All language subtitles for 2010. Jan Kidawa-Blonski - Rózyczka

"Why won't you gentlemen
such tales recall?"

Adam Mickiewicz "Forefather's Eve"

present a film co-funded
by the Polish Film Institute

LITTLE ROSE

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WARSAW, SUMMER OF 1967

- Another pint and same chaser.
- Oh, no, Roman. I can't any more.

A jigger for me
and lemonade for the lady.

Sure boss.

Beautiful...

There's no occasion...?

How do you know?

So I'll finally find out...?

I'm waiting.

I feel so happy with you....

The snack and jigger amount to...

Wedding and baptism photos, huh?

Funerals.

Reporting, Comrade Secretary...

The investigation is in progress...

A difficult circle to penetrate...
We'll certainly double our efforts...

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir, I understand.

A month...

A SUMMER RETREAT AWAY WARSAW

... Days of tension and anxiety.

A violent escalation of
the conflict in the Middle East.

On Monday, June 5,
Israel started aggression.

Israeli fighter planes in
combat with Egyptian planes,

defending airports and strategic
targets on the Sinai Peninsula.

Other Arabic countries have
given full support to Egypt...

Look at that.The Israeli aggression toward Arabic...

has met the applause of
the Zionist...

I hate to listen to that clown.

Each and every Polish
citizen should have

only one homeland -
Polish People's Republic.

MAY BOOK FAIR

As every year, the crowds
at the Palace of Culture

besiege book stands to get the augraphs
of their favored authors.

I've just arrived.
What did you say?

When are you coming here?

There's a line waiting...
I'll tell you later.

Yes... I miss you bad.

- Kamila?
- Rożek? Report immediately.

Yes, Sir. Coming.

It's you, Professor?

And it's you?
Let me introduce... Miss...

Kamila Sakowicz.

Ms. Żarska - my acquaintance.

Miss Kamila plays a responsible
role in our faculty...

I'm only a typist in the dean's office.

I understand. You must meet very often.

Excuse me, I have to go.

- You were to make a call.
- Be seeing you.

Comrade colonel,
Captain Roman Rożek...

Forget it.

I didn't know
you were such a dancer...

May I know
who your date is?

- An acquaintance.
- Close?

No, not very.

Do you know this here?

- Certainly, it's...
- I know who it is!

I don't want this Zionist shit
to pour out unchecked.

You know where it will trickle first?

Down on my head.

Sit down.

A cigarette?

Stop it!

Stop it, you hear?!

Something wrong?

I won't eat this soup.

I see a free table!

Sorry.

Good afternoon sir.

- Dorota our table is occupied.
- Good afternoon!

Sir... My fiancé.
I told you about.

- Pleased to meet you. Warczewski.
- Rożek.

- Professor lectures at my faculty.
- I've heard a lot about you.

Let's sit in with you.

Where's Ms. Roma?
I haven't seen her lately.

Daddy quarreled with her.

- You have a rose for me too?
- Dorota...

I'm afraid I don't, but...

- With Donald Duck!
- What do you say?

- Thank you.
- Come back right away.

And your fiancé's trade?
Sorry, I missed the name.

Roman is in foreign trade.
Has a managerial post.

- What's your line?
- Leather.

- Trading leather goods?
- That's correct.

- So you go abroad?
- Often.

I'm happy to have
met you at long last.

For four years I can't go abroad
because I am denied my passport.

I keep hearing someone
goes there on my behalf.

Finally, I've met that someone.
I see him with my own eyes.

What a lovely weather today.
Shall we go to the riverside, Roman?

Does he go to church?

Who?

That professor of yours.

I don't know.

It's Sunday. Don't you
know if he's been to Mass?

How would I know?
I don't go to church.

Find out, then.

What's your beef?

Nothing.
He seems... fake.

- A very nice man and witty at that.
- A hypocritical smart ass asshole.

Aren't you jealous of him?

Are you? A little?

He fancies you, right?

I don't know if he does.
He's nice to me.

That's enough.

You can get close to him
without raising suspicion,

talk to, pump him...?

I guess I can. But what is it you want?

- Hey Mister!
- Dorota, come back!

Hey, Mister.

Do you have a gum with Micky Mouse?

Dorota!

I see that you're awake.

Daddy!!!

How many times do I tell you not
to accost strangers?

Strangers... Fuck it!
A nice guy...

Let's leave this place, please.
All right? Please.

Listen to me.

That wit of yours, Warczewski.
His true name Janusz Wajner.

A Jew. A clever,

camouflaged Zionist,
an enemy of People's Poland.

We have such intelligent,
witty and nice a dime a dozen

in the ministries, on editorial
boards, at universities.

Who pretend they want to
do something for the country.

But in reality are ready to
betray her at any moment!

They must be exposed and removed.
So they can do no more harm.

Now you understand what I want from you?

- Let go of me!
- Kamila!

Please.

What's the matter?

They're pushing me terribly at work...

I could go abroad, earn more...

This is for us.

Please.

WARSAW, BOOKSELLER'S CLUB

Augustine used to say
that the Creator

had given man free will
and an opportunity

to continuously choose
between good and evil.

That's the choice the main
characters of my novel make.

Isn't writing about history
escaping from the reality?

Maybe you simply lack courage?

- Ladies and gentlemen!
- Sid down!

I don't think I'm a man
of exceptional courage.

There're certainly some
here braver than me.

Maybe you?

You see, my past is well known to
those who root around

in someone else's biographies.
I, of course, mean historians.

So it's no secret what I did
during the Nazi occupation

than after the war,
and why for some time,

eight years and
three months to be exact,

I couldn't join in the building
of the new reality.

Not of my own will.

You judge for yourself
if that took courage.

Why don't you write about love?

In this matter, I'm afraid
I lack courage.

Thank you very much.

- To whom?
- To me, sir.

So many people here...
What're you doing here?

I've come out of curiosity.
I'm interested. Shouldn't I?

Well, why? I just thought

that girls like you have
more interesting things to do.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

To Danuta.

- I studied Polish lit for two years...
- And you dropped out?

It worked out that way.
Next I finished a typing course...

Hence the dean's office.

I try something, I mean...

- ...to scribble.
- Really?

Yes. Very modest attempts.

Interesting. Why don't you
show them to me?

I have an appointment. I hardly
expected to meet you tonight.

All right. I understand.

We'll have an opportunity...
to talk about literature.

Say hello to your fiancé.
Good bye.

REPORT... ON SEPTEMBER 26, 1967,
I TOOK PART IN...

Why so late?

Here.

That's what you asked for.

Won't you even peek?

What's this?

- What've you given me?
- You told me, asked me...

Exactly.
I asked you for something, yes?

You said yes.
And what have you given me?

"During his soirée, Adam
Warczewski talked about

his literary inspirations..."
Some fucking crap!

Did I tell you to go
to some stupid soirées?

Don't you know
a sharp operator like him

could camouflage himself,
blather about inspirations

and obligations to take
everyone for a ride?!

- I was supposed to get close.
- To get close, fuck it!

To get close,
you fucking get it?!

I'm not interested in what
he says in public.

I need to know what is he really like,

when alone with pals, gets drunk, shits!
Do you get it?

That's why you really
get close to him!

To twist him
around your little finger.

You must get into
his house, his sack,

be with him day and night
till he spills something!

You can't carry out
the task otherwise...

- Leave, please.
- Calm down. Listen.

Leave. Don't you touch
me, please. Leave!

Get out! Take your fucking
things and get out!

I'll explain everything.
Just give me a chance.

- I'm listening.
- Not here.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Let's drive to my place.

Your place?

- Trust me.
- You think I'm that stupid?

Just trust me one more time, Little Rose.

POLICE AND SECURITY SERVICE CHAMPIONSHIP

Do you have... a gun?

I do.

Show me, then.

What for?

I've never seen one.
I'd like to...

Have you killed someone?

Do you love me?

- I'm outta here. Bye.
- Kamila!

Wait a moment.

Sit down for a second.

Write.

I, Kamila Sakowicz...

Write.

Hereby I, Kamila Sakowicz,
pledge to cooperate

with the Security Service
of PRL, as a secret collaborator.

To stay undercover...

I assume the code name...

Choose a code name.

Come on.

LITTLE ROSE

All right.
Sign it.

Be seated.

I'm back from the Central Committee...

where I heard the question:

"If all of yours are
so smart and loyal,

where the fuck are results? "

Who needs your smarts
and loyalty,

if we can't handle
a handful of Zionists,

as every smart ass, professor, writer,

for Judas silver coins from Munich,

can do what he pleases
and laugh in our faces?

That's the question I heard.

I also heard there,

from very serious comrades,

that there are no results
in this Department,

which the Party expects of us,

because there are those
who take hard pains...

...not to obtain any results!

Malkiewicz.

- How many years in the firm?
- Eighteen.

And all that time
People's Poland trusted you.

Yes or no?

But you haven't had
the time to inform us

that your sister lives
in a kibbutz. Yes or no?

So I don't have to tell you

where those who've
betrayed our trust belong.

Who just pretended being loyal,

whereas their loyalty
has been somewhere else!

Rożek!

Report in my office!

The briefing is over.

Excuse me.

Hi Paweł.

May I?

It's you.

You gave me a scare,
engrossed in...

Please. Certainly.

- Why reading that drivel?
- It's a very interesting book.

Besides, I have to catch up...

You know...

When I met you, I decided
to enhance my knowledge,

especially of
our modern literature.

There is so much of it.

I may help you.

Really? You could?

Excuse me. I must go now.
I've stayed too late.

NOTEBOOK

While a drama is unfolding
in the Middle East,

we have the feeling to
be participating in a farce.

It reminds of a familiar joke:

Then a Swiss soldier stormed
in and stole a Russian watch.

- Or the other way round?
- A joker, he.

We're led to believe that a Polish
citizen of Jewish origin,

what he didn't even realize,
is a dangerous "Zionist".

A deadly enemy of...

I'd like to fucking know
who writes this?

I have the last analysis

from reconnaissance.

The Mark comes from Warsaw
intellectual circles

with contacts in
academic ones.

Get the hang of it.

And have her work on it...

What's her name?

- From univeristy.
- Little Rose.

Exactly. Little Rose.

A good piece of advice for you, Rożek:

Our passions get the better of us

and your Little Rose
is not a bad chick...

But they dish dirt that she's
turned your head.

In our trade the head shoud be
in its place.

And dick should be either.

Get my drift...

Yes, sir.

Comrade Colonel...

Come let's dance.

Sit down.

Won't you dance
with your Mata Hari?

- You're drunk.
- Let go of me!

Look, Kamila, it's been nice.
but let's go home, OK?

Is this an order?

Stay put. I'll pay.

Don't worry.

- Be right back.
- I'll wait.

Let's pull up our socks
and grab our cocks.

- I'll sing you a song about love.
- Beat it!

- Shall we have a good time?
- Lay off.

- I'll lick your clit.
- Beat it!

Let go of me!
Leave me alone!

She's a whore!

A whore!

- You'll kill him, Roman!
- Mister Rożek!

- Mr. Rożek!
- All right.

You can see she's a whore!

- You'll kill him Roman!
- Mr. Rożek!

Let's go home, Roman, please.

Roman, please.

Play the music!
Have a good time!

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

50TH ANNIVERSARY OF
THE OCTOBER REVOLUTION

I'm awfully sorry.
My bus was late...

Never mind. Since the nation
has waited 50 years

for this anniversary,
what's these five minutes?

Here. This is what you lost.

- Thank you for taking the trouble.
- My pleasure.

THE PREMIERE OF
"The Forefathers' Eve"

I hope you haven't peeked
into the notebook.

- The temptation was strong.
- Just scribbling...

You said you could advise

and guide me.

- But on one condition.
- What?

I'll tell you what to read,
or not to read rather,

and you'll show meyour literary efforts.
Agreed?

- They're still so half-baked...
- Let me be the judge.

If you want to read
such exercises... A deal, then.

I'm very happy.

Oh, Adam! We weren't
sure you'd come.

Why? I'm not dead yet.

Quite the opposite.
I'd say you're starting over.

I've listened to the radio lately...

You don't say!
What were they airing?

A Central Committee plenary
session or a literary cabaret?

- They say you write skits for them.
- No kidding, Adam. Not that radio...

The Seen from Warsaw.
Don't tell me you don't know.

I don't know who it is,

but the guy cuts to the quick
with a sharp razor.

If he's from here,
congratulations on his courage.

Seen from Warsaw
but aired from Munich.

That's courage for you.
Excuse me.

They say whom
God wishes to destroy,

he first makes him mad?

"...Our young are in jail.
They tell us to go to the ball."

"I want to put my penknife in his belly.
Or punch him in the kisser."

"...no point to kill or punch a guy.
No gain from that would come."

"They'll find a reason to close
the universities."

"Cause the students - Jacobins.
And to... eat your young."

"He'll pay for the torment,
So much blood and tears."

"The tsar has a kennel here.
So what if this dog dies?"

- "- The knife is burning, let me kill!
- I give you the last warning!"

- "- Let us cut off his crest.
- To destroy all of us?"

"No wonder they curse us here,
as a century has passed..."

"of sending from Moscow to Poland
only the basterds packs."

- "- Rascals, thugs, criminals.
- I must deport you..."

Go back to Moscow!

- "- Nobody will avenge us!
- God!"

This is a scandal!

After Russian delegation
left the room, the mark said:

So they got the anniversary they wanted.

They've brought
the matters

to such a pretty pass
that a classic written

a 100 years ago sounds like a topical
comment and political satire...

No wonder, the audience, especially...

- Please, I beg you...
- No wonder the audience,

the young especially,

respond in that manner...

He wondered how
the authorities

would drink this beer
they've brewed.

Moment.

About the young. Can we conclude

that the spontaneous
reactions were controlled?

- But how?
- That the young were led by someone,

When to aplaud, what slogans to shout.

I didn't notice.

You lead me to believe
that those ovations,

at such moments, were spontaneous?

I don't know. Maybe not.

Rose thinks,

that those allegedly
unrestrained reactions

could've been...

an organized action,

controlled by...

individuals...

such as...

the mark.

Sign it.

Roman!

Sign it.

Your coat?

Thank you.

Come on in, please.

- Daddy...
- Aren't you asleep? Hello.

- You remember the lady?
- Hi.

Say hello.

Forgive her. She's a bit wild.

I understand.
She has it hard without mom.

Please.

Excuse me.

How many books...

Have you read all of these?

Of course not.

What for?

Books are not
there to be read at once.

First, books are beautiful objects.

Second, they are like friends:

it's good
if they come in handy,

as you never know
when they can be of use...

You talk so beautifully.

I was to show you what to read.
Are you still interested?

Certainly. That's why I've come here.

Great. So...

I guess you should start

with Miłosz,

Herling Grudziński,

and Cat Mackiewicz...

You've heard about those writers...?

- Yes, but have never read them.
- I understand.

They have been banned.
The authorities do everything

to erase their names from
your generation's memory...

That's all for starters.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

A glass of wine?
I've got something special.

With pleasure. Why not?

Please sit down.

- [in French] Dorota, go to sleep
- [in French] I don't want to sleep!

Stop showing off!
Off to bed! Quick!

I have this proposition.
I'm older than you after all,

The first name basis?
I'd feel younger.

Oh, really?

Not that I don't want to.

All right. It'll be very nice.

- How do you find it?
- Funny somewhat...

- Funny?
- But good.

No, it's all right.
I was worried...

This is Haut-Medoc 1959,

which I brought
from my fellowship...

- A pity we opened it...
- Come on...

By the way, I was so poor in Paris then,

but spent my weekly allowance on wine.

So expensive but... sour somewhat.

- You really don't like it?
- I like my wine sweet.

You see...

wine is something more than a drink.

It's the fruit of the sun.

It's culture,

civilization that brought forth

the greatest works of human spirit.

This is Program Two of Polish Radio.

It's 9:00 P.M.

- We'll broadcast...
- Excuse me.

This is the Polish Section
of Radio Free Europe.

Here's another broadcast
of Seen from Warsaw.

Throughout several weeks
The Forefathers' Eve

at the National Theater
has become something more

than just an interpretation
of the national classic.

This is not about
the director's ideas, the acting,

or even Mickiewicz's play.

It's not about what's
happening on stage,

but about the scenes
played in the audience,

which are the hardest nut
to crack for the authorities

nagged by Soviet comrades.

This is the Polish Section
of Radio Free Europe.

- What's that on your head?
- Not here. Come inside.

I've brought you a typewriter.
You're a writer, no?

Here are your 'literary efforts',
not to tire yourself...

What's this?

What're you reading?

What do you mean?

I must bring myself up to speed.
I must know about such matters.

You don't need to read this shit,
nor drink this acid.

I'm very happy you've
been awarded this prize.

Congratulations.

So you've finally
bagged the old man.

Excuse me?

Watch out, my dear.
First, our Adam is emotionally unstable.

- And second... you write?
- How do you know?

What do you think?

I'm just trying to write.
It's just the beginning.

Have no illusions
that he'll help you.

I've seen many a young talent
he took under his wing.

Nothing doing.
I might be of great help,

or damage your interests
if you stand in my way.

- Oh, Ms. Roma!
- Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

[In French] This is Miss Kamila
Sakowicz from the university...

The geezer has gone crazy.

[In French] Are all Polish women
so beautiful?

Are all Polish women
as beautiful as you?

"...the mark, who has an excellent
command of French..."

"...offently used
the following sentences..."

Pro... provocation... communist...

"Communist provocation", "Jews. "

He used many times the phrase
"The West must help us..."

- You've translated it yourself?
- With the help of a dictionary.

Us...? He meant a specific group?
Did he say anything else?

I don't know. In school
they taught me Russian!

"After the evening wrapped up,

the cultural attache proposed
the mark to work at the Sorbonne.

The mark turned down the proposal,
as impossible to accept. "

How do you know? You understood?

He told me himself later.

All right.

Find out why
he doesn't want to leave.

- I know.
- You do?

He said: "Why should
I leave? They should first. "

- They? Who, then?
- I don't know.

Maybe such as you.

Sure.

Roman,

what is this?

Thank you.

Sign for it.

The people's homeland
can be grateful.

You're good at it, you know?

Why are you so down
in the dumps?

- A bagel?
- No.

- How about feeding the swan?
- No.

Please...

Let's sit down.

- Why here?
- We'll rest awhile.

I didn't know you read
that Party paper.

This is a priceless
source of information.

- Daddy, he ate out of my hand.
- Thank you.

Has anybody told you
how much alike you are?

- Why, Dad is old.
- I meant the character...

Tell me a fairy story.

I don't know any.
Nobody has ever told me any.

You're deceiving me just like Dad.
He doesn't know any either.

- Because he writes fairy stories.
- They're no fairy stories.

How do you know?
Ever read any?

- No. He won't let me.
- Won't let you read his books?

He does, but they are very boring.

When I wanted to see
what he was typing once,

he wouldn't let me.

And when some men come to him,
I'm forbidden to enter the room.

The grownups must sometimes
talk about their things...

- Dad says that they plot.
- He told you?

Yes. But I wasn't to tell it to anyone.

You can to me.
I won't tell anybody.

Good night.

SECRET COLLABORATOR
"LITTLE ROSE"

"...I gained the mark's daughter trust..."

"According to the instruction."

Adam, I think I must be off.

I understand...

Your fiancé.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I offend you?

I prefer not to talk about it.

Certainly.

You never talk about yourself.

There's nothing interesting.

Everyone has something interesting.

- You know many interesting people.
- That's not what I meant.

- Everybody has his... secret.
- What secret?

I must go.
I've stayed too late.

"The Jews in Polish Culture"
To Adam Warczewski

"A Man Among Scorpions"
by Czesław Miłosz

"What the Stones Speak About"
by Adam Warczewski

To Ms. Kamila

- Hi!
- Hi.

Dad's not in.
Will you come in?

I just wanted to
return books to Daddy.

When will you come to us?
It's been a long time.

I don't know.

When is Daddy's back?
I have something important.

- Who's come, Dorota?
- Kamila.

- Who?
- Kamila.

He's in Kraków for lectures.

In closing,

the famous sentence,
that Cicero said once:

KRAKÓW, YAGIELLONIAN UNIVERSITY,
NOVEMBER 1967

"Historiam nescire hoc est
semper puerum est."

"To be ignorant of history
is like always being a child. "

I say, that sometimes,
there is nothing wrong with that.

To be a child means not to
reconcile oneself with evil

and always to look
to the future with hope.

Thank you.

What's this? A scar?

A childhood souvenir.

I know nothing about you.

It's hardly an interesting story.

Not worth returning to.

You know what they call
a virgin in the orphanage?

No.

She's the one who runs
faster than they chase her.

Ever wanted to run away from here?

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Your name day?
- No.

Women receive flowers
not only on special occasions.

- He's popped the question?
- Dorota...

BOXING NIGHT

Your place or mine?

I think it shouldn't be your
place or mine any more.

- Someone could notice us.
- I was asking where to?

I've been living with him since Thursday.

With whom?

Warczewski, the mark.

No, Roman.

Fuck!

Just a moment!

You think they're able to
ban "The Forefathers' Eve"?

- You know, they can do anything.
- And Moczar's opinion? He can benefit.

He introduced me that Michnik.
Very talented guy.

Bright future in front of him.

Gotcha!

- I wondered when you did it.
- What?

Catullus said,
"Nulla dies sine linea."

Not a day without writing a line.

I was curious when you wrote yours.

- Show me.
- No!

- Show me.
- Not until it's over.

- What's it going to be?
- A short story.

Maybe about us?

I'll become a literary character at last.

Come on write... A Tea?

Get the fuck out of here!
Fuck off!

Walk up to the window
to see if the first star is on.

- I'll help in the kitchen.
- Everything's ready, but if you're...

In the meantime, I'll have vodka.

Is this you Adam?
Vodka?

- Why, we'll have herring, yes, Mom?
- We will. So what of it?

Fish likes to swim.

But before the Midnight Mass?

My God...
How long ago it was...

Our wedding.

My husband Karol, God rest his soul,

died well before the war.

Why should I tell you such sorrows...?

Something merrier soon.
Take a look, please.

What a pretty child Adam was.

- Mom, please.
- Why, it's very interesting.

His baptism, first Communion...

- What's this uniform?
- Austrian.

My husband Karol Wajner,

was a clerk
at an Austrian post office.

- Presentable in that uniform.
- When will Santa Claus...?

Exactly! Dorotka, run to the door
and see if he has arrived.

He's not there.

He dropped in
while you were away.

- Through the chimney. He brought this.
- Presents!

Excuse me I must leave...

I promised someone,
an elderly person...

Thank you for everything...

- ...and Merry Xmas.
- You didn't tell me.

Miss Kamila has a good deed to do.

You heard her. Does she have to explain?

I'll walk you...

Once again Merry Xmas.
Excuse me.

- Kamila, wait. What happened?
- Nothing.

Nothing? What did I do?

You did nothing. Adam, please...
I'm just not ready yet...

- It's too early.
- Too early?

He is important to you.

You are important to me.
Understand it, please.

I just need some time.

I'll wait.

What is this?

"I've ascertained that
the mark is not a Zionist

He is not a Jew at all.
Wajner is an Austrian name

and the family's been Catholic
throughout generations. "

Who cares?

- This is the truth.
- Bullshit!

- Either the truth or a lie!
- Who are you siding with?

With me, us, or them?!

When we say he's a Zionist,
then he is. Got that?

If they said that about you,
it'd make no difference to you?

Fuck it!!! Sorry.

I can only wipe my ass
with such a report.

Little Rose, the going was so good.

I thought that you were
really up to something.

Don't do any nonsense
and all will come up.

Little rose!

Let go!

Little Rose! I said sorry!

WARSAW, NEW YEAR'S EVE 1967

Attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

We begin the countdown:

10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5, 4,

3, 2, 1!

Dear Comrades.

Our first response to this
calender change of time

is expressed by the question:

What's this New Year
going to be like?

What'll it bring to everyone
of us, our country and nation,

to the world and mankind?

I wonder what to wish you.

You have everything:
health, beauty, talent...

I'd rather wish myself

to see you by my side
as long as possible.

You're a darling.
Happy New Year, Adam.

I'm dizzy.
Shall we go out for fresh air?

Of course, let's go.

Wait. Isn't that your...?

Look.

Doesn't matter. Let's go.

Hello! Long time no see!

Hello.

Happy New Year!

All the best.

May all your plans be realized.

How does the land lie
in the leather business?

Excuse me?

In your trade. The foreign trade.

Thank you. Everything's fine.

How you doing, Kamila?

Everything's fine.

We'd gladly drink
a glass to our encounter,

but my pals are waiting.

- All the best.
- Happy New Year.

Sympathetic. His taste,
however, has deteriorated.

Could we go now?
I'm not feeling well.

- Why? Already?
- I have a headache.

- Pop a pill.
- I want to go home, Adam.

Calm down.
It's a New Year's Eve.

I'm going...

Kamila, wait!

Kamila!
Ouch!

Adam! What's wrong?

It's my leg.

Wait. Don't move.
Can you get up?

The ideal has hit the pavement.

What's going on here?

He must've broken his leg.
Help is needed.

- Your ID.
- Can you call an ambulance?!

I said ID!

Adam?

What are you doing here?

Won't you say good morning?

Get out of here.

I beg you Roman. Get out of here.

Fuck!

Have you brought me
a Micky Mouse gum?

- I've forgotten.
- Go to bed, Dorota.

Mister is leaving.

Listen, there is something...

Tell Little Rose that writers
are planning an important meeting.

She must be there
and put down every word.

How?

- They will need a secretary.
- They have their own.

This is our business.

Say hello to her from me.

Go lie down for a while, OK?

- May I with you?
- Yes, you may.

Good morning Mr. Kazimierz.

- And who are you?
- Me?

I am... Adam Warczewski's wife.
Excuse me.

You know I seldom speak in public.

I mostly stay home
or go to cafés.

But this time
I'd like to say something.

That's because,

I went to a premiere
at a theater some time ago.

Nothing special, you'll say.

But I've remembered
that premiere very well,

because I'd taken
a certain woman along.

It was a very
important day to me.

Now let me, colleagues,
ask you a couple of questions.

How many of you
have had a sentence

or a fragment of your work
edited out by the censorship?

Go ahead. We're in our own
circle. Nobody's

eavesdropping or recording.

Those promoted to be
writers have been left outside.

Excellent.

Now who has had his whole
short story or article banned?

And a whole book or play?

Let's congratulate ourselves.
We have a new colleague now.

A great Polish writer, dead
for 100 years: Adam Mickiewicz.

Serves him right.

Even he got what was coming to him.

Writing his Forefathers' Eve
113 years ago

he was already scheming
how to insult the Soviet Union

on the very anniversary
of the October revolution.

But he miscalculated.

The People's powers that be
saw through his scheming:

No room for such subversive
literature on the national stage!

So ladies an gentlemen,

what seems incredible to us
is a simple logic of history

he envisaged himself, writing:
"Hands fighting for the people,

the people themselves will cut off.

The names dear to the people,
the people will forget.

Everything will pass.
After the fight, the storm,

the effort, quiet, ignorant,
little men will inherit. "

The heritage of culture of this country,

was taken over by little ignorant men.

They took it,
because, in their arrogance,

they counted on ruling
the people's hearts and minds.

But we see it today
that they have failed!

There is no consent to
the dictatorship of ignoramuses!

And this young generation
is showing us

what Poland they want
to live in.

In Poland without lies,
censorship, and enslavement.

And we Polish writers
must be with them!

We must tell them:
"We haven't

been able to make our
dreams of freedom come true.

That's why today
we pass them on to you! "

You've overlooked
an important sentence...

What?

I said I was with a 'certain'
woman at the premiere...

- Not suitable for the record.
- Quite the opposite.

Everybody must read that.

I'll be right there...

Working so early?

I have to deliver this.
The deadline's today.

- Dorota's in school?
- Don't worry. She's had breakfast.

I have to ask you for help.

I know you're tired,
but I can't do it myself.

No problem. I'm going to town, anyway.

This is dangerous.

I'm an adult. I'll manage.

Remember the bench
in the park,

where you and Dorota fed swans?

It must be put there. At 12:00.

- In a copy of the Party paper?
- In Party's paper.

Thank you, darling.

Watch out.

"SEEN FROM WARSAW"
...RADIO FREE EUROPE

Look, here's mum!

A stenographic record and my last report.

- What do you mean last?
- My last. And that's that.

Wait.

Leave me alone!

Get out you whore!

Nothing new has happened
since the previous report

except a PEN-CLUB meeting,
whose steno record is included.

P. S. I have decided to accept
the mark's proposal.

Our wedding is March 15
this year... Little Rose.

I don't know how to put it...

We've known
each other for so long...

Exactly. Spare yourself
an introduction.

It may hurt. It's about
someone close to you....

The woman with whom...

Kamila.

Rumors have it,
even more than rumors,

I'd call them reliable
information that...

That?

That she is a Secret
Service stool pigeon,

maybe even an agent.
She informs on you, on us all.

- Especially on you.
- That's not the point.

They say you want to marry her.

They purposely planted her, Adam.

I'm sorry.

You won't provoke me.

Tell your comrades
to make up a better tale.

- This is a misunderstanding.
- Go now.

How much do they pay you for this?
Make up a better fairy tale!

WARSAW, MARCH 8, 1968

The left the Reader's Club and came here.

What do we do, Comrade Capt?

Get me smokes, Zawadzki. No filter.

Freedom of speech!...

No bread without freedom!...

Please disperse!...

The police won't enter the university.

Please disperse! Go home!

Please disperse!

- Thank you, comrades!
- No bread without freedom!...

Gestapo! Gestapo!

Professor!

- You mustn't do this!
- Go away, man!

You're violating
the autonomy of the university!

Get the fuck out!

Bolshevicks!

BRING BACK "THE FOREFATHER'S EVE"!

Citizens! Disperse now and go home!

- Became a lover boy, huh?
- You are mad!

Willing to tie the fucking knot?

You know who your bride is
you've been fucking?

A literature adept. A loving admirer!

- Enough!
- I'll say when it's enough!

You know what your fiancee is?

She's been our secret
collaborator all along.

Code name Little Rose.
Very romantic, no?

A good match for
the old goat you are.

She squealed on your
every word and move.

- Enough? Now marry her!
- Nonsense!

Nonsense?
Here you are:

Hereby, I, Kamila Sakowicz,
pledge to cooperate

with the Security Service
of People's Poland

as a secret collaborator.

Kamila Sakowicz,
code name Little Rose.

... Quote: How the authorities

will drink the beer
that they have brewed...

Here...

Fuck it. Read it.

I have taken Dorotka to Grandma.

You can't imagine what's going
on in town, because of the riots.

Buses don't run.

I had to take a taxi.

Adam, do you hear me?

I've bought you a tie.

Something happened?

... of the 50th anniversary
of the October Revolution

in our country. The Forefathers'
Eve directed by Dejmek

brought about an unpleasant
friction and was used

to undermine
the Polish-Soviet friendship.

The taking off of
The Forefathers' Eve

was used by reactionary
and hostile forces to Poland

as a pretext
for their dirty dealings.

Those who summoned
the meeting of the writers

of Warsaw were not
interested in obtaining

explanations concerning the
taking off of The Forefathers's,

but to fuel a fight against
the leadership of our Party,

against the government,
against the people's power.

Both in the preparations
for the meeting of writers

and the course it took
and in the inciting

of the academic youth to riot,

one of the leading roles
was played by Adam Warczewski.

His true name sounds different!

His true name is Janusz Wajner!

One of the instigators,

he attacked everything dear to
the heart of every true Pole.

The time has come to say clearly:

For such troublemakers
and renegades as he,

there's no room in the ranks
of creators of national culture!

No room in the socialist homeland!

Look!

Wiesław! Wiesław!...

That Hitler was the
way he was,

but he was really right
on this count.

I'm not saying: take them
to the gas at once.

But if they don't like it here,
it's up to them:

Off to Madagascar
or that Siam of theirs...

- Pull over.
- What?

Pull over. I want out.

Here.

To the fucking Siam.

To Siam!

You will have time now
to think all this through.

And more responsible
individuals

will take care
of educating the young,

those of an impeccable ethical attitude,

who understand better

what the socialist higher
education expects of them...

- I understand, sir. Good bye.
- Comrade President.

That's what you should
call me: Comrade President.

You should understand.

In the present situation,
the book cannot be published.

They've just called
from the printing house.

The printing has been suspended.

- I understand.
- That's not all.

I'm afraid...

that in such a situation

you will have
to return the advance.

Hello...

Get the fuck out of Poland.

Captain Roman Rożek reporting.

What's this?

A motion to issue a warrant
for Kamila Sakowicz's arrest.

As her supervising officer
you claimed she was very good.

Kamila...

Sakowicz was a very
good secret collaborator until...

So what?

Until what?
She was re-recruited.

You have evidence?
How sure are you?

- I just know.
- You do?

Didn't she just try to marry the mark?
And you're just jealous?

That's not the point,
Com. Colonel.

No? Then why
did you blow her cover?

- I had to...
- What?

Did you hear the question?

She... had crossed
over to our enemies.

Our? Who exactly do you mean,
Comrade Captain Rożek?

Or you should have said:

Captain Rozen, huh?

Listen Rozen.

Not only have you destroyed one
of our best informers,

but also have lied to your superiors,

about your true origins.

So who has crossed over
to the enemy, Rozen?

- Comrades...
- Rozen!!!

You are no longer a Party member.
Our local cell has OK'd it.

Return your weapon.

Weapon!

And your service ID.

You may leave now.

May they live to be a hundred...

Let's go to "SPATiF".

INTERNAL AFFAIRS BUREAU
PASSPORT OFFICE

Kamila, show me.

A travel document?

Daddy said we'd get passports.

Doesn't matter. They'll let us cross
the border with this too.

Come, we have to do shopping.

The holder of this document
is not a Polish citizen.

What is a Polish citizen?

Someone who lives
in Poland - a Pole.

- Am I not Polish now?
- You are. Be quiet.

- Kamila, are we Jewish?
- What's come over you?

- We're getting off!
- This is not our stop!

We'll take a walk. Come.
Excuse me, sir.

Look, how beautiful!

Kamila, look!

You don't have one!

Give it to me! Come!

Come!

- I said come!
- It hurts, Kamila!

Adam!

WARSAW, GDANSKI RAILROAD STATION

The express train
to Vienna is departing

from Track One at Platform Two...

- Take care! Write!
- Don't worry aunt, I'll...

Are you boarding the train?

Pressured by the anti-Semitic campaign,

started by the communist powers
after the so-called

March Riots of 1968,
nearly 15,000 people left Poland,

including 500 scientific workers,
almost a 1000 college students,

200 employees of the press
and publishing houses,

filmmakers, actors, writers.

And also many officers
of the Polish People's Army

and of the Security Service (SB)