God! 39! That cold staircase...
I don't even have an aspirin.
Mommy, I'll be waiting for you...
... in the church.
Careful or else you'll break them.
- Remember how I did that? - Not exactly.
Wrap this wire up in cotton wool, dip it in the spirit, light it,
warm up each cup inside and put it on the back.
They'll suck in by themselves.
- Here's some more aspirin. - Thank you.
You're so active in that orphanage.
Ewa has told me.
That's true. Maybe I shouldn't tell...
But they harbor a little Jewish girl among those kids...
- These are for her... - It's dangerous... Be careful.
- Can you trust those people? - I don't know... I guess so.
- Maybe you shouldn't go there? - I try to be careful.
They asked me to see if someone could harbor her.
People are scared. No one trusts anybody.
- But we can look around, yes? - Yes, sure.
- How old is she? - Seven.
- A small kid. - But intelligent.
- You talked to her. - A word or two.
But Kate told me, the one who got me involved in that.
Don't you take her in by any chance.
I thought about it...
But I can't. Germans came to me last night.
Someone had informed them that I harbored Jews.
- Why didn't you tell us? - I am telling you now.
The landlady says someone fancies our apartment.
She even wants to find me a lodger, but I don't trust her.
Right you are.
I could move in with you, but I can't leave your father...
And Jerzy, the Krasuckis' son? A decent boy, like his folks.
You could register him with you.
That's a good idea.
Better not for the time being... Registration is not so simple.
Don't worry. They know how to do it. I'll talk to them.
If not him, then someone else.
It's important to do it quickly. I'll let you know.
- Good. Dad... - Keep away, my girl....
- Wish you good health. - Thank you.
Thank you for your help.
Well... take care.
Hello.
What happened?
Let Ola stay with you for a couple of days, OK?
Of course. Don't cry, darling. What's up? It's Lucjan?
I don't know how to help him.
I'm afraid he may do something to himself.
I must go, excuse me. Take care. Bye.
In the basket under the table, there are three on the straw:
A white frog, a gray Dopey, and a black Gypsy.
The youngest prankster, a hairy, tiny Gypsy,
black all over,
but has white gloves. The elegant.
dWhy the white slippers,E the Frog wonders.
Lie still.
May I?
I've come to return the book. I read it all night long.
May I take off my coat to talk a while?
Yes, please.
Awfully sorry about the intrusion last night.
The informer was serious and my duty was to check it out.
Luckily, it was a false alarm. I've ordered an investigation.
- No one will bother you anymore. - Thank you.
A French wine. Thanks for the book.
May I open it?
I no longer drink wine. But you go ahead.
I'll fetch a glass.
Take one for yourself.
I'll be happy to drink in your company.
Please sit down.
I'm ill at ease when you're standing.
Or you want me to go?
I know... I'm uncomfortable too...
A bad German last night,
today I come with a bottle of wine to a lone woman.
I know what you're thinking.
I hate myself because of the intrusion.
Not that I love Jews. On the contrary.
Like all the Germans
I think they don't belong in the Third Reich.
But to see you here alone, above suspicion,
a victim of denunciation, made me feel depressed.
Hence I decided to drop in and to say sorry.
Please drink with me
to prove you accept my apology.
The book was not a pretext.
A great fan of the French literature,
I read Le Rouge et le Noir in French in college
and remember how it greatly impressed me.
The lot of the poor Sorel
always sent shivers down my spine.
Women, when in love, are ruthless. Don't you think?
I don't know.
I've never been in a similar situation.
Never been jealous of your husband?
There was no reason.
Half a year after the wedding,
he went to the war,
not to be seen since then.
You've had no chance to experience that indeed.
I've gone through that.
The woman I ditched for another
informed on me falsely
and I had to face unpleasant consequences.
I somehow got out of that.
Hence the book seems so personal to me.
By the way, haven't you received any news
about your husband?
None.
Do you know where he fought?
In the Krakow Army.
First at Jordanow and then at Tomaszow Lubelski.
And no news about him or his friends?
None...
Don't be afraid. Maybe I'll be able to help?
How?
I'll try to find out if he is in an oflag.
His documents may be somewhere.
I'm sure he's alive!
- Was that here? - No...
Yet... you deceived me.
That's what you've come here for, right?
My name's Jerzy Krasucki.
My father talked to your mother about...
How have you got across town? The curfew.
I have my ways... You still need a lodger?
No, I don't.
A girl friend with a kid has come over today.
I see. I'm late...
A pity.
I'm sorry.
Frau Kurska?
Yes or no?
Yes.
Major Wiettenbach told me to give it to you.
Take it.
Aspirin.
Who's brought it?
An acquaintance.
You remember last night?
You were lying on the floor and I cuddled up to you.
- And before that? - I was sleeping.
Yes, you were... Luckily.
Luckily?
You were very ill. When you woke up, you were much better.
What do I do with it?
We'll eat it.
I wonder if we should.
You said it's a gift.
From someone I don't like.
Only I'll eat it, then.
Logical.
- What does it mean? - That you're clever.
Mom used to say the same thing.
- Do you know where she is? - What?...
- No, not yet... - So we won't send the letter?
Not yet.
We'll wait till we find out where she is.
We'll never find out.
Don't even think like that.
I know it.
Nobody knows everything.
Matters sometimes take an unexpected turn.
You're all I have left now.
True, but we'll find your mom too.
Shall we take chances?
Try to cough as quiet as possible.
- Is anyone in? - No.
Come, we have to talk.
- What's the matter with you? - I don't understand.
The engineer Krasucki, Jerzy's father, came in the morning.
I misled him, he said. You have a lodger already.
Oh, that...
The day before you asked me to find a lodger,
whereas you have somebody.
First you bother me and then I look bad.
That's not so sure yet.
The friend from the post office asked recently
if her sister with a kid could move in with me for some time,
as she'd been evicted. What else should I have said?
When do they move in?
This week. She has to confirm it, though.
And that German?
What German?
Jerzy saw a German officer leave this place last night.
Indeed...
That officer who looked for Jews here.
Why did he come?
He asked about Zbyszek if he really hadn't returned.
Scumbags!
You look very bad.
I worry about you.
I can't stand it... That's enough.
- What should I do, mom?... - Joanna...
I'm alone... Others returned or sent letters at least.
I don't even know if he's alive...
I have no work, am running out of money,
can't find a job, the police intrudes on me,
they want to take my apartment. I'm scared.
I don't know how long I can take it. And these...
What?
These complications... with the apartment...
Don't worry.
Things will look up. Other matters too.
Why, you have us, Ewa, and friends.
We'll survive this war. Just pull yourself together.
I know.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it back anymore.
I understand. You don't have it easy.
But no one does.
Krasucki has problems with work,
always afraid of deportation to Germany.
They fear for their son.
He's in resistance... and is going on a mission.
It wouldn't be safe if he stayed here.
- In my situation... - I guess you're right.
Your friend's sister seems a better idea.
Well, I have to go.
Here's some milk
a neighbor brought from the country.
Thank you, Mom.
- How's Ewa? - No idea, darling.
Ola sleeps at our place.
I suggested that she move in with you,
but Ewa wouldn't agree.
I still don't know about Xmas Eve...
God, I forgot it's so soon...
The supper's at ours as always. I don't know about Lucjan...
If he comes in this plight, you understand...
- And the cups? - What cups.
- For that sick kid. - Oh, in the orphanage?
I haven't been there yet. Perhaps today.
Take care and don't give up.
Just in case, you have a family, remember.
- I do. Love to Dad. - He's off to work tomorrow.
Bye, darling.
Bye.
Rose... Rose, wake up.
You must get up.
You'll eat, drink milk. Then you'll stay alone. I must leave.
I don't like milk.
Come on. Milk's worth its weight in gold.
It's a miracle Mom brought me.
- Mom? - Mine...
...was here a while ago.
You have Mom too? But you're you're so big...
- Everybody has one. - I don't.
Only for some time.
But we'll find her. Be patient.
Don't give up and recover. That's why milk.
Good. I'll drink milk.
Well...
We understand each other. Great.
Staszka!
God, Aska! What's up with you?
You've been promoted.
- How do you know? - I asked about you.
The boss wanted me in the sorting room.
- Should I've refused? - No, excellent!
- It beats cleaning anyway. - Tell me...
What is it? You wouldn't have looked for me otherwise.
Come. I'll tell you on the way.
It's a delicate matter... and discrete.
All right. Tell me.
- You spoke of your sister. - Exactly.
My friends harbor a little Jewish kid, age 7.
Yet the Krauts have sniffed out.
So the friends look for someone to take her in.
- Why me? - I don't know... You said...
So what? I'm supposed to ask my sister?!
Only checking. Just in case.
The neighbors harbored a whole family.
When the Krauts found out, all were deported.
Their fate unknown and their house - still empty.
- Girl! It's the wrong number. - Sorry.
I wanted to help them. And the little one too.
Not fond of the Jews, I got nothing against them.
The horrible things they do to them...
But everyone has a life. I do too.
I want to see the war end. Make sure you do too.
How did you get involved? I don't envy you.
Not me, my friends...
Never mind. Just asking. I won't bother you.
I know someone who organizes such things.
He doesn't know I know. I can talk to him.
- Where do I find you? - I'll come to you.
- In a few days! - I'll come. See you!
I was afraid you wouldn't be in.
I've come to say goodbye.
Off to Holland tomorrow.
I'd prefer France,
but it's a war. Things change overnight.
I'd rather you got rid of the girl when she recovers.
- Your husband was in the oflag in... - Really? So he lives?!
Unfortunately, died of pneumonia at the start.
You should get it in writing.
I'm sorry. I did all to the best of my ability.
Yeah... All right.
My train's in 2 hours and still so much to do.
I won't forget you.
Goodbye.
Best Xmas wishes.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...
Why are you crying?
- I got bad news. - About your Mom?
No. My husband.
He's dead.
I kept hoping he'd return safe and sound.
Just like others...
Not all, but many returned...
I thought we'd both live to see the war end,
I'd have children and watch them grow, play, and study...
What should I do?
I'm still young.
I've just started my life...
Don't you want me to be your child? Don't you want me?
Of course, I do.
- Won't you give me away? - I won't.
For sure?
I'll be a good girl, study and help you.
I can do anything. Really. I'll drink milk.
I'll never give you away. You're my little girl.
Hello.
The landlady of Pijarska St. sent me, Mrs. Kamin...
Hush... no names. Come in, please.
You can buy a piano, I heard.
Yes, come on in.
What's the matter?! Leave me alone! What is this?!
You're charged with collaborating with Germans
and an intimate relationship with an SS officer.
The Polish Underground Court sentences you
to have your head shaved. If you continue your contacts,
the next sentence will be much more severe.
- Mete out the punishment! - No! No! It's not true!!!
Oh, it's you?!
What happened?
Open the door!
I didn't do anything. I was a good girl!
- It's not your fault. - Whose?
Bad people.
Why did you have your hair cut?
I didn't...
They did me wrong...
Made me look like a whore.
I'm nobody...
Not true.
You're Joanna, my second mother.
I love you.
Stay here.
It's me! It's me! Open up!
The landlady said you're in. Open the door!
How could you do it?!
What a shame! God!
What a shame!
God...
Xmas Eve in a week.
We were supposed to be together again. And now?
Father collapsed today...
We don't want to see you anymore.
Maybe someday...
When people forget...
Eat something.
In a big city far away,
with millions of houses
and millions of chimneys
lives a brownie slob...
Joanna...
We have nothing to eat. We're going to die.
You cannot die.
I can go and buy something if you want.
You mustn't. I'll go.
I'll go...
To Mrs. Kope?. I have an appointment.
She's off in 2 hours.
Just one minute. I've brought something for her.
All right. You know where the sorting room is?
I do.
- Five minutes at the most. - All right.
Staszka...
For a minute.
What're you doing here?
I've come about that matter you know.
Why not a few days ago?
I couldn't. Sorry.
I talked to the guy...
We can't talk here. Come. I'll explain everything.
I don't want to go there.
You said you wouldn't give me away.
We talked about it.
You said you're big now and understand everything, right?
You know I love you.
You're my little girl. I don't want to give you away.
There's no other way out, though.
I said I'd be going far away. I can't leave you here.
Besides, it's very dangerous here.
And there's a chance no one will do you any harm there.
You'll meet other kids.
Will you come for me when you're back?
Of course, I will.
When I'm back.
And we'll look for Mom together.
And Dad. We'll do it.
Come.
Come, it's late.
Praised be Jesus Christ.
For ever and ever.
So you're Rose.
Come with me.
You'll meet other girls.
Well... take me by the hand.
Please, no goodbyes.
Come let's go.
Will you come for me?
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Subtitles by Jerzy Siemasz