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Warsaw, dear Warsaw, You're always in my dreams.

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With your joyful people, And beautiful streets

How I long for you, with your ecstatic songs and words.

Oh, how I yearn to see you again, oh, Warsaw of my dreams.

Oh, how I yearn to see you again, oh, Warsaw of my dreams.

Thank you for the song, my boy. Thanks for your heart and your song.

"It turns to nought."

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INTERROGATION

Screenplay

Cinematography

Wake up Tonia, or we'll be late for rehearsal.

Director

Guess, my dear, what goes on within my soul.

Caress your pussycat, who's a bit of this and a bit of that

Partly sweet, partly mean, partly slave, partly queen

Guess, my dear, what's inside my soul, and when you do, I'll say: 'Yes'.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh yes!

Guess, my dear, what goes on within my soul.

Caress your sweet one's head She's a little good and a little bad

I'm mysterious, exotic, a strange kind of bird

Guess, my dear, what's inside my soul, and when you do, I'll say: 'Yes'.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh yes!

34th ANNIVERSARY OF THE GREAT OCTOBER

- What is it, Tonia, what is it? - Nothing.

Where is my beard?

My dear, in these conditions... it's so cold in here.

- Tonia. - Have you seen my beard?

Where is my beard?

Jesus, it's so cold in here.

Get dressed, Tonia. Let's go home.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Get dressed. Put something on. - Leave me alone.

- Come on, please! - Don't be a diva.

- What's happened? - Go away, caress your Dziunia.

Dziunia? Why? What's gotten into you?

- I saw you! I did! - Where? What? Get dressed!

I'm not going anywhere, do you hear me? I'm not going home.

I saw what you were doing with Dziunia in the audience!

My dear, but she's your best friend.

Isn't that the way you behave with all my friends?

- Calm down, don't make such a fuss. - You've been flirting with her for awhile.

Come on, please!

- I'll go home on my own. - So go! I don't need your lousy coat.

This is ridiculous.

Tonia. Goodbye.

Miss Tonia? It's for you.

Excuse me, madam, we're both great fans of your talent.

Would you let us invite you for a glass of vodka?

Staszek, come here, you'll meet Miss Tonia.

We beg of you, please, come with us.

Come on, Miss Tonia.

The Trumanillo Circus!

- Shall we take a taxi? - Okay.

Kazik, I'm leaving, okay? Bye.

- I'll see you tomorrow at the rehearsal. - Who is it?

My friend, Kazik Olcha.

- Drink, girl, drink. - Boys, I can't drink any more vodka.

Well, I can't.

Oh Jesus! I'm not drunk. Listen, do you know my husband?

Come on, tell me.

- Listen to me. - Naturally.

Do you know my husband?

- Yes, I do. - My husband is a great guy.

Let's drink, quick.

- To my husband! - To your husband.

- Let's have a smoke. - Just a moment, boys, really.

Ada, you're misbehaving, Ada, you must be raving!

It isn't seemly!

Thank you so much for taking me out.

I mean it, boys.

I mean it.

If it wasn't for you, I would have cried my eyes out.

You know, he quarrelled with me. For what? What?

He worries so much about me...

And I left without him. Will you remember? Widok Street. Widok 6.

Quickly.

Hello! Hello!

- Quickly, quickly. - Let's go, let's go.

Yes.

6 Widok Street.

Here we are. Come on, let's go.

Why did you drink so much?

See you, boys. Bye!

Your name.

Name.

Leave me!

Undress her!

Wake up!

Wake up! Fucking hell! Wake, or I'll slap you.

Wake up, right now.

Excuse me, have you seen a red handbag?

Red leather with a white strap.

They take all handbags away.

- Line up or... - Why do they take them?

- or the matron will deal with you. - But...

Oh Jesus, what time is it? Excuse me.

Line up.

- Hurry up! - Is there a phone here that I can use?

My husband doesn't know I'm here.

- Calm down, calm down. - You see, I'm an artiste.

I have a show to do tonight.

I have a performance to do, and if I'm late...

Cell ready to report. Prisoners: 31. Present: 31.

Excuse me...

Hey you! Keep quiet.

- Be quiet. - Let go!

Listen, my name is Antonina Dziwisz.

Tell someone to come and talk to me. Do you hear me?

Please. Please!

Be quiet or I'll bite you.

Stupid woman.

Shut up!

Calm down!

Letter 'D'.

No.

No.

They're letting me out, wake up.

- They're letting me out. - Letter 'D'!

- Karmelicka Street, what number? - 12, second floor.

Okay, don't be afraid. I'll talk to them.

Bye! They're letting me go.

Dziwisz, Antonina. See you!

Don't you know you mustn't say your name out loud?

I'm sorry.

Stop!

Good morning.

Dziwisz, Antonina.

I'm so very glad that you wanted to see me...

There's a stool there.

Because, you see, I am so very glad that you invited me, asked me...

I've asked various people, the guards...

to be taken to some officer, someone in charge...

- Name. - Antonina Dziwisz.

Born 1st April 1926 in Lwów.

- Daughter of Jadwiga and Stanisław, right? - Yes, that's me.

Bloody hell.

- I'm so sorry. - It always gets stuck.

First of all I would like to know

if my husband was notified?

You see, haven't done anything.

You must have mistaken me for somebody else. You know how it is.

You don't know who to look for,

what their name is, you know what it's like...

Well, so tell me something about yourself.

- Can you be more specific? - About everything.

I don't think you want me to tell you how I kissed

- the boys at school... - Why not? Come on, tell me.

About what?

- About the kissing. - Well, not really...

Maybe you can tell me what is really going on here. I'm innocent.

I'd really like to help, but I just don't know how.

I've been here for so long, nobody wants to talk to me.

Nobody offered any explanation.

I... you're really wasting your time.

Don't worry. There's plenty of time

Don't you believe that I'm innocent? But...

- Excuse me. - Well, let's get going.

Everything, as if it were a confession in church.

He was a redhead and had big nose. Interested in that?

- Yes. Who? - The boy I kissed.

- Did you kiss him or he kiss you? - What's the difference?

- It's all the same. - When did you lose your virginity?

A long time ago.

I really can't see why you need to know all this.

What does it have to do with my arrest?

- Who was it? - Who? Ah, this one.

- An insurgent. - Is he alive?

No. He died from poisoned home made vodka left by the Germans.

- Did he rape you? - Why would he?

I wanted it just as much as he did.

- You like those kind of things, don't you? - And don't you?

Listen, have you ever been to our bath?

We can give a bath you'll remember for the rest of your life.

I really don't understand why I'm supposed to talk about this.

These are private matters.

They're not private! Nothing is private!

I must have a clear and truthful answer to each of my questions.

Come on.

Names of all the men you have slept with.

I don't remember their names.

During the uprising and after the war, nobody used their surname.

- What was the name of this insurgent? - I don't know. I don't remember.

I don't know, he used the name 'Boar'.

- I don't remember anything else. - Go on.

Then they moved us to Pruszków, I lived there in the attic of a house.

There was that boy whose name I can't remember.

I don't know, Marian Łysiak or something... I don't recall the name.

Once I went up to the attic where he kept his pigeons,

he was taking eggs from the nests, so I came in and...

Go on, go on.

- Don't you know what went on? - Later, when you moved out of Pruszków.

Well, in Łódź there was this guy, called Tarasini.

I mean, his real name was Górka,

- but everybody knew him as... - Next.

Well, then there was my husband, Konstanty Dziwisz.

- Did you cheat on him? - I did not.

Anyway, what business it is of yours?

I'm asking.

Well, I don't mind telling you everything,

- I just have to know why... - Do you know Witold Lemański?

- I do. - Have you slept with him?

No.

He is of a different opinion.

Well, if you know better...

- Did you buy currency from him? - I didn't.

We found ten gold 20 dollar coins in your apartment.

Well, if you locked me up because of that money...

it doesn't make sense. I never had anything to do with that money.

I don't even know this guy.

- Did you visit him at home? - Once.

- What did you do there? - He invited me for coffee.

And when you drank peppermint liqueur and ate doughnuts made by Pomianowski,

what happened next? Who started undressing who?

He you, or you him?

Who told you about the doughnuts?

- Do you know Major Olcha? - I do.

- Well? - I don't know.

Fairly well, I suppose

He organised the band concerts at the army bases.

I knew him just as well as everyone else from the group.

- Your friends didn't sleep with him. - Neither did I.

I have here the testimony of Corporal Sokołówko

who claims he found you and the major in an compromising situation

on 15th July 1950.

Shall I read it out?

It happened only once.

- Major, are you finishing up here? - Yes.

Sign here.

- Can I take her away? - I said yes!

If I catch you lying again

I will hit you so hard that you will never forget it.

- I won't sign anything. - What...?

- Why won't you sign? - I'm not signing anything.

But it's your confession.

Lieutenant, once again from the beginning. Her whole life...

Will you let me go?

If it was up to me, I'd put the likes of you up against a wall

and shoot you in the back of the head.

- Where are you taking me? - To a better cell.

You won't be there long.

Up the stairs.

Hello.

- What's your name? - I'm Tonia.

Mira Szajnert.

Listen, what's outside this window?

- A hospital. - What did they lock you up for?

- And you? - Me?

For kissing boys in school.

How long have you been here?

A year-and-a-half.

Are they murdering people in that hospital or what?

Good morning.

Cell ready to report. Prisoners: two. Present: two.

Any requests?

- None. - Not today, thank you.

- Good morning. - Witkowska.

Good morning.

Witkowska.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Bless you.

Is this cupboard free?

Wait, it's mine, it's mine.

- Is this bunk free? - No, this one is taken,

but you can lie down here.

- What's your name? I'm Tonia. - Honorata.

Holy Jesus and Mary, where did you get it?

From home. From our farm.

Help yourselves.

You want some? Here you are.

- What's wrong with you? - I'm not hungry.

Here you are. Would you like some?

And some bread. There you go.

Eat. One has to eat well.

When you eat well, you can take just about anything.

What are you staring at? Try some, I don't give a damn

I'm on a death sentence, anyway.

What are you talking about? What did you do?

A party official came to our village to survey the land.

To survey! To take my land away!

I took an axe to him. Would you give up your land?

The land your father and grandfather worked? Well, I just had to kill him.

- How did you know? - From the newspaper.

It said that generals Tatar and Kirchmayer were sentenced to life.

Colonels Utnik and Nowicki got 15 years, and Roman, 12 years.

Distinguished people, all of them.

- What is it? - Wheat, what else?

How could Spychalski and Gomułka let such a scandal happen?

Apparently they were arrested too. One big spy ring.

What are you doing? Nothing will grow there.

Where does the path lead to?

Which direction to take?

I'll never meet the one I love

The one I've been waiting for...

Letter 'D'.

Letter 'D'!

It's you.

Guard, I beg of you, don't take me

to be interrogated, I am so terribly tired.

Stop fooling around,

stand up and go.

Come on, go. We'll all be in trouble because of you.

To which political organisations did you belong before,

during, and after the war?

I've never belonged to any organisation.

Bullshit! You must have been a Girl Scout before the war.

No, I have never been a scout.

It never interested me anyway.

Your first lover was a member of the Home Army resistance movement.

True, but that's better than being a Nazi, isn't it?

Let me tell you why.

You were attracted by the reactionary resistance movement.

By the right-wing forces, and yet you were born into

a working class family, right?

Where is your class consciousness?

I... could I have a cigarette?

No! You think only about yourself.

Eat, sleep, get some guy in your bed...

This is your morality, your attitude towards life.

While others worked for the fatherland, you were a mere parasite.

But I've worked since I was 16...

You call wiggling your arse work?

What planet are you on? What is our political system?

What is the power of the people? In what country do you live?

- Name, date of birth. - Antonina Dziwisz, born 1st April...

Sit up. What happened with Olcha?

- Daughter of Stanisław... - What happened with Olcha?

I've already told you.

Not enough.

- I don't know anything else. - Tell me every detail,

and you'll be back in your cell.

- It was hot... our band was performing... - Sit up.

- Head up. - In the camp...

It was hot, we were staying in tents.

I was hot, so I went outside. I saw the glow

of a cigarette, I went over to get a smoke.

It was him. It was Kazimierz Olcha

He said, let's go swimming... we had no costumes...

so we swam in the buff, but it was completely dark...

Later, we found ourselves in a truck...

You said it was on the grass.

- and then our costumes... - On the grass or in the car?

- No, I said it was in the car! - Your story keeps changing.

- First you say one thing and then another! - No!

Did you fall in love with him?

No.

When did you decide to have intercourse, in the car or earlier?

Why are you prying into my private business?

Is your husband no good in the sack?

- Leave him out of this! - Why, then? For the money?

- Did Olcha pay you in dollars? - No!

Where did Olcha get the dollars from?

- We found dollars in your apartment. - I don't know!

Sit up! Head up!

- I don't know. - What did Olcha pay you in dollars for?

For sex, or something else?

I'm innocent! Why can't I get a piece of paper?

Why can't I get a pencil?

I want to write a letter to my husband.

- Why don't I get any parcels? - Here you are!

- Or letters from my husband?! - Here.

Sign.

Holy Jesus and Mary.

They killed her.

It's not so easy to die.

No, she's okay. Nothing broken. She just fainted.

Let's get her up. Up you get. Sit.

Okay, you need to sit.

Come on, come on. Sit down, sit down.

Straighten up her head.

Look, honey, look. The last piece.

- With garlic, see. - Leave her alone,

- she can't eat now. - She has to eat, she needs strength.

Open your eyes.

Come on, sit up.

- Do you fee okay now? - Yes, I'm okay.

Letter 'S'.

Hold it together.

Did you sign anything?

Did I sign? Everybody signs.

Well, yes... but I'm innocent.

It doesn't make any difference. Guilty or not,

- you have to sign. - But I didn't do anything wrong.

No one can leave this place innocent.

It just can't happen.

But I'll make it because I'm here by mistake.

What do you mean by mistake?

Well, they mistook me for somebody else

- and they'll realise it. - The authorities don't make mistakes.

Take my advice and confess while you still have time.

Otherwise they may eliminate you.

As they eliminated Colonel Wereszczyński,

who refused to confess.

They told his family that he died of a heart attack.

But I have nothing to confess.

In which case you have to invent some crime.

But why should I lie?

Why should I make something up? Why do they need

- a false confession? - Listen, it isn't just you.

The authorities know what they are doing.

You have to understand there's a violent class struggle going on.

The enemy is everywhere, lurking where you least expect it.

We have to be vigilant.

And every fight, if it leads to victory, is good. Every one.

You must understand that.

But I'm in prison, completely innocent.

What do I care?

Listen, it won't always be like this.

In five, ten years, when we overcome all our enemies,

our methods will change.

It will be completely different then.

I suppose you would also like your children to live in

a just, safe world? This can't be achieved without sacrifice.

It just can't.

Jesus! And you agreed to be a part of the sacrifice?

Sit in prison, innocent?

I am an American spy.

A real spy?

But not subjectively.

All my life I have been a communist.

Objectively, I am a spy and it was proven.

- Anyway, I confessed immediately. - But I don't understand.

Comrades from the Central Committee asked me

to serve as a guide for an American in Poland.

He claimed he was a communist. And then it turned out that he

worked for their intelligence service.

And I showed him everything.

Steelworks, factories, coal mines, airports... everything.

He passed the information to Washington...

and I helped him do it.

But you didn't do it on purpose, you didn't know

- he was a spy. - Well, this is what I said.

Subjectively I am not a spy,

but objectively I was spying

and I must be punished.

Kostek! Kostek!

Kostek! Kostek!

Kostek!

I think it's high time you had a wash.

And stop splashing the water.

You're not alone in this cell.

Wash yourself.

Please, wash yourself, comb your hair.

You know what they really want is for us to behave

like animals, not like people.

Leave me alone, leave me alone!

You're behaving exactly as they want you to.

God! God!

A year ago I was exactly the same as you.

Leave me alone. Get away from me! I've told you!

You've wasted so much water.

Yes! He says to me, "You better sell everything,

"land, cows, horses", he says, "and we'll go to Brazil."

"We'll build a house, we'll have children, because here, those bastards

"will take everything from you."

Jesus, I wish I could go to Brazil.

A guy from Osowo, who went to France, said he didn't like the food there.

- Why? - There was no wholemeal bread,

only white bread for breakfast. Who'd want to eat that?

I'd like some white rolls.

I said, "Do you think I'm so stupid as to give up my land?"

"Where my family worked all their lives?

"I'm not so stupid to let them steal that from me."

He was furious and went to the barn,

got drunk and slept for two days.

Listen, listen.

Have I told you how we went with Kazik Olcha

to Ostróda for a show?

- No. - Well, I'll tell you.

One day, they told us to go to Ostróda to do a show.

So me, Kazik, Dziunia, our dresser...

We got absolutely shitfaced after the show.

I was so drunk... Dziunia trips over her own legs...

Kazik Olcha totally gone. We're walking, looking...

and there in this field... there are tanks,

cars, cannons.

So Dziunia says, totally pissed,

that she wants to get in a tank. And as she wants to, so do I...

I want to get in there too, don't I? Well, I'd never been in a tank.

- So I'm getting in the tank... - Don't sit on the bunk!

So listen... Where was I?

So I get inside the tank... and when you're in one,

you want to shoot something, don't you? Dziunia was so drunk that...

I said, "Now that we've got a tank, let's blow something up!"

I'm going to shoot, Kazik says. "Load!"

He showed us, you know... I don't know what they're called...

Some levers, some screws. We fire: whoosh!

We fired all over the place. We look up and an alarm's going off...

Whistles, sirens... Soldiers running around,

getting into trucks. Others scrambling to get dressed...

buckling their belts. They must've thought war had broken out!

Finally we get out and look around. It turned out that the shell was live.

We'd hit the latrine, and shit went everywhere!

So the soldiers were running, sliding in the shit,

getting into trucks... Me and Dziunia,

we stank so awful for the next two weeks,

that we couldn't even go on stage!

- Korczyński won't rat on Gomułka! - To the wall!

Korczyński won't rat...!

Have you got a cigarette?

I would like to clarify my earlier testimony.

- You're welcome. - From what I said previously,

it might seem that I slept with men just like that,

but it's not true.

Each of those men meant a lot to me.

When I gave you those details I forgot about the most important thing.

- About love. - About feelings.

I mean except that pigeon boy that I simply felt sorry for...

- You're up to something again. - No, really.

So, you're saying that except for the pigeon boy,

there was something between you and each of the men you slept with.

- They all meant a lot to you, didn't they? - Yes.

Can you tell me how much Olcha meant to you?

- Well, I... - I mean, just a moment.

For example - what would you do for him?

I've said everything I want to say,

and now I want to know the most important thing:

why was I arrested?

You're welcome.

Do you know what capital punishment is?

I do.

- Sure? - Well, yes.

The death penalty.

Let's say, then, that you have this choice: Olcha or a bullet in the head.

Which would you choose?

I'd rather live.

So Olcha doesn't mean that much to you, does he?

Listen, if you help us, we will help you.

We can appeal for leniency when sentencing.

Sentencing for what?

You have to tell us everything about Olcha.

Who he used to meet, what you talked about.

Everything, down to the tiniest detail.

But I only spoke to him about personal matters.

If I tell you all my private matters, they won't...

- They'll stop being private. - But you already told me

how you slept with one man after another. Those were intimate matters as well.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I was foolish. Anyway, nothing of what I said can harm anyone.

- Maybe except me. - And how do you know what you tell

- may harm Olcha? - Well, I don't know how you'll use it.

I give you my word that everything will stay between the two of us.

- Your husband won't know a thing. - Leave my husband out of this.

Okay, I'll be honest with you.

- But I expect honesty from you in return. - Well, I went a little overboard...

But how can I know you're telling the truth now?

I give you my word that I will tell you everything. The whole truth.

If it can be so, okay.

- Your word? - My word.

However, I have to warn you that it is a matter of the gravest importance.

Olcha was exposed by the security service.

He is accused of the most heinous crimes: treason, betraying his country,

spying for foreign powers, sabotage...

- Kazik? - Yes, yes.

But that's impossible.

- And yet... - But it really is impossible.

He was arrested with all his accomplices.

Okay! How did the conspiracy begin?

But I'm trying to explain there was no conspiracy.

Listen, we have a conspiracy, for example, when three people

are talking in a room but they go silent when a fourth person enters.

- So the three people are in a conspiracy. - But nobody stopped talking

- when I entered a room. - Because you were part of it,

the same one as Olcha.

What conspiracy? What plot? We just were

a group of friends, people who got on well together, drank vodka together,

told jokes... Haven't you got friends?

Anyway, if you knew Kazik, you'd understand that he's just

a great, cheerful guy who loves life, likes to drink vodka, likes girls...

Above all, he's my friend.

You call a traitor your friend?

- I trust him more than you. - You deserve a bullet if only for that!

But that's not all.

You participated in the destruction of a military installation.

What installation?

Have you forgotten about the incident in Ostróda?

- Who told you? - Do you admit it or not?

It was Witkowska, wasn't it?

I was just telling a story in the cell...

An invented, completely invented... a funny story to cheer us up.

- To improve the mood... - We have indisputable proof.

Okay. So a hole full of shit went up.

- What's that got to do with... - A latrine is just as important

to the army as a gun.

You weakened the defensive potential of our fatherland.

Thus, you were working in favour of Western imperialists.

We were drunk. I didn't even know what was going on...

You know what it's like. Haven't you ever been drunk?

If you confess that you were working under Olcha's orders,

you may save your neck.

But it was my idea to shoot.

"Major Olcha used me as an intermediary for spies from foreign embassies..."

I didn't say that.

But it's true, I didn't invent it.

I want to read my earlier confessions.

- You signed them. - I'm not signing this.

You know very well it's not the truth.

No?

Great, I couldn't get a hairdresser.

I'll give you curls.

So is it true or not?

Well.

Maybe it is true, isn't it?

- Yes. - Louder! Yes or no?

Yes!

Well?

Sign.

- It isn't writing. - Try here.

It doesn't work.

Oh, damn it! Dip it there. Write.

Fucking shit! Write.

It doesn't work. The nib is broken.

Shit! Fucking whore! Write!

Guard! Guard - to the bath!

Come on!

No! Please, let me go! It hurts!

No! No! No!

I'm afraid!

I'm afraid! No!

- No! My God, no! No! - Faster! Faster!

- Watch out! - Shit! What is...

Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Leave her alone.

It's okay now.

Listen, they've taken the peasant girl.

Listen, you have to wash yourself. You have to wash and comb your hair,

you see, so as not to turn into an animal, do you hear me?

And you have to eat a lot, then you can survive anything.

And you have to sign, and sign and invent your crimes.

The more crimes, the better, then our children will live

in such a wonderful, such a happy world.

And you have to give a clear, honest answer

- to every question! - Silence!

Because if we don't they will beat us, you know?

Class consciousness is awakening within me!

Don't you understand? I was stupid!

I shot at a military installation.

And people like me deserve the death penalty.

And one has to belong to all organisations.

Silence!

And you will keep on ratting on me, won't you?

Yeah, go on, take it out on me.

You're very welcome. I'm used to it.

Communists are always responsible for everything.

You're very welcome.

So?

What happened?

What happened?

Calm down, right now. Calm down.

Calm down.

Holy Jesus and Mary, what did they do to you? Jesus.

God, calm down. Calm down. Be quiet.

Be quiet. Quiet.

Silence. Very, very quiet.

It's okay.

- Dziwisz Antonina reporting. - Thank you.

Please, sit down there.

- Eat up. - I've just had breakfast.

I know what you had for breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

You're being foolish, even you can see that.

You'll get weaker. What will you gain from that?

I guess you're right.

Nice rolls, from the town, I guess.

- Why is there no knife? - Because it's not a restaurant!

I want to talk with you seriously.

Helping the security services is the duty of every citizen.

Decide which side you're on.

On the side of a traitor, or of honest people?

That means the fatherland that feeds you!

Why do you protect him?

You said you only loved your husband.

Why are there no napkins?

I'm serious.

My mother used to say you shouldn't talk about serious matters

during meals because it's bad for your digestion.

Listen, if you cooperate with us,

if you at least show some willing... you'll be treated much more leniently.

- So what am I going to get? A lollipop? - I'm serious!

So am I.

I've got a terrible sweet tooth.

You'll get access to the prison shop, parcels, letters from home.

Wouldn't you like that?

And what do you get? Promotion to Director of Public Baths?

I am not your friend. Show more respect.

And what makes you so important, you shit?

Nazi bitch! I tried to be nice to you.

But I'm obviously wasting my time. The Major will teach you a thing or two.

It's you he should teach. You believe in all this. I pity you.

Major, she refuses to comply.

Put a knife to it, it really helps.

Bring her in.

Major, Mira Szajnert reporting.

Read.

- "I, Mira Szajnert..." - This here, and louder.

"Together with Antonina Dziwisz,

- "the lover of major Kazimierz Olcha," - Can't you read louder?

"went to a meeting point where a liaison officer greeted us.

"He gave Antonina Dziwisz the order to gather data about military

"installations for French intelligence..."

You see, she says black, and you say white.

Mira, why did you do it? Did they force you?

Come on, tell her, did we force you?

Confess, the sentence won't be too bad, just a few years.

They forced you.

I had to, really.

Guard, to the bath. What the fuck do you mean?

"You had to"? You signed it yourself!

Not that one! This one!

So? Will you sign?

Don't be a fool. Sign and it's all over.

Everything.

The authorities aren't going to tolerate sluts like you. Do you hear me?

Undress.

Everything.

Come on.

You filthy whore.

Do you think you can make me angry?

If you don't sign this right now I'll shoot you like a dog.

I'll count to five.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Get dressed.

Fucking bastards.

Fucking bastards.

Fucking, jerks. Pieces of shit Pieces of fucking shit.

Fucking scum.

You don't even believe in all this bullshit yourselves.

Fucking shitty bastards.

- Sadist. - I see, we haven't yet

dealt with the matter appropriately.

You'll tell us everything eventually, it's just a question of finding the right method.

What method can you use to force me to do anything?

- You haven't got the imagination. - Silence!

Gestapo! Nazi! Gestapo!

If we haven't yet taken you in hand, it is only because

- we're human beings. - The Gestapo also called themselves human.

You insolent, stupid slut. What do you know about the Gestapo?

What do you know about concentration camps? Having cold water

poured over you in freezing temperatures? Death by gas chamber?

I'm tired.

You're not going back to your cell until you sign this.

You can walk around here.

Sooner or later you'll sign everything.

You have no reason to fight any more.

The sooner the better, you'll save us all a lot of trouble.

There is nothing within you that would give you strength.

No great idea.

You must imagine you'll be a great heroine.

One doesn't become a hero out of stupidity, but for a great ideal,

from dedication to a great cause. What ideal do you defend?

You want to die? That's okay, but in the name of what?

For whom? For a traitor?

Only those guided by a great ideal win.

Those who push against the tide of history must perish.

No one will even remember them.

It's as if we're all in a car turning a corner.

One wrong move and we're all wiped out. Think of it like that.

If now, at this stage, when our system is still so vulnerable.

If our enemies find a single crack...

it could have terrible consequences.

Try to understand.

- Eat. - I can't.

- And without someone else. - You can put the dumplings in the oven,

Leg higher. Stop singing.

- I don't know, stop bothering me. - Ada, you're misbehaving...

- I'll be late. Stop singing! - It won't do, you can't change it...

- I don't know when. Yes, see you later. - When I see your crazy ways,

- I gives me a cold sweat... - Stop singing.

- Ada, you must be raving! - Stop singing,

or I'll smash your head with this phone!

You cretin, what are you thinking? I can bring in

any man from the street and he'll confess to anything that I want.

Ada, you're misbehaving! It won't do, you can't change it!

Ada, you must be raving! It won't do, you can't cha...

Ada... Ada, you're misbehaving! It won't do, you can't change it!

It won't do, you can't change it...

Ada, you're...

Major, someone's on the phone for you.

- What? - Upstairs.

Thank you.

You stupid woman...

- What are you thinking? - Are you trying to make a fool of me?

- There was no call. - They must have hung up.

- What is she doing here? - She's unconscious. We must bring

her around. She won't tell us anything in this state.

We'll have to start from scratch.

- Take care of it. - Yes, sir.

There, there, my sweet.

Now you see.

- I'm afraid. - Don't be.

- I'm afraid. - Don't be afraid, pussycat.

- I'm scared. It's a dream. - What dream?

I'm afraid. I'm scared. It's a dream!

- What dream? - No, I don't want to wake up! No!

What time is it?

Five.

Five in the morning, or five in the evening?

Five in the morning.

I'll tell Major that you let me sleep.

And he'll replace me with someone who wouldn't.

Why did you do it?

I don't want to force you to confess.

I want you to freely admit that you're guilty.

Guilty of what? Do you believe in all this?

I'd like you to understand that for the greater good,

in state matters,

it is sometimes necessary to sacrifice individual interests.

And sometimes even friendship.

Maybe you'd do it but I don't know anyone

who would behave like this, who would say such a thing.

And what about Mira Szajnert?

You want to convince me that all people are swine,

that if I was betrayed, I should also betray others.

You don't know my friends, you don't know my husband...

There are people who don't betray others.

You're still very naive.

There is no unconditional honesty.

In the concentration camps what was honesty for one

was utter betrayal for another.

People are capable of anything. Far worse than you think.

Everyone. Without exception.

- Were you afraid? - I was.

- Yes, I was afraid then. - I'm afraid too.

- Of what? Death? - No.

Of loneliness.

Don't you believe in God?

- I don't know. - So in the name of what

do you suffer all this?

You know, I was always a poor student so as punishment

my parents sent me to Warsaw to work.

My whole family in Lwów perished. I survived because of my punishment.

Then when the uprising started, I fell in love with this boy.

His codename was 'Boar', at least that's what he told me.

I was very taken with him. He wore shiny officer's boots

and had a German machine gun. I liked him very much.

One day I got away from the bakery, I went to meet him at the barricades,

we went to some apartment, it was during a bombing,

debris flying everywhere.

And it was really wonderful, the very first time...

I hurried back, feeling guilty that everyone was working

while I was out enjoying myself.

But when I got back the bakery was gone.

Ruins... a pile of rubble. Everyone had been killed...

And do you know what I think?

In life, you have to do stupid things and allow yourself to follow your whims.

Reason and obedience are not necessarily rewarded.

And I guess this is all I believe in.

I'd like to go back to my cell.

To the birthday boy, Sergeant. To health!

- To health! - To health!

As you understand, each case...

- Cigarette? - What is it, my dear?

- Major? - Yes?

- Shall we strip her? - Who, my boy?

This one.

- Let her alone, she must stink. - Who stinks, who stinks?

She's got nice tits, I saw them myself.

Morawski.

Give the patient her drink.

- It's a waste of good vodka - So what if it's a waste?

- We've had enough. - Drink...

- Come, Kryśka. Help me. - Coming.

Have a drink, baby.

- Go on, drink. - Come on, have some.

- Have a drink. - Drink.

Well, gentlemen.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

Now she's going to puke.

Let me live! Live! I want to live!

Please, don't kill me! I want to live!

Let me go, I beg of you! No! No! No!

Leave me!

Your name and age.

Your name, date of birth, father's name.

- First name. - Antonina.

- Family name. - Dziwisz.

- Father's name. - Antonina.

- Father's name. - Dziwisz.

Date of birth. Date of birth.

So? Will you sign it or not?

This is your last chance.

No.

Shoot.

Come on, now.

Shoot now.

You! Tell him to shoot me! I can't take it any more.

Do it! Please!

I told you these methods were wrong.

Some lunatic's party, some theatre? What is this?

A brothel or... or an investigation?

Where is Mira?

They let her out. She's free.

Good.

I can't take it anymore.

Let me go! Let me go! I'm innocent!

Let me go! Mummy!

Let me go!

I'd like to inform you that I'm taking full control of your case.

Does that make any difference to you?

How are you?

Guard!

Tonia, how are you?

Are you all right?

I wrote you so many letters. Couldn't you answer?

What is going on, Tonia?

For the first few days

I didn't know what had happened.

I thought you died... had some accident...

I thought I'd go mad.

A few days later they suddenly searched the apartment.

Finally, I was summoned to the security service at Koszykowa Street.

One of the officers explained that you are accused of espionage.

I didn't believe it. I still don't.

But Tonia, he showed me your confession.

With your own signature.

Tonia, how could you? Were you Olcha's lover?

You slept with Wituś Lemański. So many others...

Was it that easy?

Didn't you stop to think that I was your husband?

I will never forgive you.

You destroyed our marriage so thoughtlessly.

So coldly and cynically.

Tonia, I hate you.

I hate you. I don't want to see you ever again.

I came here only to

tell you this much.

Because I can get a divorce without your consent anyway.

That's all.

Tonia, say at least that it's not... That they...

Nothing?

Stop.

This is a parcel from your husband.

What did I say?! Go!

Oh god!

What happened?

- Help! - Jesus...

Help! Help! She killed herself!

You murderers! Bastards!

Save her!

Murderers! Save her quickly!

Holy Mother of God!

You know, she comes to me and gives me three parcels.

So I say, are you mad?

Three parcels for me with such things?

Look, she's awake.

- Where am I? - In heaven, Princess. Heaven.

- Am I still in prison? - What do you think?

Of course you're still in prison.

- What time is it? - A little after lunch.

- And the year? 1952? - I don't know, maybe it is 1952.

I don't give a damn, anyway. I'm here for life.

- Have you got a mirror? - A mirror?

So you can slit your wrists again?

- Jan Woźniak. - Take all the water from the siphon.

- Kisses... Jan Woźniak. - Kisses for you too.

Legs and tits.

- Emilia Walasiak! - Yes?

Someone for you from the men's ward.

He sends kisses for your legs - and tits.

She's so smart!

Mira.

I thought they let you out.

Yes.

You're not angry with me, are you? I don't hold anything against you.

No...

Mira, what's the matter with you?

Mira? You don't recognise me, do you?

You don't know.

Mira.

Take it, Princess, just don't tell anyone you got it from me.

Sleep, sweet Jesus, my little pearl,

Lullaby, my baby, precious and dear

Sleep, sweet Jesus, sleep, oh, sleep!

Holy Mother, cradle him, to sleep, and wipe away his tears.

Letter 'D'.

Best wishes.

Cell reporting. Prisoners: 6. Present: 6.

Any requests?

Prisoner Dziwisz Antonina asks to see the investigating officer.

She wishes to make an important statement.

Name, surname, date of birth.

I need to tell you something in private.

All confessions must follow strict protocol. I'm listening.

You may come to regret it.

Leave.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You know I can't be alone with you.

Tell me now, what's going on? Do you need something?

I'm pregnant.

Don't worry.

I'll say I was raped in the hospital when I was unconscious.

I didn't say anything about Olcha, and I won't say anything about you.

It makes no difference. Olcha was executed a long time ago.

You son of a bitch.

- Tonia. - I want to go back to the cell.

Tonia, listen, we must talk.

Don't touch me, don't touch me!

- Comrade, you called me? - Yes, take her back to her cell.

Call the matron.

Just a moment. Wait, what is this?

Just a moment, wait!

Waligórska. Antonina Dziwisz.

Dziwisz, do you hear me? Move yourself!

- And the parcel? - The parcel's for me.

- There's nothing else. - Show us.

What is it?

- A woollen sweater? - No, it's nylon.

Almost new. It was supposed to be an old American one.

- Hands off. You'll get it dirty. - It's a bit too big for me.

- But perfect for you. - I'll buy it for a hundred cigs.

You can kiss my arse for a hundred cigs.

News! Stalin is dead! Pass it on!

Listen! Stalin is dead!

How? What? What? Dead!

- When? - Is it true?

Impossible, have you heard? Have you?

- No, Jesus! At last! - Finally it will all go to hell.

What happened?

Stalin is dead.

Rejoice, fools. Oh yes.

I told you, stop screaming!

The toilet's dirty. Clean it.

The towels are dirty. Change them.

- Name? - Kalinowska.

- First name? - Maria.

- Baby's name? Baby's name! - Tadeusz.

Name?

- No! No! No! - Dziwisz.

- Give it back! - Shut up!

- Name? - You pigs! No!

- Antonina. - Baby's name?

- Małgorzata. - Give her here.

But be careful because that child is...

Name. Your name.

I beg of you! I beg of you!

What do you want from my baby?

I beg of you.

Listen...

You'll be released in three months.

The child is in the orphanage on Przybyszewskiego Street.

Take her away.

I see.

Hello? Hello, operator?

- Watch out! - Come on.

The child is doing fine in our care.

She's developing normally. And her father comes to visit.

Not too tall, a little bald?

No, madam. Tall, slim, with glasses.

This way, please.

I can't recognise her.

Excuse me, let the lady go, let the lady go.

Come, Małgosia.

Małgosia.

- Go to mummy. - Małgosia.

Małgosia, I am your mummy.

Come on, come.

Małgosia.

Małgosia.

Come to me. Małgosia.

Małgosia. I am your mum, do you hear me?

Małgosia.

My dear daughter, please, don't cry.

This really is your mummy. Please, calm down.

Don't cry. She's sorry.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy.