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TIME OF HONOUR The Uprising

- Wolf, your armband. - No way. - That's an order!

- Do you find this funny?! - Schumacher, Hans.

- Wilanowska 5. - Is this the right lead?

That's how the photos were ordered.

Do you think they'll help us?

- When that courier... - Engineer? - I think Sergeev was the sniper.

- They didn't send him to help. - There will be a landing op.

We are to secure the stronghold.

BROTHERLY HELP Episode 11

Cease fire!

They're retreating!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

What are you doing? They're retreating!

Cease fire!

What's wrong with you?

- It's their third attack today. - We won't hold out another one.

- Grenades? - Gone. Just some Molotov cocktails.

What about food?

What food? No one's been eating here.

Zosia and Irena should be back by now.

Your sister and girlfriend are doing fine.

She's not my girlfriend.

If they bring tanks, we'll have to retreat.

You must keep the stronghold for the landing op!

We'll see a landing like we saw paratroopers.

- You said the Red Army did back us up. - I've lost radio contact.

Then keep on trying!

- I'll go now, while it's quiet. - Where to?

- We talked about it. - OK, just be careful.

- Is this Wilanowska 5? - Yes.

Bronek?

Hi. Are you guys OK?

- We might not hold out. - I've heard that somewhere.

You're doing bad as well?

- I need to find a tenant, Schumacher. - Why?

I don't know yet.

All civilians are in the basement.

- Right. Thanks. - Keep it.

We'll talk later.

- Open up! - Who is it? - Lt. Wojciechowski.

- There's no place for you here. - What?

I'm looking for someone.

You've done enough. The city is all rubble.

We don't need you here.

The Germans will kill us all for helping you.

- Is Hans Schumacher here? - We don't let Volksdeutsches in.

- Where can I find him? - Man...

Go to apartment 6, that's where he lived.

Where to? You'll die upstairs!

I need to check something! I'll join you in a minute!

Leave it.

So now you're a classical music fan?

It must mean something.

What must mean something?

Don't you hear it?

London does the same.

They encrypt info in their broadcasts.

So do the Soviets. Instead of their army songs,

at specific hours they play the same piece by Tchaikovsky.

It must be a code.

- It's the "Waltz of the Flowers". - No.

What if it's instructions for their agents on our side?

- Go, get some fresh air. - I didn't ask you to comment.

- I'll get a doctor. - Have a seat.

Sit down.

You know...

It's no use, imagining your future.

Mark my words.

It's never the same.

I thought I'd lead some suicidal attack in the end,

and that's how you'll remember me.

But I can't even pick my gun up.

I'll give you a shot.

It's a waste of morphine.

But there is something you can do for me.

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

I know it's blasphemy.

But trust me...

I'm beyond human and divine affairs.

Put my gun my hand and pull the trigger,

to make it look like suicide.

No one will suspect you.

I'm begging you.

- I've got a solution for you. - What are you doing?

I want to end this.

You'll lead your last charge.

I can't walk 10 paces, even on morphine.

Listen to me.

I'm sure the Soviets are sending messages to their people on our side.

Right now they're broadcasting Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Flowers".

"Waltz of the Flowers"?

Please help me one last time.

I need a radio and the score...

Or no. I'll try from memory.

Did you know I'm a musician?

Of course.

If I get my hands on the archive, I'll be better off than Von Hackel.

What do you think?

Heinrich?

Yes?

Pardon me. I'm a lousy host. Tell me,

what brings you here?

Actually, I came to ask you for a favour.

I need cyanide.

- Don't tell me you want to... - There's no reason to worry.

It's only a matter of security.

What I have in mind guarantees us fool-proof security.

- Us? - Sure.

Old timers should watch each other's backs, right?

Of course.

But if you don't mind, I'd like to be secured in this...

basic way.

Could you give me another one?

- What's going on with you? - Nothing.

But, just like you, I'd like to...

have fool-proof security.

Do you have something to keep it in?

Hilde came to visit. I have to go back to her.

It's you. Forgive me.

- What are you doing here? - I was looking for... you.

Why?

Jesus, Major!

Beautiful. Do you like it?

Just like the one you had in Wiesbaden...

Hilde.

- This Uprising won't serve me well. - I still don't know why you're here.

The Germans are moving in, and you still think Ruskis are worst.

I told you: I came to help.

Wrong again?

Maybe he's got some left.

Grenade, look out!

Bolek!

I told you not to go up here.

It just wasn't our day, right?

- Who was that? - I wish I knew.

What are you looking for here?

I don't know.

My gut tells me the Engineer had a message for us.

- Be happy to be alive. - I might be wrong.

The ones in the basement were less lucky.

What?

The Krauts threw in a few grenades.

I've had enough.

What's with their shoes?

Volksdeutsches.

We painted their shoes white so that people would know.

- Volksdeutsches? - Right.

A trophy.

Thanks.

I'm looking for Hans Schumacher.

Which one of you is Schumacher?

I am.

How do you know Engineer?

- Will you give me a cigarette? - This is not a courtesy call.

What ties a Volksdeutsche with a man who died for this country?

I want a cigarette.

Thank you.

- Antoni is dead? - Engineer.

- You didn't know his name? - Just the alias.

- How did he die? - That's not important.

- He was my best friend. - A Volksdeutsche was his friend?

Drop this Volksdeutsche business.

All right.

It's a cover. My name is Zebrowski.

I infiltrated the German community for the Home Army.

Clever. You know I can't check this now.

I have proof.

Where?

Let's go.

He came to me before the Uprising.

He was devastated.

The brass wouldn't listen to him.

A nice hidey-hole.

He told me to keep it, in case one of you came for it.

- What is this? - No idea.

You'll have to find out yourself.

"... and I decorate him with a Virtuti Military Cross."

Attention!

"Signed: General Nurt."

At ease.

The Uprising is on, and he just...

Slowinski died in combat.

Lieutenant... Slowinski often talked about you.

We are going to need you.

Can I finish what Slowinski started?

- No. - Eternal rest grant unto him, oh Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

- May he rest in peace. - Amen.

We've intercepted German agents' and provocateurs' files.

May I?

Quite a lot.

We've also intercepted a man with them.

Someone important?

He claims to be an Abwehr officer.

- A provocateur? - Or he's trying to save his skin.

He says interesting stuff.

- You were an intelligence officer? - Yes, sir.

There.

Get all you can out of him.

Good morning.

Sit down.

I hear you've been saying interesting things.

Just facts.

- You were an Abwehr officer? - At the head of the Warsaw office.

- Where's this openness coming from? - The international situation.

I don't want my family estate

to fall under Soviet rule.

Excuse me, but...

even the Gestapo didn't get much out of working with the Abwehr.

What did you do there?

I specialize in codes and decrypting.

Well... then we can make a deal.

Do you know what this means?

I'm on it.

What is it?

Instructions for units.

"Keep on misinforming about the expected Allies' assistance."

"Create a place in Czerniakow for detaining...

the insurgents."

- Where's Wanda? - At the hospital. What are you doing?

It was worth it.

I'll tell you later. Where's Janek?

Give me a gun.

We've got plenty, but no ammo.

Stay away from the windows. We'll think of something.

Engineer hid a microfilm.

Engineer hid a microfilm. Get it?

We have to read it.

Can you hear me?!

I need your help. We have to see what's on this film.

Then you need an enlarger, not me.

A magnifying glass won't help.

I have to know.

Who painted your shoes?

I stepped into paint.

You won't do much with 3 rounds.

- I know I won't waste them. - It's still a game for you, right?

We've got no regrets. None.

Do you think it's been worth it?

- Have you got doubts? - I envy you.

- Envy what? - Your untroubled faith.

But you're young.

If you survive, you'll have the energy to enjoy life.

You've got a son, at least.

If we die in this war...

he'll live on.

I'd have nothing to tell him.

I hardly remember what was it like before the war.

You're a hero. It'll be enough for him.

I'm proud of you!

The young ones.

These should be your best times.

You should live, go chasing skirts.

Instead of sitting in this hell. But you're right. Worth it or not...

we should get a grip on ourselves.

Guys! Zosia is coming back!

Is Irena with her? Is she?

Jesus, what a loaf of bread!

A sniper!

No! Zosia!

What's going on?

A sniper got her! She's done for.

- I'll go get her. - Wait! You can't help her!

- My sister can show up there! - Apache!

Zosia!

Apache!

Stay away.

I'm coming for you.

Where's the sniper?

Lie still, please.

Lie still.

Apache, I...

Grab the buckle.

Please...

Easy...

On three, OK?

One...

two... three.

Apache got hit.

Is he dead?

- Let's go get them. - Sacrificing more people?!

Am I to just stand here and watch?

Order your artillery to give us supporting fire!

- No radio contact. - Keep on trying, man!

- No one's attacking! - Get out!

This is Vistula. Volga, come in!

I'm sorry.

Don't say anything.

I'm so sorry.

The Poet...

Bambo... Milena...

and now...

- and now... - We'll live!

This is Vistula, come in, Volga!

Yes!

The coordinates for artillery are...

Apache... I love you.

l love you too.

So why didn't you say...?

Wanda will fix this later. You were lucky,

- the bullet went right through. - Lucky?

- Everyone around is dying. - You're alive.

A moment ago...

I told Zosia the same thing.

A second later she was gone.

We all have our seconds. You didn't waste yours.

Are you afraid?

I am.

Look, whom I brought. She's safe and sound.

Put on your shoes.

We'll have dinner.

Does this mean anything?

They'll land tonight.

What is it, honey? You're not eating?

Oh, you don't eat meat?

Do you know how hard it is to get it?

Too bad.

I have this...

this little...

surprise for us.

I'm so glad...

we'll spend...

this evening together.

Honey, would you pour us some wine, please?

Of course.

Don't go... Hilde...

What's going on?

The sniper wound is getting worse.

It might be infected. I'll dress it after the mission.

I don't believe in this brotherly help.

"We're waiting for the red plague to save us from the black death".

- What? - A poem.

By a guy from "Parasol", everyone's reciting it.

- Some optimist this poet is. - Was.

The Ruskis are coming.

Down!

Germans!

Wolf!

Don't shoot!

These are Poles, not Germans!

Wolf, you idiot!

How many times did I tell you to wear your arm band?

This was my soldier.

He was my soldier!

Slowinski broke their code.

It adds up with the German's notes.

We don't trust this German.

- It's over for you. - Am I to leave my men?

- The Krauts are up to something. - No.

Jesus, tanks!