well, so long.

You'll never make a rider of me.

But I feel like a deserter.

You're needed there.

Tell them what it's like here.

- Shall we take it out?
- Yes, sir.

- And this mare...
- She's beautiful.

Old but strong. Tough as leather.

Jesus!

He's the best in our stable.

Demon IV...

The best jumper.

My father used to tell me how during
the 1863 uprising...

insurgents came to ask for horses.

It's a sort of family tradition.

Grandfather gave them
the 10 best horses.

My uncle joined the uprising. It's
the same thing over and over again here.

Let's hope it won't be quite the same.

Demon will get a rider worthy of him.

Thank you very much.

I'd like to be useful at least this way.

Now I think the ladies will
offer us a drink.

Certainly. You must be cold.

Sometimes - patrols, snows, blizzards;
arses frozen to the saddle.

A soldier's language is strong...

but to the point.

- It's for you.
- Too small.

I can't accept this.

Please don't hurt her feelings.

It'll remind me of you.

I hope you'll find it useful.

I promote officer-cadet Bem to
the rank of lieutenant.

Corporate Alicki and Roman to
the rank of sergeant.

Effective from December 24, 1939.

Signed: Torwid, Brigadier-General.

Thank you, sir!

Thank you, sir!

Dismiss! Christmas-Eve dinner!

Well, winter is still before us.

But the days will be longer
and Spring nearer.

May this Christmas be the harbinger
of fulfilled hopes,

and next year the Polish uniform
will protect

a peaceful Christmas table
in every Polish home.

Would you mind doing the honours
of the house?

My dear friends!

May your mothers, wives,

sisters and fiancées,

welcome you back as soon as possible,
safe and sound.

Well, brother, all the best.

The same to you, sir.

- I hope we can hold out.
- Yes, sir.

How will our allies get here
through Germany?

Why, there are more Germans there
than here.

- Don't worry, they'll get here somehow.
- Yes, sir.

Everything all right?

Yes, sir! Sergeants Rodziewicz
and Alicki have gone to Mass.

Are you crazy?

Church-goers all of a sudden?

Sir...

Flaunting uniforms in the village?

So that everybody knows where we are?

To think I promoted such blockheads!

Sir, we went to thank God

for our promotion.

Oh, another... hero!

What's happening in Opoczno?

He captured it for me and
sobered down there.

In Opoczno.

No harm done, really, sir.

People flocked round our uniform as if
it was the Holy Sacrament.

When is the morning mass?

Lord, who for so many centuries

Blessed Poland

With the splendour of power and glory...

Praise be to God.

Praise be to God.

- Where are you stationed?
- Why do you ask?

Wherever we can.

We implore you

Before Your holy altars

Deign to restore, Oh Lord

Our free motherland.

Good evening.

Hello!

My daughter!

Good evening.

We are the regular army,
we'll pay for everything.

Let the girls be on their guard
if they want to.

If you see anyone prowling around,
report at once.

Of course.

- What's the matter with you?
- God!

That we should live to see
Polish soldiers!

- Have you served with the army?
- Not yet.

- But you like soldiering, don't you?
- Sure.

If your name's on a bullet,
mum won't know where you're buried.

Eh, why should I?

And listen.

There's no withdrawing from the unit.
If you run away, you'll be shot.

Go back to your mother.

Maruszewski, post-office clerk
from Opoczno.

A volunteer too?

Yes, sir.

Did you see what an athlete
I got just rid of?

Any blockhead can be strong
and healthy, sir.

I can do all sorts of things,
I'm a clerk.

I can type well.

That's different,
report to the duty officer.

Wisniewski, infantry reserve corporal.

- From the Modlin fortress.
- All right, choose a pseudonym.

It's not necessary, sir.

After the bombing of Warsaw
I've got nobody.

And you?

I'm a priest.

Father Ludwik Mucha.

Do you ride a horse, father?

I'll learn... with God's help.

Do you play bridge?

I even like it.

Take Father Mucha to Captain Pomian.

He'll assign quarters to our chaplain.

Yes, sir!

After you.

Want to join the army too?

- No, but I got a bad sore.
- There's no hospital here.

It's a long way to the doctor's,
the military must have something.

Sit down.

Where's that sore?

Turn him to the light.

Vodka and a towel!

What are you here for?

Hold tight!

Him!

By the way we could do with a medic.

You'll be one.

Me? I haven't got the faintest idea...

I didn't study law either
and I must be a judge.

Here's a handbook.

- But it's for vets...
- So what?

Give a quarter of each dose.
A horse is God's creature too.

- Roman!
- No!

Someone from Headquarters, sir.

- Colonel "Miller".
- Hubal.

I've got an order from the Headquarters.

Make yourself at home.

Pomian, Walbach, Sep, Dolega -
come here!

Stay.

At your orders, sir.

This is Colonel "Miller"
from the Headquarters.

Report to him,
I'm not in command any more.

- Captain Pomian at your orders, sir!
- Captain Walbach at your orders, sir!

Lieutenant Sep, sir!

Lieutenant Korab at your orders, sir!

Lieutenant Dolega at your orders, sir!

Is the colonel in command of
a guerilla unit, sir?

If not, I'll report only to you, Major.

I have bad news for you, gentlemen.

I've brought demobilisation orders.

Why? We're acting with
General Torwid's consent.

The General is not in command any more.

The new Command is of the opinion that
all of this is premature.

Premature!

After Austria, after Czechoslovakia.
And premature now!

More like too late!

I'm sorry but this is my mission.

Uniforms can't be worn
in underground conditions.

We create the conditions ourselves.

You've got a chance as long as
roads are snow-bound.

You'll lose it in the Spring.

Then the Allies will move.

We all counted on that.

We've got information that France
is only preparing...

for a defensive action.

This was to be expected.

We were only supposed to hold out
for two weeks!

General Kleeberg fought 5 weeks,
and we over 5 months.

We've just been abandoned and cheated.

I didn't come here for discussion,
lieutenant.

I've brought an order and
specific proposals.

With your training you'll be
useful in the underground.

As cadre.

If that's the case...

then I subordinate myself...

to the order from the Headquarters.

Colonel, I report to underground duty.

I won't give up my horse, sir.

And won't ride in civilian pants.

We demand orders, sir.

We can absolve you from the oath.
You took it in front of us.

And God too.

Nobody can absolve me from the oath.

You speak of different forms
of fighting.

Whatever you call it,
it won't deceive me.

I'm fed up with listening to
the arguments of the politicos.

The nation needs an example
to recover after the defeat.

I'll say even more - it needs
a demonstration.

If alliances prove to be
scraps of paper,

then it's a political mistake
and the wrong road.

I don't know myself...

It's a matter of your own conscience.

You didn't swear to me.

The Headquarters' orders must be
read to subunits.

Yes, sir.

Firing at the southern outpost!

Combat alarm! Everybody to the subunits.

I am at your disposal too.

A rifle for the Colonel!

What was it?

They strafed the edge of the forest.
We fired and withdrew.

What kind of crank was he?

You'll soon know.

What will I do now?

All our effort for nothing!

I'm going to miss you.

Disband the unit.
We'll assemble in the Spring.

Shall I tell them to go to hell?

Straight into German claws? Without
documents? To be picked out like lice?

Order me to stay, dammit!

Good bye.

- Lancer Teresa.
- Yes, sir.

There was no order to cry.

Scoundrels! So many leaving.

They're going to fight too.

You too?

With your permission, sir,
I report I'm staying!

We are too!

We, Major Hubal's guerillas

Are going to fight a bloody battle
With the Germans.

Our hearts are burning with revenge...

How many are staying?

Around eighty.

I'm afraid I didn't carry out
my mission.

Call it my insubordination.

I wish you were right, not us.

Thank you.

Attention!

Right turn!

Sir...

Wait with the alarm.

Let the patrol reconnoitre
the Skloby-Huciska road.

Yes, sir!

Can I have permission to command
the patrol, sir?

They have a machine-gun. We'll take it.

Then we'll have two.

All right.

It's quiet now.

Get back!

Leave me alone! It's an order.

Dolega!

Orders for platoon commanders.

Kisielewski holds the hill
over the gorge.

Bilski will protect his left flank. Sep!

Reconnoitre the Nieklan road. The attack
from Skloby is probably simulated.

- The real attack will come from there.
- Yes, sir.

Forward march!

Trail arms!

Jesus! They'll crush us!

Where to, you fool?

Germans coming round our left flank.
Bilski's retreating!

Volunteers for a fighting patrol!

You'll reinforce Bilski! Go through
the forest and strafe their flanks!

Yes, sir! Follow me!

About 30 cars on the Nieklan road.
Must be the whole staff, sir.

- Alicki!
- Yes, sir.

Take the rest of the men and
quick sharp to Sep.

Cut off their retreat! And the cars...

Yes, sir!

Forward march!

When Sep strikes,
the infantry will attack.

- Repeat this to Kisielewski.
- Yes, sir!

Why didn't you follow the infantry?

Any submachine-gun ammunition left?

None.

- And grenades?
- None!

How was it?

All right, sir!

Bania!

- Take the wounded to Father Ptaszynski.
- Yes, sir.

You'll bury the dead.

I promise I will.

And tell the Germans we forced you to.

Thank you!

We have a request, sir.

There is a dance in the village.
Can we go?

All right, but you must be back at ten.

Yes, sir!

May I go too?

Yes.

But you said...

That was a long time ago. You can now.

We're broadcasting news in Polish.

The soldiers at the Maginot Line

have received Christmas gifts
and letters.

Popular artists remembered them.

Maurice Chevalier himself sung for them.

Didn't you go to the dance?

What's the trouble, Teresa?

Is it true you've helped
the army before?

Yes. I cut German telephone wires.

Is it very bad now?

Do you want to go home?

What a home! Just my aunt.

Home is always home.

I'll sew it on.

I've got an orderly. Go to the dance.

I order you to go!

Play, boys!

Nobody knows who's going
to play for us tomorrow.

Don't shoot!

Kisielewski, Sep!

Remember the narrow-gauge railway line?

- Yes, sir!
- Repulse them at all costs!

Yes, sir!

Fix bayonets!

Spread out, advance to the left!

We'll all be killed.

You're not deluding yourself
we'll live forever, are you?

They thought we're a spearhead.
Now they're waiting for Hubal's army.

And we'll spend the day here.

To the woods!

We can't take all this.

And we must leave the wounded behind.

Sep!

Sir?

We must split up.

I understand.

Direction - the Swietokrzyskie
Mountains.

What about the typewriter and the radio?

Take the typewriter with you.

To hell with the radio! We've heard
enough about the Maginot Line.

Alicki, check up.

I didn't know the limits
of my endurance.

Nobody ever does.

- You were useful to us, Father.
- Thank you.

God be with you.

Teresa, put on civvies tomorrow morning,
and try to find the infantry.

A messenger from
the district command, sir!

Lieutenant Czarny with orders...

from the Headquarters.

They've remembered me.

To me?!

Disband the unit?
Threatening me with court-martial?

Signed "Grabica"! Who is he?
A civilian shitass?

I didn't know.
I had to deliver this order.

Maruszewski! The typewriter!

Type!

I don't know and don't want to know
any "Grabicas"!

Orders - my arse!

Write: arse!

Signed: Commander, Detached Unit
of the Polish Army, Major Hubal.

If you bring me any more like that
I'll kill you!

Jesus Christ!

No!

We won't get through. Let's split up.

Direction: the Swietokrzyskie Mountains.

Galki, Skloby, Huciska - burnt down.

Men from 15 to 60 all murdered.

It's not true!

They came for me. I had to escape.

Old Teutonic methods.

That's what they did in Bydgoszcz,
Wawer, Anin.

And it'll go on, no matter what we do.

If you believe in God...

Gott mit uns...

Leave me alone, Father.

Patrol ready to march, sir!

Don't go in there now.
I must say good-bye to him.

It's a terrible moment for him.

Choose a place to halt.
Dry and near some water.

We won't quarter in villages any more.

The Union of Armed Struggle.
April 1940. A communiqué.

Major Hubal's detachment waged a heavy
battle on March 30, 1940

with a German division, dispersing it.

German losses: 200 killed
and many wounded.

Well, there weren't that many.

It is reported that the Germans
have attacked Denmark and Norway.

This is some news.

Polish brigades are landing at Narvik.

The enemy transport lines
will be extended.

A war on several fronts
should finish them off.

That's how this war should develop.

This news is a real gift.

You've given us encouragement, girls.

And there's this "Grabica",

threatening me with court-martial.

We must celebrate it.

Roman...

In 1938, on manoeuvres
I was commanding a regiment.

The enemy was across the river.

I thought what I'd do if it was
a real war.

We crossed the river 3 km up the stream.
Came up behind them.

We captured the staff and
half of the umpires...

in the middle of shaving.

The manoeuvres were supposed to last
3 days, they lasted 3 hours.

And I had two bars and one star.
Never got the second star.

But that doesn't matter.

After the war, colonels and generals

will come back for decorations
and good jobs,

and I'll take off my uniform,
shave my beard,

and go to Africa to shoot lions.

And you'll go with me, of course.

Death is near.

Superstition.

Don't you believe it, Major.

Wroblewski, the forester, sir.

Bring him in.

He wants to talk to you alone...

Germans in Opoczno, Konskie, Chlewiska.

In every village on this side
of the river Pilica.

Don't worry. We'll get the hell
out of here...

What's this?

Please agree, sir.

You can hide at my place for a while.

Take it away.

I have the same right to wear a uniform,

as those who are now landing at Narvik.

You have a protector, girls.
You'll get back safely.

We'll spend the night here.
We'll go tomorrow.

It's an order.

We'll cross the Pilica at dawn.

Everything's all right, sir.

Jesus! Major!

Don't be afraid.
We'll stay in the forest.

Give us some hay and bread.

- I'll do it!
- Get back inside!

Come in! Warm yourselves.

Thank you. We're going back to our men.

We held on as long as
there was any hope.

Well, shoot! You've got enough people
on your conscience!

Get out!

Do you hear?

Look, Germans!

A patrol.

The Germans.

This looks like the end.
Take the submachine gun and cover us!

We're retreating!

Do you know him?

No.

No.

To this day we do not know where
Major Henryk Dobrzanski was buried.

So great was the Germans' fear
of the legend of Hubal.