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TIME OF HONOUR The Uprising

Previously - I'll come for you.

Celina is there!

Better pray, you filth.

We'll attack the Gesiowka prison.

Romek?

What will happen to us?

Someone will help you soon!

- Give it to Zosia. - Adam...

THE GIRL WITH TULIPS Episode 6

"The sun was setting, the evening - warm and quiet.

"The skies here and there shrouded in white clouds..."

Old Town - A different city, huh?

The Krauts will follow us here.

We'll see them jumping into the Vistula.

- Like we did in Wola? - We're retreating to protect the HQ.

The Old Town is a different story.

The young ones are pissed at the retreat.

Aren't you?

"The sun laid down its head, pulled up a cloudy quilt

"and with a sigh of warm air it fell fast asleep."

What's wrong?

- Still about the Poet? - Am I to rejoice he's dead?

- Calm down. - I'm worried. About Irena.

People keep coming in from Wola. Your sister is tough, she'll show up.

- Zosia's also missing. - Which Zosia?

You know, the nurse...

- Oh, so you're... - No!

The Poet.

He left this for her.

He wrote poems for her. Take a look, it's full.

He really was in love with her.

But... I'm no expert in poetry.

Bartosz Krzywicki?

- I'm looking for Bartosz Krzywicki. - We know our aliases only.

Poet. My son writes poetry.

I hear he's in this unit.

- He's not here. - Where then?

- Check in that platoon. - Thank you.

- He's not there either. - Where is he?

The Poet went...

- out on a patrol. - He'll be back tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

This won't be edible by then.

Here, eat it. I'll come back tomorrow.

- Thank you very much. - See you.

See you.

- Give me one. - Leave it. - Why?

It's not for you.

- What was that? - What was I to say?

A patrol?

- I imagined... - What?

- That it's my mother. - Yours?

Your mother still has a son.

What will we tell her tomorrow?

This is her, son.

She was lying beneath corpses by the hospital.

- Thank your lucky star... - If it wasn't for your father...

Can you take me to my platoon?

Which one?

The "Oset" company. They were in the Zeleniewski factory.

Wait... I know them. We took Gesiowka together.

- You did? Where are they now? - They moved to Old Town.

Easy... What's the hurry?

My platoon is on Stawki St., but we're also going to Old Town.

- I'll take you there. - All right. When?

Let me talk to my father first.

Rest now.

- We start tomorrow morning. - Thank you.

Lars!

I didn't think you'd still be here.

I've got nowhere to hurry.

I became the commander of a Dulag.

Bloody Fischer. That's what your advice got me.

Excuse me... You made the deal, because you were sick of Von Hackel.

You're right, I'm sorry. A drink?

At work? I never... say no.

Before dust sets on it.

- It's the wrong perspective. - Is it?

- It's a better job than at any Staff. - Oh, yes? - Yes.

No responsibility, you just follow orders.

- I don't know how to run a camp! - Führer didn't know how to run a war,

and now he's a military genius.

You're right.

It's the attitude that counts, right?

- Another one? - Of course.

Lena.

Hold him, please.

It's those rotten potatoes.

- We need to get hot water. - Where from?

The worst one's on watch.

- What is that rabble? - Russians.

- Renegades from RONA. - What?

- Russian National Liberation Army. - Mongols, that's what they are.

- Better? - No.

Careful, it's the degenerate.

Leave her alone!

She's done for.

I can't read this small print.

"German units are executing Polish prisoners of war,

"and, against the international law,

"they treat civilians with utmost bestiality.

"We trust that the victorious Allies will find the persons responsible"

"for ordering and carrying out such atrocities, as well as..."

- Enough. - Is it wrong?

It's fine.

- Naive, but it'll do as propaganda. - Naive?

It's naive to think the Germans will fear Allied courts.

- We can re-write it. - No need.

It's not for the Germans, but for our and western public opinion.

Translate it into French and English, and broadcast it.

Have you still got morphine?

Don't worry about me.

What counts is that you've survived the bombing.

I owe that to Halszka.

A real treasure, such a fiancée.

Get to work, kids.

What are you doing here?

I was hiding...

Please... help me.

Where's the kitchen?

There's nothing left. Please...

Some water...

You won't be needing this.

Easy, now. Wozniak, sit down.

Sit.

Thank you, sir.

I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you.

Though I've been treated very well. Not been beaten like...

- Shut up and listen. - Yes, sir.

I was transferred to command a Dulag.

- Congratulations. - What have I just told you?

- Yes, sir.

You'll help me run the camp.

- Me? - You.

Officially you'll be a prisoner,

but you'll do the organising. Supplies... everything.

That's good news for you.

It's great news for me.

I don't need to tell you not to get any ideas...

- No sir, you don't. - Good.

You'll have a co-worker.

Stange!

- Bring her in. - Enter.

Wozniak...

This is Emilia.

Emilia... Wozniak.

You can take him away.

- Let's go. - Goodbye.

Sit.

The Krauts are attacking from Krakowskie St.,

the boys are holding out at the Bielanska St. bank,

at the Security Printing Works. the Germans are pushing in...

No one expected this. We thought it'd take a few days.

- 10 days tops. -What?

We've lost this Uprising, it's a matter of weeks...

- Ruda! - What? - So it made no sense?

It made huge sense. You know what I mean!

- Still looking at the photos? - What else is there?

Let me see.

There's nothing on them.

- What? - Irena!

- What have you seen? - Hello!

- How's my brother? - He's OK, he'll show up.

- I'll find him. - Coming. - Wait.

What about Wanda?

- I'll bring him here. - Let her eat.

- Go on. - I've got a lot to tell.

Thanks.

You'll be listening to the prisoners' conversations,

- and reporting it to Wozniak, get it? - Like a snitch?

What did you think?

Who do you think you are?

Do you want to switch camps?

How about Auschwitz?

Why are you doing this?

I came to you by myself. I told you about their Staff.

You promised to find my fiancé.

You promised!

You can forget about Karkowski, understand?

God... Is he dead?

Who is this?

- A prisoner. - Good.

Stand up! Stange!

- Get her out of here. - Yes, sir.

Move it.

I see you can't leave your old job.

- Is there anything I can do? -Yes, you can.

- I hope you'll leave things in order. - My things are packed.

That's not what I meant. Before you leave

empty all cells and eliminate the prisoners.

- Some are... - Is that clear?

Yes, but some of them might be useful.

Is my order clear? I'm your superior 'til tomorrow.

I understood, but some of them...

Then don't waste your time.

Will it help?

I don't know. Put a pillow under your dress.

They don't take the pregnant ones. Danka... Your face.

Put this on your head.

You'll look older. Mrs. Knapik...

Give me your face.

And here...

All right.

Drink.

Easy, easy...

Thank you.

- I don't have anything. - That's not why I'm here.

Eat.

Thank you.

I'm an honourable thief. I'll dress your wound.

Don't stare, eat.

Irena!

Apache! Wait.

She hasn't slept for two days. She won't wake up soon.

Let her sleep, I'll wait.

- Did she say anything? - Nothing about Wanda.

She made it here with the wounded.

Did you find anything?

- I think it's a code. - Is it?

Take a look.

What do you see here?

- A girl with flowers. - With tulips. - So?

Look at the signature.

- August 1931. - Tulips in August?

- Oh, come on... - Wait. Look at this one.

See?

And it's signed... July 1934.

- Maybe by mistake. - Like here?

August 1938.

People in summer clothes, but if you look closely

you'll see a notice about Pilsudski's death.

Don't tell me whoever signed them didn't know when Pilsudski died.

- Not in 1938. - So what's this about?

The photos are irrelevant. It's the signatures that count.

Look. The year changes.

I assumed it's the order. From 1931 to 1939.

Now the months: August - 8, July - 7...

What did you get?

8-7-1-8-5.

- What could it be? - I think it's a coded message.

What message?

It could be a phone number.

A phone number? A courier like him could memorize a lot more.

Run off to your brother. He's missed you.

- Stop it! - What happened?

- He got hit at Gesiowka. - Just a scratch.

Apache...

Someone has to tell her.

What if she comes back?

I won't tell her.

- Do it yourself. - Zosia is coming.

- Am I to tell her too? - About what? - Hi.

Hi.

What are you staring at?

- The Poet's mother brought those. - So?

He died at Gesiowka.

Open up.

Come here! Hold it.

- There's one! Take her! - No!

Come!

Leave me alone!

- Are you sure they're in Old Town? - Have you got someone there?

- None of your business. - And I had such high hopes.

Germans!

A column of tanks!

- Hurry! - I'm OK.

Lie down.

Stange!

Those two go back to cell.

Yes, sir.

Move it.

- What are you doing? - Following orders. - And them two?

- I need them... - I was clear.

Everyone.

- Them too. - Yes, sir. Back.

Maybe Danka will come back.

None of them have.

We have to cover it up now.

Jesus...

Danka.

Child...

- Load! - Wait.

Wait until he leaves.

- Shoot them, except for those two. - Yes, sir.

You two, follow me.

Follow me!

- Glad to see you in good health. - Your miracle cure helped.

I have to tell you something.

It was pure spirit. The pharmacy story was made up.

- I knew it! - But I want to apologise.

Here. I didn't bite it.

- Apology accepted. - Excuse me?

Apology accepted.

Wolf...

Take two men for a recce to Bonifraterska St.

- Now? - Yes. - Yes, sir.

- I'll go too. - Stay. Put on your armband.

- If it's a recce... - Armband!

Sure.

What's going on? Having hots for each other?

- Why do you pick on him? - Why do you keep ogling him?

Silly!

They'll find us anyway.

- I can't go on... - It will be OK.

- No, it won't. - We'll make it, I promise.

I promise.

Danka. What are you waiting for?

Come on. Hurry.

No...

Get her! Come on!

- No! - Let's go!

They've gone.

You're really lucky, you know.

Let's go.

They can come back any minute.

Do you think Slowinski was right?

That we are naive.

I don't know.

I don't feel naive. And I even know what I want.

- You've changed. - Maybe.

You used to be funnier.

I don't know if you've noticed, but the situation isn't funny.

See? That's my old Michal!

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

- Why are you like this? - Like what?

You keep avoiding me.

I've got a fiancée.

It's not like I want to marry you.

Can't we just be nice to each other?

You don't understand.

It's...

It's serious.

Her name is Celina, she's...

in the Wola hospital.

But she's not here, right?

Are you even listening to me?

We won't be together!

I won't...

A messenger has news from Wola.

- What's with the hospital? - Which one? - In Wola.

- Eliminated. - What? - Eliminated!

They shot the wounded in beds, and the rest in the yard.

We're almost there.

I'll manage.

- When it starts, we beat the ass-hole! - They'll shoot us all.

- I can't stand this any more. - Same here.

- I'm with you! - Danka!

I want it to be over.

All prisoners shall be moved to a transit camp in Pruszkow.

Then you'll go to Germany to work.

Line up in columns.

Place the wounded and sick by the wall.

- Are we saved or...? - I don't know.

I don't know what this means.

Move it!

What are you waiting for?!

It's just a sprain.

You'll walk in a day or two.

I didn't know you were also a medic.

I've got many hidden talents.

Twardy, what's up? I heard you got back an hour ago.

I was busy.

Eliza, my...

Our messenger. Wanda, who is going with us to Old Town.

- Why? - To my platoon. - Commander?

Lt. Wojciechowski. Tall, dark hair.

- Do you know him? - Not my fiancé, not my business.

- Bronek is your fiancé? - Listen...

- I'm really grateful... - I get it.

Zoliborz, Ochota, Wola, down the steps of Rozana Street,

the "Parasol" battalion girls in uniforms, all nice and neat.

A scarf blue as a dream, and a basket with two grenades

a boyfriend's picture somewhere a memento of a summer day.

Hey, girl with a grenade, Hey, girl in green dress,

Warsaw is fighting, taking a stand for freedom and honour today.

To arms, my dear girl, my dear boy, to arms!

Warsaw will soon be free,

to arms, for freedom we fight!

The insurgents in the Old Town, where the Post Office street fights...

Bronek, leave it.

It must have been important if he coded it like that.

It can't be a phone number.

Maybe he coded it in case he died. Where are we going?

The Germans keep attacking from Foch St.

We're to go to the Town Hall to help Major Sosna's boys.

Well, hello there.

- I'm looking for Krawiec. - Couldn't you be looking for me?

- I have a report from Stawki. - Talk to our commander.

Go on, soldier.

- Lt. Wojciechowski. - Eliza.

- From Stawki? - Yes.

- So you must've been in Wola? - Yes.

Any news of the hospital?

Our nurse Wanda was there.

I haven't heard anything.

All right. What's your report?

I know, the armband.

Leave my girlfriend alone.

- Oh, so that's your problem? - Do you want to have one?

What? You'll send me on patrol? Or to peel potatoes?

Take cover!

They're alive! Eliza, help!

We need to take him to a med-point.

Attend the others.

OK, OK.

- Hello! - They've got you too?

- What's she like? - Leave it.

Why are you doing this?

I don't want to return to my kids as a murderer.

If this goes on, the company will shrink to a platoon.

Take cover!