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- This is my fifth time around! You know me!

Don't tell me my job.

Look, I'm in a hurry!

Time is money!

Money!

Hey, come.

Come to the commander.

You, come.

Come in!

Gustav - to the bunker.

He tried to steal some planks, sir.

Yet another thief!

Nothing but thieves.

I don't steal!

The guard made a mistake.

A German made a mistake?

Polish swine!

Gustav!

There's so many!

Anyway, one or a hundred,

it doesn't matter.

I'm dead just the same.

The fatherland.

You agreed to it,

and you know full well why.

Anyway, they won't go off by themselves.

There's no danger.

Where's the boss?

That's the last time

I'm escorting one of your transports!

I've had enough!

They beat you.

Who was it?

Just a moment.

Damn it.

I'll make it up to you.

I'm not taking money for this.

He'll pay for this.

Beating up one of our own!

And not just him. I've seen his doings.

He's a bastard!

- They worked you over?

- Feels like they did.

Stay out of this.

It wasn't you who got beat up.

He would have licked his wounds

and asked for more.

Enough!

Nobody asked you, so keep quiet.

We had a talk

some time ago, didn't we?

That was a long time ago.

Is that right?

I'm not gonna be a dog

and stand by doing nothing

while they work somebody over.

And I'll have a word with you

some other time.

All right, all right.

He goes to Auntie Walercia's place.

We'll jump him there and get his gun.

With what?

The safety's on.

Stop fiddling with it.

You don't know what you're doing yet.

Well? What about it?

- I'm for it.

We'll use another gun

to teach him a lesson.

We'll cut him down to size.

We'll just see

if I don't know what I'm doing.

- Let's let the bastard have it.

- Wait here.

Two beers.

How many?

Enough?

Good-bye, lady.

Hands up.

Show them.

A clean job.

He was there,

she was here, and I was -

Damned cowboy!

The woman screamed, you say?

They always scream.

When I was in the czar's army...

Be quiet, Dad.

On the Manchurian frontier...

Dorota...

She supplied us with pamphlets

and guns.

She gave us advice.

My respect for her collided

in my thoughts

with a longing to stroke her hair.

I gradually stopped thinking of her

as our political mentor.

More and more it was simply

her name in my thoughts.

It'll be curfew soon.

There's still time.

Let's talk.

You don't work until later tonight?

You know what he's singing about?

Love.

Like a real human being.

I'd better go.

There's time. Let's talk.

We never get the chance.

Dorota...

What?

We got us a gun.

Very good.

There was a shooting.

Janek killed a Werkschutz.

- What?

- In a caf out near us.

A German. A Volksdeutsch.

He beat people.

Did you tell anyone beforehand?

No. That's why I came.

About time.

There was no chance

to talk to you.

Have you gone mad?

To do a job in your own area?

Where they see you every day?

It was irresponsible.

It's against the basic rules

of the underground.

It's curfew time.

We'll discuss this later.

And he called me a damned cowboy.

Want to know

how it really happened?

He said, "Hands up,"

and I stood by with the gun.

Suddenly there was a scream...

and that was that.

Jerry crumpled like a sack of flour.

You're an idiot!

What do you know?

Attention!

Attention!

This is Dorota,

the political officer for our area.

- You mean, the "officeress. "

- Not bad.

I said attention.

Stop talking.

Come on. You trying

to impress her at our expense?

Well... at ease, then.

We've heard a thing or two about you.

Seems you're a good shot.

You captured a pistol.

May I see it?

Careful. It might go off.

Filthy as an old rag.

You have to take care of a gun.

You know what it takes to get one.

Five minutes of sweat,

and fast legs.

Our organization is a combat group,

not a gang of gunslingers.

See?

We're not concerned about the Jerries.

We're concerned about you.

We want you to retain

your humanity through all this.

You have to keep your cool.

And get used to the idea that our weapons

are nobody's private property.

What do you want of me,

for Christ's sake?

I hate all this.

The Germans,

this damned war and all of you!

I don't want to kill!

The thought of it turns my stomach!

To hell with all of it!

The ghetto rose up today.

I've come to say good-bye

to you, Dorota,

and to my boys.

We must help our Jewish comrades.

Bartek, it's up to you

to keep discipline.

You must be ready

for my call at any time.

You will be needed.

Well, see you, boys.

Take care, kids.

Gentlemen!

Have you heard?

The Yids have actually started fighting!

Why do you have to be so stupid?

What was that?

What did you say, little brat?

See? This is no laughing matter.

Men are dying, Mr. Ziarno!

When they're done with the ghetto,

they'll put the screws to us.

You shut him up in a flash.

What a swine, that Ziarno.

A real swine.

We need more than just talk.

There's a job to do.

We've gotta help the ghetto.

You coming with us?

Me?

You took away my gun.

I'm unarmed.

I'm just a nervous civilian.

No, I can't do anything.

Abram.

There's an uprising in the ghetto.

Did you come from there?

Someone was to meet me here,

but I was delayed a few hours.

They didn't wait.

I walk the streets and people stare.

That's right.

Your looks, you know.

So I've come back to my old place.

To you.

But I see...

Well, yes...

but what can I do?

You see?

I'm just a civilian.

What can I do?

"It's your looks. "

You're right.

Stay out of it!

You're a journeyman now,

not a hero.

Where is he?

Smoke from the burning ghetto

poisoned the city air

and hung like a heavy cloud

over the carnival

built by the Germans

just outside the ghetto walls.

Sekula's urgent call reached us

from somewhere in that flaming quarter.

Jasio had turned up again

unexpectedly.

I just couldn't figure that boy out.

I'm coming with you.

What are you staring at?

If I don't join you, you stare.

If I do, you stare all the same.

Make up your damn minds.

Of course I'm glad, my friend.

Very glad.

Where are we gonna get a car?

I'm not too worried about that.

Here comes Kaczor.

You have lovely legs.

Come on, move over.

It's a hell of a bumpy ride!

My belly's empty.

That drop of water I drank today

doesn't count, I hope.

If you're hit on a full stomach,

you've had it.

Hurry up, comrades!

Watch out!

Go!

Along the wall! Run!

In the name of the Father...

Come on!

Go! Go on!

Halt!

Quick!

Is that all of them, Sergeant?

It's empty.

What about the pistol?

It's not there.

That's strange.

How can that be?

Did it just vanish?

Perhaps one of you gentlemen

borrowed it.

Who else knows

about the hiding place?

With respect, sir, no one.

But men come in here for supplies.

Why do you let them in?

The boss didn't want

to arouse suspicion.

Stop talking nonsense, Sergeant!

You must realize your responsibility.

There have been cases of arms

belonging to the organization being sold.

- There are communists in this workshop.

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