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[trunk unlatches, creaks open]

I'm pretty sure he's dead, right?

I don't know, bro.

[birds chirping]

Mariusz will know. Mariusz!

Is Hitler alive?

Who fuckin' knows? [sighs]

We can still celebrate his birthday.

- It's sponge cake, with mascarpone. - Fuck, man!

[glass bottles clinking]

Dibs on the swastika, though.

You got the last one. The swastika is for everyone, dude.

It's the same every time.

[patriotic brass music playing]

[man 1] So come to Warsaw.

It's not just a flashy city.

It's full of sex and money. Not like here.

This is so cool. It's great seeing everyone.

Mm. It's gonna be fuckin' awesome, for sure.

- [man 2] Someone's gonna tell her, though. - [man 3 chuckles]

WHITE POWER

[men chatting indistinctly]

[exhales happily]

RYS

SPEECH OUTLINE

[man 4] Roman, come on!

[men chanting] Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman!

Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman!

Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman!

- Roman, Roman, Roman! - Yeah. Move!

Welcome, everyone,

to the 132nd birthday party for Adolf Hitler,

for Białystok.

[men] Yeah!

A party organized by the Radical Youth Society!

[men cheering]

[Roman] Now, maybe a few words about the birthday boy.

He was one of the finest strategists and commanders...

whose beautiful vision

was brutally interrupted by his premature death.

- So he is dead. - [Roman] He was a gentleman.

- Women were fascinated by him. - [man 4] Where are the girls?

- What? - They came last year, right?

They're not coming. They don't feel well.

And they won't answer the phone.

And now, for the main event of our program...

Gentlemen!

It's time to unveil our cherished symbol.

[patriotic music resumes]

One that commands the respect of true believers

and fear in our enemies.

[men cheering]

[scattered chuckles]

Help me down. Fuck!

- What? - Just look.

Huh?

[policemen] Police! Freeze! Hands in the air!

- Hands in the air! Police! - [guns cocking]

Police!

[driving techno music playing]

- [techno music continues] - [Roman panting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[panting]

- Huh? - [traffic noises]

[driving techno music continues]

[Roman grunts]

I told you they would return!

[Roman grunts] Not at all. I'm a Polish National... [screams]

OPERATION: NATION

[K-pop music playing on radio]

Turn that shit off.

Marlena, turn it the fuck off!

You turn it off! You were supposed to buy me headphones.

I'll buy you a brain.

[Marlena hums along to song]

- Seriously? - What?

- I still had ten minutes of sleep left. - Jeez, dude.

[boy sighs, clears throat]

[exhaling rhythmically]

No way. Why's that peacock on my side?

I preferred when you had soccer on your wall, not soldiers.

[boy sighs]

And I preferred it more when you had Pokémon.

- Technically, you still do. - It's BMZ, you moron.

They have over ten billion views.

[scoffs] All of them yours?

- Yeah. - [mockingly] "Yeah."

Since you fell over on the field, you've been a lot less fun.

I didn't fall over, all right? A dude fouled me.

How many times do I have to tell you? It was my only shot at getting outta here.

Out of Białystok?

Out of this room, for starters.

FIGHT FOR YOUR BROTHERS

- [knock on door] - [door opens]

[mother] Staszek, hurry up.

When I get back, that Kim Jong-Un better be gone.

- Asshole. - Don't.

Goodbye... dear sister.

Bye.

Kim Young-mun, you asshole.

[throbbing techno music playing]

[kids shouting indistinctly]

[boy 1] Hey, Staszek!

[boy 2] That was a foul!

WELCOME!

- [car engine revs] - [techno music playing on speakers]

[car horn honks]

Fuck.

Morning, boss!

- [music stops] - [boss] Yeah.

V6, huh?

[boss] Yeah.

If you work hard, kid, then one day, I'll be able to afford another one.

Hey, boss, uh, could I talk to you for a second?

[boss sighs] Make it quick. I gotta get to the site.

I've got three "Grigorys" and 29 fingers, so something's not quite adding up.

- I've been working here almost a year. - Yeah.

So, you could say it's permanent.

- And... - Nothing in life is permanent.

Not even your fingers, all right?

So I've been thinking lately that maybe I could... you...

I thought maybe you could give me a contract.

Staszek, don't be vulgar.

Fuck.

Hey, boss!

[exhales in frustration]

When I was sick for a week without pay, it was awful.

I'm 20 years old. I need to get my own place.

My sister and I have to share a room.

My wife too. And I don't complain. [chuckles]

Relax, Staszek...

- But boss... - You know?

You know what you really need the most right now?

- That's what I'm trying to tell you. - You need some Siberian ginseng.

What do I need jeans for?

Siberian ginseng, you idiot.

An immunity adaptogen. A dietary supplement.

Staszek, I take seven different ones every day,

and I feel like a fucking champ!

Supplementation.

Staszek, invest in yourself.

In Poland, everyone says, "I want."

Constant demands.

Damn welfare queens everywhere. You've gotta be tougher!

I'm barely making ends meet myself, and I keep moving forward.

So, what? I'm supposed to pay for a place with those jeans?

Be careful, Staszek.

You know how many Grigorys would kill for the job you have here?

[engine turns over, revs]

Literally.

[techno music playing on speakers]

[horn honks]

Fuck!

- [water running] - [woman singing indistinctly in shower]

[distant traffic noises]

Pola!

- You're back. - [door opens, closes]

You're early!

[woman humming]

And that's the problem, huh?

- That I came back early? - [boyfriend] Yeah, I guess you're right.

#MY PUSSY MY BUSINESS

But instead of casting blame... together, let's find a solution.

- Three heads are better than one. - Who is this?

This is...

- Larysa. - Larysa.

- With an "ah." - "Ah."

Ah.

[scoffs]

It's okay.

Polaris, listen to me.

I think the level of partnership we've achieved

allows us to move this thing we have to the next level...

So, is this you proposing?

[chuckles] No.

I was thinking something more like... like polyamory.

You're not serious.

Why not? Uh...

After all, you keep saying that you're looking for a topic for your MA thesis.

Well, polyamory is an excellent topic.

- I'm more than happy to help. - [boyfriend chuckles] There!

- So, how about Thursday? - I can't do Thursday.

Just shut up, all right?

Whoa, hey... Pola.

For a second, it almost sounded like you were going to slut shame.

Yeah? You slut! Huh?

Wow! [chuckles incredulously]

Uh, so then, if a girl sleeps with multiple guys, then she's a skank,

but if I sleep with multiple girls, then I'm a hunk, is that right?

No, Kajetan. It makes you an asshole, just like you seem.

[drawer opens, closes]

- Wait What are you doing? - Thought I'd tidy up a little bit.

I'm fucking moving out, all right?

- [Kajetan] To where? - [Pola] I don't know. Back home.

- [Kajetan] Wait a minute. - [both huff]

I don't know if I'm interested in a long-distance relationship.

Besides, what about your job?

Do you ever even listen?

I told you they fired me, you idiot. [laughs in disbelief]

A week ago.

- Uh... call me when you get there. - [door slams shut]

She took that blouse.

- It's cool, I'll just get another one. - That one was mine.

Ah.

["Świat Nie Wierzy Łzom" by Janusz Laskowski playing]

Going to Białystok, are you?

You really got to watch yourself.

Someone there baked a swastika into a chocolate sponge cake.

There's absolutely nothing good out there.

["Świat Nie Wierzy Łzom" continues]

[judge] Due to the possibility that raising an outstretched arm

could be interpreted as a Roman salute,

and the swastika was originally a Hindu symbol for happiness,

this court has not found evidence of promoting a totalitarian regime.

With that, we are adjourned. The defendants are free to go.

I guess I must have drawn it well.

- [spectators murmuring] - [man] Disgrace!

DISTRICT COURT

[reporter 1] Any comment on the ruling?

[reporter 2] Hitler's birthday? What's next?

- I don't know. His name day? - [Roman] All right.

- [reporter 2] What do you have to say? - Ladies and gentlemen...

Today's ruling only goes to show you...

that patriotism in Poland

is no longer a crime,

and that a new political force has emerged which shouldn't be underestimated.

- [camera shutters clicking] - RYS. Thank you.

- [reporter 3] Comment about the ruling? - Talk to my lawyers.

- [reporter 3] Gentlemen, a word! - Out of my way.

Staszek, I'm glad that you came.

Yeah, sure thing. You picked me up plenty of times after practice, ya know?

All right, meet my staff. Mieszko, Mariusz, Brajan.

From the Old Polish Brajanisław. It's a real name.

Staszek Sułkowski, my cousin.

Staszek Sułkowski? SS. Respect.

I remember you. You scored five goals that one game.

Fucking dope match.

- And an even better brawl. [blows air] - Yeah.

Old times.

Torn ACL, and meniscus. Remember that fundraiser I held?

- Yeah. - That was for Staszek.

- 'Cause brothers fight for brothers. - Now it's better than new, right?

Too bad you couldn't see those faces when they announced the ruling. [laughs]

We're heroes this time. Like the cursed soldiers.

- Except we're not cursed. - Except shut your mouth, Mieszko.

But... people are gonna talk about us, and we're gonna have...

What do you call it? We'll have... We'll have, um...

- You mean street cred? - [Roman] No. Staszek...

How about we lose the hood talk?

Instead let's say "glory in the territory."

Now, come on.

Dibs on window seat!

- [Mariusz] Move, Brajan. - [Brajan] But... fuck, man!

Scoot over, Brajan.

[techno music playing on radio]

[Staszek] Roman?

Were you guys really celebrating Hitler's birthday?

Staszek, come on. You believe the media?

So, how's work going?

- Okay. - [Roman] Yeah?

Ukeys don't wanna work for half your measly pay?

I've got nothing against them, but...

It's either us or them. There's no other way, Staszek.

[radio announcer] The trial of the Białystok pseudo-Nazi group

charged with celebrating Hitler's birthday has ended.

Those boys really went all out.

They even had a cake with a wafer swastika,

which begs the question: Was there a clown?

It seems like they had nothing but clowns.

[radio announcer and Brajan laugh]

- [radio clicks off] - [Staszek] Some German station.

Gentlemen...

brain blitzkrieg, right now.

I want ideas from each of you for our next move.

You think of something too.

I don't do politics, though.

It's time to make a decision, Staszek.

Can't play ball anymore, right?

So...

You wanna sit on your ass in a cubbyhole your whole life?

Just to beat your meat in the bathroom when everyone's asleep?

Or will you fight for what's yours?

The nation needs you.

And so do I.

This is your team now.

[Mariusz, chanting] Red means brave, and white means blessed!

[all chanting] RYS, RYS!

- White no longer is depressed! - [all] RYS! RYS!

- Who, who? RYS? - RYS!

[all] Attack, attack, attack! RYS! RYS!

[Mieszko, Mariusz, Brajan cheering]

[Roman] See ya.

Roman, wait, when do you need those ideas?

NSDAP.

NSDAP.

As soon as possible.

[Brajan] Yesterday, they said it would rain.

You see how these media fuckers lie?

[keyboard clacking]

How would you get a whole bunch of people to find out about you?

How much time you got?

Look at me. This is how you choke a bitch out.

[techno music playing]

Hey! [grunts]

Like that! And there's no way for you to get out of this.

Mariusz... My towel, it's slipping!

Won't have a towel in the streets! Try to get free!

Mariusz, we just worked out! Give me a break!

I'm so pumped.

[smashes locker]

I really want... [panting] ...to fuck someone up.

[Roman] Mariusz.

[Mariusz exhales]

- You're still in a towel? - That's what I said.

They'll be here soon.

Show me where it's at.

[driving techno music playing]

[music stops]

[Roman] Where's everyone else?

After the whole birthday thing, the enthusiasm for most of the group...

All right, let's be quick. Yoga starts in half an hour.

And that guy's a dick.

- What are we doing here? - [Roman] We're taking a modern approach.

Hybrid war.

Staszek, my blood, had a very good idea. Tell them.

Um, we can do a livestream

of the RYS manifesto, and...

just hope that it goes viral somehow.

What about my idea?

Grab some Chechens, strip them naked, and take pictures.

I think that should show them.

I forgot to do my homework again.

Roman?

- What's with this... plushie? - It's not a plushie. Quite the opposite.

That's a Jew. Which we're about to burn.

It'll strengthen the message and add drama.

[snorts]

[sniffs]

[laptop beeps]

Our manifesto.

"The modern world pits us against many threats,

to which we proudly proclaim, 'Death to enemies of the Fatherland!'"

[staff] Death to our enemies!

"The fire that burns inside us,

much like the flame that is burning behind me,

- will burn all that is evil and impure." - [computer message alert chimes]

"The burning effigy of a Jew symbolizes the Catholic spirit,

- which no leftist corruption can tarnish." - [message alerts beeping]

[Mieszko] What are they saying?

[Mariusz] "Wait, are those the wafer swastika guys?"

"What flavor was the cake, dipshits?"

"It tasted like your penis."

Try right here.

[computer message alerts chiming]

- What now? - [Mieszko] Adler says we're losers.

Mikey123 calls us clowns.

"Fuck off, Adler."

"Fuck off, Michał123..."

"From the ruins of the civilization of death,

from the ashes of Zionism..."

- [Mieszko] "Fuck off, CryptoKing_Alpha." - "...a great Poland reborn like a phoenix."

- This Marlena chick is roasting us hard. - Yeah.

- [laptop chiming continuously] - Fuck!

[laptop slams shut]

[Brajan] This plushie won't fucking catch fire.

[Staszek] "In accordance with EU regulations..."

[Brajan] What?

Well, this material, it's fireproof. It even has the symbol.

Oh, well, that's fuckin' great! How was I supposed to know?

You should write that question on your forehead, you know that?

Although instead of a question mark, you might end up drawing a swastika!

So, what if we hanged it?

I conclude the manifesto with a rhyme.

"Jews get burned, our freedom shall be returned." Hm?

What am I supposed to say now, huh?

Jews get hanged...

We get banged?

[chuckles softly]

Well, I don't know.

Maybe the fire doesn't work.

[melancholy music playing]

GOD, HONOR, FATHERLAND INDEPENDENCE

[patrons laughing, speaking indistinctly]

You see that guy? Shameless.

- Why do you look like that? - Look like what?

- You're Black, aren't you? - You think you know me?

I do. I can see you. Brajan, tell him. I've lost my patience.

Stop hitting on Polish girls, you fucking ape.

- Come on. Let's get outta here. - Where you going?

Are going.

What?

You left out the auxiliary verb. You should've said "are."

"Where are you going?"

Nowhere, I'm waiting for Roman.

- Guys... Roman's over here. - I don't want any trouble.

- Roman's over here. - You're lucky, you fuck.

Sorry, but maybe you should go.

Fuck off, Nazi.

[woman] To happy returns?

- Temporary ones. - [woman] Mm.

We'll see. You know our city's motto, "Rising Białystok."

- [chuckles] We're just getting started. - That's what worries me, Anka.

Okay, tell me... What even is a Larysa?

For real. Is that a car? What is that about?

Mmm. A giant fish. A giant fucking fish.

Oh.

Okay. So, what now?

You see that guy? In the purple?

He's some kind of big shot among the leftists.

[Mariusz] A militant?

[Roman] A photographer. Leftist paparazzi.

Staszek...

As chairman of the RYS,

I hereby issue a decree that requires you to go fuck him up.

Me?

Ye.

When?

Right now.

I would, but you need to be baptized.

That leftist piece of shit.

Go on.

I actually like baptisms.

The Baptism of Poland was fucking dope.

To a world without losers?

[both laughing]

[drunkenly] I wanted to tell you, I swipe...

right.

What do you say?

Uh, listen, that's nice, but I'm out drinking with my friend right now.

Hello.

I'm actually not interested in your friend, though.

[grunts]

What was that for?

[Staszek] You already know what for.

- Hey, thank you so much. - Yeah, for what?

You're so humble. What was that about?

[Staszek] That?

'Cause he's a filthy liberal.

Well, screw that guy!

[Pola chuckles]

Pola.

Stanisław.

- Uh, Anka. - Stanisław.

Stanisław. Stanisław, Stanisław! Uh, what's a Larysa?

- What? - [Pola] Larysa.

Larysa?

I dunno, a fish?

[Anka laughing]

Stanisław!

Isn't this the part where you two exchange numbers?

Okay.

Uh...

Just don't read my texts.

It would be tough with this cracked screen though.

Stanisław?

Don't invite her to your place on the first date, all right?

Anka.

See you around.

Yeah.

[Pola chuckles]

[uplifting music playing]

[chainsaws revving]

[uplifting music continues]

- [uplifting music ends] - [bar music playing]

[drunk guy] Come on, let's go, let's go.

Let's go get some food...

- Yeah, all right. - You fuck.

It's time for real subversive actions against the enemies of the Fatherland.

- Time for terror and violence. - Yeah.

Like that time we blew up our neighbor's mailbox

'cause she chased us out of the yard.

- Great idea, Staszek. - What idea?

We'll blow up a synagogue.

We'll what?

Didn't you hear?

We're gonna kill the Son of Gog.

It's time to prove that the Youth Society is truly radical.

- Can Poland count on all of you? - Yes!

[knife blade swishes]

Yeah, sure.

But we need new headquarters.

Time to use our old contacts.

[dog barking]

[priest] Come in, boys.

I planted those cedars when I first got the parish.

Linden.

Remember the poet, Kochanowski? "Oh, guest," and so on.

Mother Mary.

[bird caws]

[priest] And this...

is my temporary worldly dwelling.

- Come in. - [Roman] Thank you, Father.

- My boys. - [Mieszko] Thank you.

And this is our kitchen. Come in, come in.

Some tea, coffee?

Coffee maybe.

[priest] These are antique stairs.

As if to heaven.

Please, come on up, come on up.

My brave boys.

And this is the room that I told you about, my boys.

Oh! We have some songbooks.

♪ As the daylight breaks ♪ [chuckles]

On Tuesdays, we have a little choir practice.

I hope you'll come.

Roman, promise me it's going to be empty.

No people.

Promise.

Who do you think I am?

Come in, come in.

Here we have a sort of, ha, seating area, if you will.

- Oh. - Warms my heart that we're able to help.

How long have we known each other? [laughs]

After all, the youth is the future of the nation.

It's cool that you're here, that there's life in the rectory.

- You're all such fine boys. - [Roman] Ah, thank you, Father.

Ah! Uh, I have to write this down.

Just as a formality, what does your organization do, anyway?

We, uh...

We promote family values, Father.

- We oppose gender ideology, LPTB... - Pokémon.

- Harry Potter. - Pope Francis.

Avada Kedavra!

You can take a joke. Brilliant!

[laughing]

Oh yeah!

If only there were more boys like you! [chuckles]

- Bye. - [Brajan] God bless.

[door opens]

[cell phone chimes]

POLA: 5:00 P.M.? SEE YOU THEN

[Staszek] I gotta go.

My dad wants me to help him with some renovations.

[Brajan] ♪ As the daylight breaks ♪

- [door opens and closes] - ♪ Both the Earth ♪

♪ And the sea and all living things... ♪

[Roman snapping fingers]

- [Staszek] Allow me. - [Pola] Thank you kindly.

[Polish song playing softly on speakers]

MENU

[Staszek] It's my treat. Of course.

"Of course," huh?

- I'm the guy. - Oh right.

And you have to provide for a poor woman with no job raising two kids?

Who gave up on her ambitions in high school?

I was thinking four.

[Pola chuckles]

I haven't been here in a while, and I'm already sick of it.

All the anti-Semitic writings on the walls everywhere...

You know, they took a survey.

"What would you do if your child was a Homo sapiens?"

And half the people said they'd throw them out of the house.

They get a simple diagnosis and go with it.

And all it takes is to look in their eyes

and just say, "Hey...

you really don't need all this crap."

"Hate is not the answer."

Before it's too late and they start throwing parties for Hitler.

Did you hear about that one?

I heard about it, sure.

[Pola] There's no hope for those guys. They're idiots.

That's what fantasies about a great Polish nation lead to.

- [Staszek coughs, clears throat] - [Pola] You okay?

Fuck. These are...

- They're supposed to be sweet. - Yeah! I know, right?

[both laugh]

Is it all right if we change the subject?

[Pola] Sorry I got worked up. I apologize.

Suggestions?

If you could go into outer space

and become the mother of a new planet, would you do it?

Oh yeah.

For sure.

[both chuckle]

All right.

Um, what's your favorite color?

Yellow.

- [Staszek] Yellow? - Mm-hmm.

- All right. Dogs or cats? - [Pola] Cats.

- Oh, no way! - [Pola] Cats, any day.

- Dogs. Only dogs. - [Pola] Cats.

- [Staszek] No. - Yeah.

- All right. Could be cats. - [Pola chuckles]

- What's your favorite film? - [Pola] Killer.

What would you change your gender to?

[Pola laughing]

[soccer video game playing]

[door opens, closes]

Heyo.

Hiya.

[crowd cheering on video game]

- Who are you? - Poland.

- And you? - I'm Poland too.

Where's Roman?

What are we doing?

Have one. [sniffs]

No, thank you. I already... had one, so...

You gotta support local businesses, Polish suppliers.

[cell phone alert chimes]

Okay, so what are we doing?

Gentlemen!

Come here! Assemble!

Sit down!

"I am buying ticket."

- You know what that means? - [Brajan] Ticket to cat? It's a code.

For a cat.

Thanks to my channels,

I've managed to make contact with a seasoned Italian fascist and terrorist.

And...

- he's coming here! - [Brajan] Mm!

What for?

- To teach you how to draw a swastika. - [Staszek chuckles]

- Seriously? - No, not fucking seriously!

To teach us how to build a bomb!

- Hello there, boys. - Father!

You've been up here so long, you're probably hungry.

Thank you.

You know, Father, uh...

- Pictionary? - [Roman chuckles nervously]

I used to love playing games like these ones. Try to guess!

[Roman] A gazelle?

- A woman? - Ah!

You're stabbing someone...

It's... it's a...

[Roman] A woman...

A leftist...

LTGB?

The fall... of white Europe?

Roman... maybe it's too hard.

A woman's being stabbed, so she would be called...

Stabat.

Come on, you know. The song, right?

[priest sighs] I used to be better at this.

- No, it was great. - It was impossible, Father.

Bombing a synagogue.

[dramatic string music playing]

Did I guess it?

[Staszek chuckles uncomfortably]

Well, I guess I've still got it, huh?

[all laughing]

Except... ay-yi-yi.

Ah!

[sighs with satisfaction] That's better.

Eat up and have fun. See ya!

[Roman] Thank you.

I don't know, maybe I'm dyslectic.

[intriguing music playing]

[music ends]

Hey.

[Staszek's mother] Hello, Staszek.

Where have you been?

None of your business.

[scoffs] As long as you're living under our roof, it's our business.

- Sit down. - I'm working on that.

Go on, sit down.

[Staszek's mother] Is everything all right?

We're actually under the impression that there's...

something that we should discuss.

You know, with all these posters...

We're afraid you've been running with the wrong crowd.

We noticed you've only been hanging out with boys.

Son, you don't have any posters of a girl.

Have you heard of Pamela Anderson?

- Who? - Or Claudia Schiffer?

Do you guys think that I'm gay?

[Staszek sighs]

If you're really interested, I went on a date.

With a girl?

- You're asking that and not "who"? - What's her name?

- Pola. - Where did you meet?

- In a bar. - How old?

He hesitated. He's lying.

- I don't know, 21? - What's her name?

- You already asked that. - Magda?

- Pola. - Paveł?

Pola!

For your information, Pola exists, and I think she might even like me.

But what does it matter? She's leaving for Warsaw,

and I'll be stuck here with a dead-end job, a 15-year old roommate,

and an army of Asians on my walls. You satisfied?

Is the interrogation over? Thank you very much.

[sighs]

[door closes]

- Were you eavesdropping? - No.

[K-pop music starts playing through headphones]

[keyboard clacking]

[intriguing music playing]

STANISŁAW SUŁKOWSKI WORKS AT A PARKING LOT.

HE'S STILL KNOWN...

...ENDED BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN...

[keyboard clacking]

[paper rustling]

YOUTH PICNIC

YOUNG PATRIOTS PRAYED FOR THE HOMELAND. RESIDENT CONCERNED ABOUT THE NAZI SALUTES.

[bird caws]

[Brajan] Why is the synagogue abandoned?

Ah! Well, you see, Jews in our country are smart enough to stay hidden.

They worship our God, they pay their taxes,

they're model citizens in every way...

- Motherfuckers. - Right?

[knocking on door]

[Pola, through door] Hello?

My name is Pola Ratajczyk. I'd like to talk to you.

Listen, uh... let's put on our masks so she can't identify us.

- But we're not hiding. - Fine, I'd rather not take the risk.

Okay, suit yourself.

[Staszek] And let's not use any of our real names.

Who knows? Who knows what she's after?

- You're jumpy, Staszek. - [Staszek] Sławek!

My name's Sławek, okay?

Sławek? [chuckles]

- May I have a moment? - Please.

My name is Pola Ratajczyk...

Mieszko.

Brajan.

Mario.

[clears throat] Roman Pisz. I'm the founder... [kisses] ...and president.

And that's Sławek, but he's got smallpox.

Have a seat.

How can I help you?

I'm writing an MA thesis about your organization.

Bravo!

[Pola] Uh, about what inspired you to establish RYS.

I'd like to conduct an interview with each of you.

No, that won't really be necessary. I can speak for them all.

[Pola] Great.

So, what's your deal?

- Meaning? - [Pola] What are your postulates?

A free Poland.

[Pola] It's not free now?

It's too free now.

I mean, freedom... we need it.

But not too much.

God, Honor, Fatherland.

- I think that explains it all. - [Mariusz] Right.

Uh, so God condones celebrating Hitler's birthday?

Well, he was white.

Oh. Sure about that?

Yeah, because a "he" wouldn't have impregnated Mary, but Joseph, right?

I need to approve this interview before you publish it.

We have an organizational meeting scheduled...

[Pola] What meeting? What are you planning?

- [Mieszko] This isn't a university, miss. - [Pola] I know. It's a rectory.

Did you see how she was looking at me?

- We need to keep an eye on her. - I'll handle that.

Gentlemen, I have a message from the Italian.

"See you tomorrow. I'm in Warsaw."

- Do you know what this means? - "War he saw." This is war.

This means...

that our operation, code name... Well, I haven't picked a code name.

But it's entering its final phase.

Watch this.

- So? - We go again.

- You ready? - [Staszek] Yeah, go.

- Ow! Ow, ow. Ow. - What happened?

Let me see.

- Here. Hey, no! Pola! - [Pola laughing]

- You're not playing fair. That's not fair. - You know what this means, right?

- [Staszek] What? - That you just lost.

And now you have to tell me a secret.

- There was no bet, though. - There was.

- No, there wasn't. - A deal is a deal.

- Just give me the ball. - [blows raspberry] No! [laughs]

[Pola chuckles]

Well?

No. For real?

[rock song playing softly on speakers]

Never...

- Never have I ever... - [Pola] Mm?

- [Staszek] Jeez. - Well?

[Staszek] I've never...

I've never actually seen The Lion King.

Oh. [chuckles]

- Why not? - I just didn't.

I don't really know.

Your parents never loved you, did they?

Well, they're dead, so...

[Pola] Oh, Christ, Staszek, I'm sorry. I...

- It was a dumb joke, I'm sorry. - I'm kidding. [laughing]

- [Pola gasps] - Ow! All right, we're even!

Oh, we are so watching it now.

- And you're gonna cry so hard! - [Staszek] Guys don't cry.

[Pola] Mm-hmm. Everyone cries watching it. Everyone.

["Lemoniada" by Soniamiki playing]

I love this song.

It's weird they'd play it here.

- [Staszek] Why is it weird? - Let's go.

No, no way. No.

- Come on. - [Staszek] Guys don't dance.

- Jeez, do guys do anything? Shh! - [Staszek] No, Pola...

- God, don't make me do this. - [Pola] Please.

Please, please, please, please?

- [Staszek] I can't dance. - I'm going to teach you.

- [Staszek] God, this is social suicide. - [Pola laughs]

["Lemoniada" continues playing]

["Lemoniada" continues playing]

["Lemoniada" ends]

[clock chiming]

[intense techno music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[cell phone vibrating]

[door opens, closes]

[Staszek] Sorry I'm late.

- He's not here yet? - [Brajan yawning]

Relax.

He's on the way. [snorts]

Where the fuck is he?!

[Mariusz] He'll be here soon.

- [hooligan 1] I don't like bitches. - [hooligan 2] Then you won't like him.

[hooligan 3] You're all talk. Go fuck with that mujahid.

[hooligan 1] Hey!

[suspenseful music playing]

What's up, brownie?

Scusa.

[radio announcer] It's 10 p.m., this is the evening news.

Another ethnicity-based attack in Bialystok.

- A foreigner was beaten up by assailants... - Wait, turn it up.

...and taken to a hospital in critical condition.

The victim is 35-year-old Italian citizen.

Oh fuck.

[suspenseful music continues]

Let's go to the hospital!

Hey, I thought we were waiting for our guy!

[Italian terrorist grunting] You racist? I racist. Nice fascisto.

[grunting]

[Italian terrorist] White power! White power...

- [techno music playing] - [all grunting]

[music ends]

[lighter clicks]

INTENSIVE CARE UNIT

[Mariusz] Our Italian. Those animals.

Where were the police? I don't understand.

Gentlemen... do you know what this means?

This is the end of our plan.

[hospital machine beeping]

[Roman] Operation code name "Blow up the synagogue"

is canceled.

We really need to work on those code names.

[sniffles] A man... [breathing emotionally]

...who chases his dreams,

who just wants to do something good out there in the world.

[sobbing] Not fair...

[Roman wailing]

[lighter clicks]

[lighter clicks again]

[lighter clicks again]

Right.

I need a smoke.

This a 24-hour hospital?

Let's see if they sell cigarettes.

NURSES' ROOM

[hospital machine continues beeping]

Excuse me. Staszek!

- [exhales] Hi. - [Staszek] Hi.

[Pola] Christ, it's awful.

Mm-hmm. I rushed over as soon as I heard.

Me too. And the entire Białystok Anti-Violence Association.

ANTI-FASCISM

Poor guy doesn't understand what's going on.

For him, racial prejudice is unthinkable. Where were the police? I don't understand.

- I know you from somewhere, dude. - No, impossible.

Pola, let's go. He has to rest.

- I'll walk you home. - I've seen you. Never forget a face.

- From a game? He used to play soccer. - No, that's not it.

[hospital machine beeping rapidly]

[man in hat] Wait, I know!

You work at a parking lot, right? Huh?

- Huh? - Yeah, that's where I know you!

I never forget a face.

Staszek, you don't understand. This is a serious problem.

And the worst part is that it's only going to get worse.

The country needs a new, comprehensive strategy.

- We have to educate our citizens. - Sure.

We need to thoroughly analyze existing laws!

And do they even provide the police or prosecutors

with the means to fight all these criminals?

- This is so messed up. - [Staszek] Pola, hold on, hold on.

This is too much for me, all right?

Hey, take it easy. He'll get better, Staszek.

[Staszek sighs]

I'm not talking about him.

I don't know how to say this. It's all so fucked up.

I think one thing, then do another.

[sighs] Like I don't have my own opinions.

- All my life, I've felt like such trash. - You are not trash.

You know, most guys that I've met are total hypocrites.

But there's something about you...

that just feels so real.

Jeez... [sighs]

[chuckles mournfully] Pola, I made a mistake.

You mean with us?

There's something I want to tell you,

- but I don't know how. - Me too.

[kisses]

[upbeat rock song playing]

[thunder rumbles]

[traditional Syrian music playing on speakers]

About propaganda?

Jews own all of Hollywood, right?

Islamists? Jack shit. Bollywood.

Not now, Brajanisław. I'm not in the mood.

Don't let it get to you, bro.

That synagogue...

it didn't deserve you.

Hey, bro...

You don't get it, do you?

This is the end of RYS. Didn't you see Roman crying like a pansy?

[knife sharpening nearby]

[coughs] What the fuck?

I can't concentrate on eating my kebab with that "fala fala" bullshit.

Turn it down, Turk!

Turko!

Turn it down, you're not back home!

[traditional Syrian music continues playing]

Didn't you fucking hear me?

Turn it down, 'cause you're not home!

Where am I, then?

[music volume increasing]

- You're in Poland, you fucking kebab! - [woman screams]

- Yeah! - Take that! Come on!

[shouting indistinctly under loud Syrian music]

[knife swishes]

[blood squelches]

[knife clatters on floor]

[groans]

[body thuds]

[cell phone vibrating]

[cell phone continues vibrating]

[cell phone stops vibrating]

[cell phone resumes vibrating]

[sighs] Yeah, what?

- [Roman] Staszek! Where are you? - [angry chanting in background]

- Home. - Come to the kebab joint!

- [crowd chanting angrily] - Roman...

Listen, I don't think I'm cut out for this, so...

if I was ever a member of RYS, I'm out. I'm really sorry.

What?!

Staszek, they're starting a putsch at the kebab joint!

- [angry chanting] - Mieszko got stabbed with a knife by them!

- What? - Shit got serious, Staszek!

All RYS members are to assemble in the T-shirts I gave you.

Fight for your brothers! Fuck, Staszek!

- [angry chanting] - Can I count on you?

- What the fuck is this? - Mom washed it with my stuff. [laughs]

- Your boyfriend's gonna like it. [laughs] - Give it to me.

[Roman yelling] White Poland! White Poland!

[overlapping chanting]

Yes!

[chanting continues angrily]

Only Poland! Only Poland!

Democracy...

[overlapping angry chanting]

SYRIAN KEBAB FIRAS' FOOD

[angry chanting continues]

- What is this? - Don't even ask.

How's Mieszko?

We don't know. He's still in the hospital.

What a fucking mess.

[chanting] Better dead than red! Better dead than red!

- Who's got the flares? - Not us! We're not that scared!

I said who's got the flares?

Fuck LGBTQ!

- [Staszek] Roman! - [flare whistles]

[morose piano music playing]

[yelling and explosions growing muffled]

[sirens wailing]

STOP RACISM STOP VIOLENCE

Pola!

[dog barking]

[no audio]

[fire explodes]

[Staszek grunting]

Pola... Pola, listen to me.

- You son of a bitch. - I'm sorry. I really wanted to...

What did you want? To seduce and fill me with baby fascists?

- Was that your plan? - I wanted to tell you.

- You dream of kiddie parties with Hitler? - I'm sorry.

- You're a piece of shit. - I tried to tell you.

You're the worst kind of scumbag.

- Pola, I'm really not like them. - Yeah?

Then what are you doing in a "white pride" shirt?

Why did you come to the kebab place with them?

[sirens wailing]

- You're just like them, Staszek! - [Staszek grunts]

Exactly like them!

And to think I wanted to stay in Białystok!

- I fucking found an apartment! - That's bullshit.

- Excuse me? - That's bullshit!

- You would never want to move back. - What are you talking about?

You say you hate hypocrisy?

- But you're actually a hypocrite yourself! - I'm a hypocrite?

You moved out to fucking Warsaw to live a life you made up!

Oh, so my life is made up, huh?

Let me remind you, you and your friends serve the Third Reich!

Maybe I am like them!

But you are exactly like the rest of them.

You only have contempt for us! Fucking patronizing and ginseng!

[Pola] What fucking ginseng?

Fucking Siberian.

- Get some fucking therapy, man. - Right back at you.

- You should abort your brain. - You should be in a psych ward!

- So should you! - If I didn't have handcuffs on...

You'd what?

[kissing]

I really don't want to fight you.

- [fire roaring] - [sirens wailing]

Right here.

Stay there.

[prison door slams shut]

[dramatic music playing]

[muffled scream]

[chain saws revving]

[Staszek's dad groans in exasperation]

I don't know where your mother went wrong raising you.

- No, Dad... - We'll talk at home.

I have to get back to work and hear all the jokes about my son the idiot.

- You were worried I was gay. - Staszek.

Only 'cause you'd have a hard life, all right?

'Cause of people like your cousin.

Or you.

Go home.

["Peron" by Jamal playing]

[Karina] A pink "white pride" T-shirt? Awesome trolling.

- I'd never come up with that. - It was my mom.

- Good job, mom. - Listen, Warsaw Pride Parade is coming.

- You should come. The more, the merrier! - Warsaw is fucked up.

- Yeah, that's true. - Michał's number is on there.

Call him, okay?

See ya!

You make a new friend?

Show me.

[exhales sharply] God is watching over us, Staszek!

["Peron" continues playing]

[horn honks]

[Marlena] Mom is going to kill you.

- So why are you helping me then, huh? - Because Mom is going to kill you.

["Peron" continues playing]

[electric razor buzzing]

DELETE CONTACT

VEGAN SURF

You won't lose any fingers working here. Good.

Go fuck yourself!

Go on. Into the booth, all right?

[rock crashes into car]

Oh fuck.

You fucking little shit.

["Peron" ends]

I just can't believe it, man.

Our Mieszko.

May he rest in peace.

What the fuck, Brajan?

He goes home tomorrow.

That's why I said I hope he gets some good rest, in his own room!

[Roman] Nice haircut.

You're finally starting to get it.

Staszek, what's wrong?

Nothing. Just a girl.

Girls... are like the Red Army.

They are many.

They can't be trusted.

And they are very dangerous in winter conditions.

This will cheer you up.

[snorts]

[coughing]

Oh, you.

Fuck. What is this?

The best stuff. It's local.

[Staszek snorts]

Don't worry about it.

[Roman] Gentlemen...

things have taken a bad turn.

[sighs] We've all had moments of crisis...

- Like when you cried. - I didn't cry.

The enemy forces continue to march. They draw closer.

They beat up our Italian,

they stabbed Mieszko,

they're closing down churches in France.

It's a sign that the leftist offensive has entered its final phase.

We need to respond with double the force!

But how, Roman? Without a handsome Italian...

- And without Mieszko, may he rest in... - Brajan.

My cousin Staszek

is a genius.

Thanks to subterfuge,

he managed to convince members of the LGGTIQ

that he's one of them.

Now, Staszek will gain their trust

and infiltrate their ranks.

Well, all right.

And don't look at me like that. I'll go with Staszek.

- Who's looking at you? - Roman, you don't have to ask me twice!

This is the time for critical decisions. That's what you said, right?

So if the cause requires,

I'm willing to get fucked.

For Poland.

Twice.

[Roman] All right, fine. Have it your way. The deviants are meeting up tonight.

So let's begin the infiltration.

[phone ringing]

- [knocking on door] - [phone continues ringing]

- Hi there. - [leftist man] Hi! Come in.

[pop music playing on speakers]

Uh, listen up, everyone. Hey!

- Uh, this is... - Staszek.

Staszek, the hero of yesterday's demonstration.

- And you are? - Hey, guys, I'm gay.

[laughs] Gay pride! I love it, man.

Come in, make yourselves at home.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Karina. Hi. - How are you?

Mariusz, hi.

- Hi there, Mariusz. - Mariusz? Hi.

Hello.

So, what do we do?

[mellow pop song playing over speakers]

Okay.

Fuck.

Mm. You're right, it's amazing.

See, I told you. Seitan's good!

Did you know Warsaw has the most vegetarian food in Europe?

- No, I didn't. - Okay.

Fucked up.

[leftist man 2] Did you see that guy with Staszek?

[leftist man 3] Yeah. I don't get why Staszek's with him. He's fit, pretty face...

With that meathead? What is this, the '90s? Dolph Lundgren?

[leftist men laughing]

What the...

- What are you doing in here? - Wassup?

Looking for HIV meds.

Why, are you sick?

Listen, you fuck.

You don't know what I am.

Tough day?

[Mariusz] Those guys pissed me off.

["Where Do We Go?" by Yazmyn Hendrix playing on speakers]

♪ I know I've been drinking ♪

♪ But my mind always ends up here... ♪

[leftist man 4] Men, bro.

Who understands 'em?

Fuck those guys.

Yeah, fuck them.

[Karina] Hey, everyone, can I have your attention?

I've got great news.

Because of recent events in our city,

the organizers of the Warsaw Pride Parade have just decided

that our branch is going to have its own float during this year's parade!

- [all cheering] - [Karina] I know, right?

They're inviting us to join them on the float.

[snorts] Excellent!

We're going to the parade!

Why did they want to meet here?

I don't know, Roman, but these guys mean business, you know?

[tense music playing]

[Roman exhales]

[car engine revving]

They're here.

Relax, I go to soccer games with these guys.

Hiya, Carp!

What the fuck did you bring us to this shithole for?

Uh, Carp, I'd like to introduce Roman, chairman of RYS, and my friend.

I'm in command.

That's a cool tattoo. Where'd you get that one?

You got business with us,

or did you want to compliment our looks all day?

[Roman] We have business.

I think we can all agree here that our problem is fucking pansies.

[man laughs]

[Carp] You hear that, Beast? He's got a problem with his pansies.

- [men laughing] - No, no, not like that.

Roman handles his pansies better than anyone.

No, what I'm telling you...

is that we are planning an attack.

- On a Pride Parade float. - But keep it to yourselves. It's a secret.

That's why we wanted to get in contact with the Russian mob.

[Carp] You guys hear that?

Hitler's birthday cake boys are real bad guys now. [chuckles]

[Beast laughing]

They're gonna surprise the fags and jump out the cake.

[Carp] Or, hold on. Wait, wait, hold on.

- Uh, I had a good one. - [Beast laughing]

- Uh... - Shut your mouths!

You hear that, Beast?

- Say that again. - No, no, no!

I've fucking had enough, all right?

You hate all the leftist fucks! And deviants too!

You know they're a scourge that is destroying our nation.

And what do you do about it? Nothing!

You've only got enough balls to put up banners at soccer games!

But we...

We are going to take action! And we'll do...

whatever it is we have to do to heal this country!

And we won't be stopped. Not by your thugs, or the police,

and not even by the One Triune God himself!

[snorts]

Now, give me your contacts, okay?

[somber music playing]

[tires screech]

[somber music continues]

["W Dzień Gorącego Lata" by Big Day playing]

[Roman] Go!

What were the words?

[in Polish] ♪ There was trembling in the air ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

♪ I don't know how I caught your trail ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

♪ And that was when I first met you ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

♪ I knew you liked me too ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

♪ On a hot summer day ♪

[song continues in Polish]

[in English] You know... With a kebab knife wound like that,

it's possible you could have caught Islam.

[all laughing]

Yeah, that's very funny, man.

["W Dzień Gorącego Lata" fades out]

We need to get gas.

Not here.

Israel owns that one.

No.

They support LDGL.

And this one?

The German one?

[motor rattles]

[insects chirping]

[Mariusz] Fuck.

[car doors closing]

[Roman] What?

[Brajan] Nothing.

You go.

Yeah, all right.

- [Mieszko] You win. - [Brajan] Fine, I'll go.

[guitar twanging slowly]

[Roman] You know, Poland sure is beautiful.

[Mariusz chuckles]

[Brajan] Hey!

[man] Gentlemen of the delegation, welcome.

Glory...

- To the Great Poland. - Oh! [laughs]

How are you, you lunatic? Or should I say... Deputy Minister?

- Those aren't exactly mutually exclusive. - [Roman chuckles]

- For the counter demonstration? - Yeah.

- You gonna burn it? - Yeah.

[man sighs]

I gotta say, I kinda miss the times when we could throw paving stones.

- Well... - So many beautiful fucking memories.

- Come on! Quid pro quo, right? - Yeah.

All right, Romek. You've got a suite in my name. It's their best one.

Cheers, guys.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

[engine turns over]

How do you know him?

Uh, he's an old buddy, from the Youth Movement.

He was a real lunatic. And now?

Just look at him.

[door security pad beeps]

- Uh? - [chuckles] What do we have here?

[sighing]

[knocking on door]

[Staszek and Roman] Come in.

[Mariusz grunts happily]

- Good day, gentlemen. - Hello.

Some refreshments, on the house.

What is this?

A rock?

- No, it's just a clam. - Yuck.

[Roman] Grab some glasses.

- Here. - [cork pops]

- [Brajan] Fuck! - [Mariusz] Whoa!

[classical music playing]

The night before the action...

lying low, like soldiers.

[all sigh]

- We're all out of champagne. - I'll get it.

- No! - Hey!

I'll go.

How could you have...

forgotten to put them on?

[Brajan chuckles]

[snorts]

[snorts]

[psychedelic music playing]

[snorts]

[snorts]

[snorts]

[techno music playing]

[techno music intensifies]

DEATH TO ENEMIES OF THE FATHERLAND

- [music fades out] - [Roman grunts]

[inhales deeply] Our watch is over.

Time to sleep.

Tomorrow we launch operation code name, uh...

"Blowing the Gays' Bus Up With," uh...

Whatever, you know which one. [sniffs]

[Staszek] In the morning, before people gather.

Not exactly.

Not exactly...

how?

Because we'll blow it up once they're all there.

[Brajan laughing]

You want to kill people?

They're not people, bro.

It's an ideology.

[Staszek groans] Are you fucking insane? Tell me you're joking right now.

Fuck, Roman, this wasn't the plan.

Staszek, are you trying to be the commander now, or what?

You're fucking crazy. I'm out of here.

Staszek, snort a line, 'cause you're not thinking clearly.

[grunts]

[Staszek] I think I'm just fucking starting to.

[Roman] You're my family.

My own blood.

And that's why I'll tell you for the last time. Staszek, get a grip!

There's no place in the RYS

for weakness.

We don't retreat backwards.

Technically, retreating is backwards.

- Not for the RYS. - Hey, Roman. Roman!

What the fuck?

What happened to you?

What are you trying to get me into?

Bro, didn't it cross your mind that your cousin might feel hurt

by the things you say?

Ya know, one person will say, "Kill the fucking deviants," right?

Another will say, "Don't kill the fucking deviants."

- We can have a civil discussion. - [Roman] I saved your life, you ingrate!

- Fuck, Roman, it's not too late... - I opened your eyes!

Sit down and don't embarrass yourself!

You clown! You're the one who's embarrassing!

- We are blowing up their parade! - Look at yourself!

Who have you become, Roman?

You're an old fucking man with nothing but hatred rotting inside of him.

Some kind of self-proclaimed admiral and chairman!

You've hit rock bottom!

And you're pulling us down with you! Fuck that.

This isn't about fighting for your brothers.

You're just sick in the head!

Fucking move.

Out of the fucking way.

Bash that lover of the LGBTIQ!

[percussive parade music playing]

[parade MC] Darlings, hello! And welcome!

LOVE IS LOVE

I'm happy so many of us have gathered here.

This year's Pride Parade is starting in half an hour!

Remember, you're all safe here.

You're under no threat because love is on our side! Whoo!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

[grunting]

- [phone beeps] - Call the police!

[automated voice] Calling Pola.

Fuck, no, not Pola. The police!

[line ringing]

- [Kajetan] Hello? - Hello Pola? Call the police!

RYS is going to attack the Pride Parade.

Who is this?

For fuck's sake! Staszek!

Polaris, can you explain to me who this Staszek is calling you?

No, no, hang up. Hang up.

- Pola? Pola? - Hang up.

Call the police.

- Locked me in Interior Ministry's suites. - Stanisławix...

you talk way too much.

And it's high time that we, as mature men, stop talking so much

and start listening for once.

Shut the fuck up, all right?

You need to call the police.

Roman has a bomb. He's going to detonate it!

They'll all die if you don't call the police...

[call ends]

- Guess he hung up. - What did he want?

Call. Fuck.

Call the police.

No, fuck!

He said something about Roman, the parade, a bomb,

and he's in a suite at the Interior Ministry.

Polaris,

what's with your friends?

[upbeat dance music playing]

HERO OF TOLERANCE

[parade MC] Darlings, this year's Pride Parade

is starting in 20 minutes!

Whoo!

Love, love, three times love!

[device beeps]

Remember, you're all safe here. You're under no threat.

BIAŁYSTOK SUPPORTS LGBTQIA+

'Cause love's on our side! Whoo!

Love, love, three times love!

[policeman on phone] An attack? On the Pride Parade?

[sighs] Listen, ma'am,

I don't know either why they need to flaunt what they do in bed.

But this is the twelfth call today about a bomb at the parade.

I'm not joking, sir. They're really going to blow it up.

Okay, understood. Have a nice day.

[call ends]

[scoffs]

You know where the Interior Ministry suites are?

[bell dinging]

- Good morning. - [receptionist] Morning.

Uh, we're looking for five weird guys.

Ma'am, we have a lot of weird ones here.

- [clerk] Room 118. - [Pola] Thank you!

[Robert Makłowicz] We take the octopus, and we're going to divide it.

Now, if you want to divide them...

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

Where's Staszek?

- [upbeat dance music playing] - [crowd cheering]

- [Mariusz] What's going on? Need a push? - No frickin' idea.

[parade MC] My darlings!

SOLIDARITY

Raise your flags! Big ones, little ones, all of them!

Whoo!

Warsaw is free and safe today!

So remember, and let me remind you...

- Love! - [crowd] Love!

I SLEEP WITH WHO I WANT!!!

- [parade MC] Love! - What the fuck.

So where the hell is our bus?

[parade MC] Whoo! Fire up the rockets and let's fly!

Fucking deviants everywhere.

[parade MC] Whoo!

[Mariusz] Try now!

[engine sputtering]

Stupid fucking bus! You're so gay!

[sighs heavily]

All right, I'll check the alternator!

Bro! Not the alternator! The clamps have oxidized.

- What clamps? - The clamps! You got all fucking dirty.

LOVE

Then we'll check the clamps.

[Mieszko startles awake]

[grunts] Fuck.

[groans, panting]

[cell phone ringing]

What's up?

[Mieszko] It's Staszek. He bolted and he's coming for you.

What? How?

It was... that leftist girl.

Fucking hell!

How did this happen?

[Mieszko and Pola screaming]

[Robert Makłowicz, on TV] And so we grab it with the tongs from below.

That's it.

[panting]

Jewish conspiracy.

Fuck!

What is it?

Next.

Find the homo bus,

and detonate it.

Now you're the brains of the operation.

And remember,

the detonation code...

[silence]

[silence continues]

- [Roman] ...zero! - [horn honks]

- Grunwald! - Grunwald. And where are you going?

I'm going to deal with Staszek.

Once and for all!

[engine turns over]

- You coming? - In a minute.

All right.

Grunwald.

Fuck me sideways.

Gru...

"G" is... "G" is like a six.

No, fuck, that's not it.

- [device beeps] - Grunwald. Fuck.

- Hey. - Yeah?

- You know the postal code for Grunwald? - No.

Yeah, neither do I.

Okay, thanks.

[suspenseful music playing]

Try to get... the detonator!

Stop that bus!

- Gimme that! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop! Ahh! Let me go!

Calm down or I'll smack you!

- Stop! - Let go!

[Pola grunts]

Hand it over.

Why didn't you detonate the bomb?

'Cause you said Grunwald, but there are only numbers!

- The date of the Battle of Grunwald. - I don't know. You do it!

Hold this.

[device beeping]

[Pola] Everybody, run! They've got a bomb!

[Roman scoffs] Too late now.

- [device beeps] - [dramatic musical sting]

[piano music playing]

[Roman] You know, Poland sure is beautiful.

- [Roman pressing device] - [horn honking]

You get the date wrong?

- Police! Hands in the air, now! - Hands in the air!

Hands, now!

Gentlemen, it's not a bomb. It's... a Hindu good luck symbol.

[Mariusz] Relax!

Calm down or I'll smack you!

Calm down!

Look!

I disarmed it.

We have to get this out of here. Come on!

Looking for someone?

[Pola] Mm-hmm.

That was a great fourth date.

[upbeat rock song playing]

I'd say we did pretty good.

[Pola laughing]

- [Staszek] Come on. - [Pola] Oh!

[cell phone vibrating]

- [Staszek] Hello? - [Pola] Are you all packed?

[Staszek] Yeah, almost. How'd it go? Tell me.

You're going to have to start calling me Master.

- So... - Really? That's awesome!

"Ethnic composition of Białystok across the centuries."

Defended summa cum laude, I made it!

You know it! I told you you could do it.

Okay, I gotta go or I'll miss the train.

- Bye! - Okay, love you! Bye!

[items clatter]

You'd really rather live with Pola than with me?

- Come here, give me a hug. - Ooh! [laughs]

My little goth rebel!

[both chuckling]

[both laughing]

- ♪ Ah zabenya ♪ - [Marlena laughing]

[humming intro to "The Circle of Life" from The Lion King]

[imitating Mufasa] Now... all of this will be yours.

I understand that the defendant pleads guilty to all the charges.

Moreover, he states that he acted alone,

and the participation of other defendants was due to their ignorance

as a result of the defendant's manipulation.

Therefore, the defendant wishes to take all the blame.

Because he was, as he put it,

"the brains of the operation."

Does the defendant agree?

- Yeah. - [judge] Excuse me?

I mean, yes, Your Honor.

[Roman] All right. I hereby officially open the staff meeting

of a new force on the political scene.

The Polish Youth.

Now, our first order of business...

the Father complained

that someone's been stealing soap from the bathroom.

Krystian, do you fucking know anything about that?

Wojtas!

I mean...

Deputy Minister!

That's Minister now.

A Deputy Minister is what I need.

[Roman] Me?

Everything that happened, it doesn't matter?

Youthful indiscretion.

Eh, clean yourself up.

[bird cawing]

[sighs]

[upbeat rock song playing in Polish]

[song ends]

[mellow synth music playing]

[song ends]