Remember Johann Schwiniak?
Where'd he play?
Winger for Corona Goerlitz.
Slammed one into the net from 15 meters in the 2nd half against Borussia.
Tylek scored against Borussia. And not from 15, but 20.
- Aren't you right? - Am I not?
- You're a big-mouth, that's good. - I saw it, so I know.
You saw shit. Schwiniak scored against Borussia.
I remember that fucking Silesian's reaction when they blew the whistle.
He didn't even play in that game. Blitz, Kozera, Edwin...
Jens up front, I can name them all, except for Schwiniak,
- 'cause he wasn't there. - Sure he was...
But I'm not surprised you don't remember one of yours from Bytom.
- I wouldn't remember him either. - Fuck off.
Ain't I right?
You forget one of your own from Bytom and thought I'd fall for it.
- He's one of yours. - Both of ours.
But I didn't booze it up with him or go whoring with him either.
- Me neither. - You're too young and too stupid.
Did you know that Schwiniak still plays?
Times have changed, but he hasn't stopped.
He just plays for another team. You know which one?
What do I care?
- Stubborn idiot, okay then... - Stop it, please.
Shut your trap, don't ask me for nothing
and listen, when I speak to you.
I'm scared...
Schwiniak's got a new team, guess what it's called.
- Give me a break. - Guess!
I don't know.
Gestapo Kielce.
Schwiniak's a good striker of the ball. When he puts the boot in, ribs shatter.
He's a translator for the Gestapo. That's some career he's made.
Not like you, private first class twat.
- You're a twat. - I breathed in
your shitty German Silesian air till I was 8. It doesn't count.
It counts just as much, even more...
I'm scared.
Fucking go!
A translating gig, not bad? what do you think?
We could all be in his place, couldn't we?
Give it a break with Schwiniak.
- I'm not even from Bytom. - But you're from the SS.
I won't to go any further.
My feet hurt.
You're right, that's enough.
MANHUNT
We report whistlers for disciplinary action. Or send them to grave.
Yes, sir!
Hey, Silesian!
Cornflower, I can arrange double lookout for you.
I'm going in on the action today.
You lost your grenade.
- Seriously. - The old man agreed?
He had no choice.
Watch out. The first time with a lady is always tough.
- Take them. - No, you kidding?
When your senior gives you something, take it.
Thanks.
If you call me a Silesian once more, I'll beat you more.
Yes, sir!
Yesterday you took 3 without permission...
So today I take one with permission...
Take 6, but I don't need anybody saying I'm overfeeding you.
Lulek...
wouldn't it be better if you dried field mushrooms instead of toadstools?
Field mushrooms would disappear right away.
- But you won't touch these. - You wanna kill us?
My grandma survived the famine in the Ukraine...
only thanks to them.
But you gotta understand toadstools to get on with them.
Wait till January and you'll be eating that shit up like candy.
Don't look at her like that. She's out of your league.
What makes you think I'm looking at her?
I'm smelling her...
I have a problem with my tooth. I think it might be my first molar.
Before these were your premolars, then a 2nd molar, which you don't have,
and your incisor. Not bad...
What can I do? Vitamin deficiency.
- You said that it was a lack of sunlight. - That too.
Perhaps you should take a look?
Take a sit then.
On the ground.
These pills are for your head not for your teeth.
If one's imagination is so wild that he thinks that his healthy teeth hurt,
then he should take them.
- Even two at a time... - It helps?
- It helps some. - And others?
Others need to help themselves.
How much longer...?
Corporal, sir...
Will you trade in, sir?
It hurts so fucking bad, I just can't stand it anymore.
- Where'd you get that? - You know where from.
They'll bury you alive. Nobody's seen sausage here for over a month.
Now you can have it, just for one pill.
Here you go.
Next time I find out you've been sneaking around the kitchen...
I wasn't sneaking around, I swear. That pig I topped on Wednesday...
What?
- You shot a gendarme? When? - Yesterday.
- Lieutenant's orders. - Why don't I know about it?
The lieutenant said you're overloaded with 'em executions. Wanted to help.
Tell the lieutenant you talked to me and I'm not overloaded.
And if I were, the twins would replace me, not a weasel like you.
And?
He trudged along slowly.
And what, were you moved?
Shumlas took his boots away, so we plodded along slowly.
Not very far.
- Will there be a stink? - No, we walked a little bit.
How far?
About a kilometer.
- I told you 2 is minimum. - He hurt his foot.
You were to go fucking further.
If you can't handle it, the twins will do it for you.
Even Weasel would do it for some sausage.
If you're going soft, maybe Weasel should do it.
Lieutenant, sir, a messenger from Major Stabraw.
- Let him in. - Yes, sir!
Tell the major that I agree.
Rest a minute, private.
Rest.
He would toss me in the air with one arm.
Mom would worry that he'd drop me.
Look for him and when you find him, bring him here.
Shumlas will do him. Want to know whom he betrayed and for how much.
When I read out the verdict, take the beast, but further this time.
Even if he has no pants and shits on your boots the whole way.
If he doesn't want to go, then finish him on the spot.
What am I supposed to finish him off for?
What difference does it make to you?
Hello.
I'm looking for Mr. Henryk Kondolewicz. Is he at home?
Boss's in the bakery.
See you on Tuesday.
Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Kondolewicz.
How can I help you?
Adam?
Where did you spring from?
From England.
Our teacher, Mrs. Wasilewski liked Adam very much.
And she kept him five years in the 4th grade.
That's where we met.
She had hots for him. Bitch.
Those were the times.
Adam boy sat at the back of the class and I sat in the front.
And we never, ever talked to each other.
Those from the back are the assholes
and those in the front are the best students.
And now, Haneczka? See how times change?
Now we sit and talk face to face like the best amongst equals.
That's what democracy is all about!
- Yes. - I had better grades than you,
so what's this bad press in front of your wife?
You were better at maths.
But I was good at scouting and history. And why?
I'll tell you so you know. Dates...
Dates. That's the key to knowledge.
Weddings, funerals, uprisings - everything has a date.
I'm good at dates. You won't stump me on anything.
On any fucking thing, remember that.
- Will you remember that? - I will.
Yes! You need to love your history. And Polish...
maths... fuck them!
What did you do over there in England?
I drank Guinness...
You see, the man has balls.
Thanks. That Guinness isn't for me. I returned...
And you did well to come back. We're at war here.
If you see to it well, you can come out on top.
You just have to know the right people...
- And you already know them. - That's right.
You got a family, Adam?
Cause when you left 7 years ago... It was 7, wasn't it?
- 7. - Fuck me, I have a good memory.
I eat those fucking dates up. You can't stump me on anything.
A noggin for numbers.
You were a bachelor then. And now?
- I have a wife and kid. - That's very good.
That's a proper family.
He has a kid.
I want one, too.
And she doesn't care...
He's asleep.
What is it?
Get ready.
What?
Get ready, we're going.
- Where are we going? - To pick mushrooms.
- Fuck mushrooms. - Shut your trap.
- What did you say? - You're spilling the vodka.
Can you get dressed
and come with me?
And where should I go with you?
Just straight ahead...
- Just straight ahead, you say? - Yes.
There won't be bread baking today.
- There always is. - There won't be today. - Why?
Because now I'm the boss of the bakery.
That's a good one.
Good one.
Now you'll get dressed like a good boy and we'll go, right?
We won't, because you're on my turf, not me on yours.
And I decide on the game plan, you fucking Englishman.
You thought you'd come for me and I'd go with you?
You'll go.
And if I don't?
I'll take you out, along with the table.
I'm not going anywhere. You're not the first to come for me.
Move your ass or I'll whack you here.
So do it.
That doesn't work on me.
You can shoot, just aim well.
- So resolute? - On the contrary, I'm soft.
As a limp cock.
Let off as much as will go in.
I won't run.
You're right.
But maybe I won't shoot.
What are you up to?
I forgot to take my scarf.
- I'm not going any further. - Get up.
Get up, you piece of shit!
Get up.
They're on a reconnaissance mission. In a few days there'll be a manhunt.
What?
Punitive expedition.
A few thousand thieves and rapists with dogs and machine guns.
Do you like dogs?
Put away your gun, I won't run away.
Come on.
Your hands.
Come on.
And? They went for a walk?
I'm going to my parents' before noon. Lunch will be in the evening.
Why do you keep going there? You're bored with me?
- My father is sick. - I'm also sick.
Because of you.
Clean up the house! You can't live in this pigsty!
I can't do it anymore, dad.
- Do you have proof? - There's been so much tragedy and you need proof?
There'll always be tragedy.
People who don't come back home and children who end up alone.
- Who's responsible for that? - There will always be tragedy.
We could stop it, just let the right people know.
- What about? - The truth.
You were an officer. They'll listen to you.
Now I'm just an old man to them
If you leave me with this, those from the forest won't help.
It's not easy to say that my own son-in-law informs the Germans.
I killed my wife...
twice in my thoughts.
I know how to get to Black's camp...
How did it go?
I have everything.
Shots as well?
Ten. Would you like one, sir?
No.
Everything okay?
Look old man...
not only does she know medicine... but she serves soup, too...
Even to the gendarmes. Real lady.
- Why is he eating our soup? - What else should he eat?
Dirt.
I cheated on my husband...
and...
I wish him dead.
Thief.
Polish thief.
So... what do you want to steal?
Perhaps a new jumper?
How about some trading?
Do you want mine?
You little, scurvy Polish shit.
Poles... get away.
From tomorrow on I have to serve smaller portions.
Can they be smaller?
We're dying out.
You're drying these toadstools for the rainy day.
I'm doing it to save bullets.
Prepare them with special attention.
I'm looking for a contact with the Gestapo's messenger.
I need to see Mr. Kondolewicz.
- You have to help me, sir. - I don't have to do anything.
You know them.
So what?
If they have proof, the game is over. No one will help.
And if I say... everything I know about the unit...
- She is 14. - You come here with your misfortune
and ask for help. I'm not the Red Cross. I have my own problems.
Okay, go upstairs.
Get washed there and wait for me.
Am I supposed to send you an invitation?
I do business, girl.
When at war you have to be smart to get out on top.
You thought you'd get all for free?
There's another one in the barn.
I know how to get to Black's camp.
Okay... it's your turn.
Go and tell him all you know.
You might see your little sister this evening, but only for a moment.
I need to be back at the camp this evening with medicine.
- I need to be there by nightfall. - Then you won't see the girl.
That's your problem.
Now off to confession, the officer's waiting.
Can I get something for a toothache?
Excuse me, can I get something for a toothache?
Could I ask for a double dose?
Last week you got 8 pills, now you have 2,
which together makes 10, which is a month's ration.
- But what should I do if it hurts? - I'm not a dentist.
Too bad...
but nevertheless, it could be nice...
Nice?
Nice... for us.
For us?
- Otter... - Yes, sir.
I hear that you have a problem with your teeth.
Sure, since I was born.
- Not before then? - No.
That girl is twenty-three, and you?
Old enough.
Don't you answer me that way.
If you're restless, tie your dick to a pole and take a walk in the woods.
First lieutenant, sir, are you okay?
Won't you pour some for me?
I know why you go to church.
What does it matter where I go?
There's war, survival's at stake.
And maybe I go to church to pray for you.
Did you ever think about that?
Don't shoot!
I thought I was the only one to survive.
I popped a pill on an empty stomach and got knocked out in the bush.
When I opened my eyes, it was all over.
So the bitch is alive.
She's alive?
Let her tell you, how it all happened.
Let her tell you!
How old are you?
Twenty three.
Have you been with a man before?
What, no one was interested?
Or are you just picky?
Are you afraid?
So...
Should I be the first one or not?
You'd rather I wasn't.
So if I let you go, I'd be a man?
Get dressed.
- I'm supposed to go to the sacristy. - Go then.
- Will you go with me? - What else?
Please...
What kind of outfit is in Labowska?
How many are there of you?
- How many? - Please, stop!
What's that? If you're bored, just jerk off!
Are you okay?
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Pull yourself together and get out. Untie him.
The prick had my size in boots.
Not scared of SS-man fleas?
- Ours or theirs, what difference does it make? - An essential one.
It's so pretty in the war, when an ulan falls off the horse.
When he falls off, then he's gone!
Want a smoke?
Sportsmen don't smoke.
Let's go then.
- I don't have boots. - We'll walk slowly.
Come on.
It's been killing me all morning, I can't take it anymore.
- It's killing him, too. - Fuck'em SS-men.
I'm not talking about the SS-man, the corporal.
Nothing gets to him. He's as healthy as a horse.
- What do you know? - Am I wrong?
I wouldn't be able to drag these pigs to the bushes every day.
And he can do it.
His finger must hurt him from that trigger-pulling.
Hey, give me your bromide, will ya?
- It's fucking killing me. - I don't take them.
- Don't be a prick, give me one. - Maybe the corporal has one.
If I went with the pigs instead of him...
would I get more?
I don't know.
Write a letter of request to the first lieutenant. In English.
Hey Louis, you praying to that rat?
Let's roast it for dinner.
Here's medicine for everybody. Crush it and put into the pot of food.
Make sure everyone eats it. And wait.
- For what? - Until they fall asleep.
Then parachute operation will come, you'll go with them to Nowy Sacz
and maybe you'll see your sister. We'll release her if all goes well.
Just tell that bitch to stop dropping leaflets,
cause next time you won't save her.
- What will happen to the unit? - They'll be taken prisoner.
The officer says you have beautiful eyes and asks if you're a Jew?
No.
If you were a Jew and knew Yiddish, the officer would have a job for you.
So think hard if you know Yiddish or not?
No, I don't.
Major...
we're not bandits, we're military men.
If you want to remove someone, do it yourselves.
What proof do you have that he's a snitch?
He's my son-in-law.
My son-in-law.
You eat meat 3 times a week.
You go to hairdresser's as much as you want.
If you have corns, you treat them with water from Lourdes, 100 a bottle.
You have no worries, that's why it's easy for you
to spout fucking nonsense about morality.
You scorn me, but you eat my bread.
You live under my roof
and you let some...
some scumbag...
come into our bedroom. Who do you think you are?
Tell me, who?
Don't leave me.
Move your ass or I'll whack you here.
You can shoot as much as you want. I won't run.
You're right.
Maybe I won't shoot.
What will you do then?
I will open the door and ask your wife to come here.
And then I'll fuck her wildly in front of you
until the bitch whimpers and blood spills...
And then I'll start on you.
If I count to 5 and you still haven't stood up
- I'll call your wife. - All right.
Leave her out of it.
- Would you really do that? - I would.
What do you have on me?
- Me, nothing. - I mistook you for a man.
I hosted you under my roof. And you're just a scumbag.
- An order's an order. - Who's order?
- We have a long road ahead of us. - Whose order?
God's order.
Let's get going.
What are you up to?
I told you we're going, so I'll keep my word, Englishman.
Haneczka...
Me and Adam, we're gonna go...
When I come back, we'll talk.
I've thought everything over and...
Listen...
- Listen... - Move.
Wait. I need you to do something for me.
- Move, you fuck. - Just listen to me first.
I need you to take care of my wife.
after you get rid of me.
She's a good woman... but she needs a man.
- Know what I mean? - Move.
Listen to me closely.
Take care of my wife.
Take my place.
With honor.
Sit down.
A few people from the organization have been caught recently.
Your sister among others.
I know.
We won't be able to help them.
But if you want...
you can leave the unit.
You'll go back home, take care of your mother.
In a week, tops two, there's going to be a manhunt.
We might not make it out of here.
Why are you telling me this, sir?
Because if I were in your shoes...
I'd probably go home.
I'll stay.
You filthy whore...
You bitch humped by a horse...
the corporal's gonna rip the skin off your fucking bones.
I know him... he's merciless, you lousy bitch.
You'll be dying slowly, while the corporal will be fucking you.
He'll fuck you till you die.
And then he'll unload a round on your fucking ass.
That's what I would do, but...
But the corporal's got seniority on your filthy cunt.
I'll wait my turn.
You're gonna beg for forgiveness, but it will be in vain.
You were staring at them as they all fell asleep, weren't you?
Those poor boys.
Their eyes were closing shut... but you kept on pouring them soup.
"It's good for your health" and you encouraged them to wolf it down.
They trusted you like their own mother.
And you fucked them.
For what?
He turned in the whole scouting squadron. They got everyone.
You know who was amongst them?
Beetle's sister.
Fourteen years old.
I wanted to send Beetle home...
but she refused.
Tough girl.
I always liked you.
I was ready to die so that you'd look into my eyes.
And you were stinting on pills,
while you stuffed murderers with soup.
So keep at it, keep stirring.
Stir the soup.
Some more from the bottom.
Keep pouring.
It's too little. Pour some more.
Now give it to them.
Serve it to them.
Eat, eat.
Once upon a time lived a man, a woman and child.
One day some animals came to them
and asked where the man was, because he happened to be out of the house.
The woman said: "I don't know", and the baby whimpered,
as it still didn't know how to speak.
So the animals set fire to the house.
And they barred the door so that the woman and baby couldn't get out.
When the man came back,
he threw himself into the flames to save who he could,
But it was just a little too hot and so he ran away.
He waited a moment and then he ran up again.
And he came back.
He did this a few more times, running and returning. Until he got tired.
And then he dropped on the ground like a dead horse and fell asleep.
But the animals didn't hurt him.
They just sniffed him, pissed on him and left.
I should have left earlier that time.
If I'd left earlier...
Go now...
- I should've left earlier. - Go.
Take them to the forest... wait until they digest the soup
- and let them free. - They'll never go free.
Never!
If you shoot them, you'll do them a favor.
Let them go and they'll be dying for a week. They ate toadstools.
You'll be my officer for the rest of my life.
Go!
You ate toadstools! You fuckers!
Wanek!
Don't come back to the camp. Just march on ahead...
Greedy sons of bitches.
Go!
You know where that son of a bitch was before that?
The one who was afraid of the heat and fell asleep on the ground.
At his mistresses'... the son of a bitch was playing away.
He fell asleep.
I didn't know you got married.
Good night.
You go now too.
I won't harm you.
Only the animals kill women.
Women and children.
For my father The Home Army Soldier