Battle of Warsaw 1920 Page #2

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just like a horse is worth more

than a woman. Right?

You've f***ing talked him round.

Me?

Charming.

A charming photo, look.

'Our troops are like patchwork.'.

They all speak Polish,

but all they do is boast

who served where during the Great War.

And conflicts arise.

Ex Russians cuirassiers versus

ex Prussian hussars or ex Austrian soldiers.

There's no sign of the Bolsheviks,

and they say we're to be replaced

by the Ukrainians.

We are stationing on the banks

of the Dnieper and waiting.

I miss the touch of your hands and lips...

And the rest is only for me.

Ah, you.

Got any rolling papers?

No.

Come here.

Here you go.

What's that?

A Bolshevik leaflet.

Just perfect for a roll-your-own.

'Comrade Polska workers and peasants.'.

To our brothers fighting in the Polska army.

You must to strip the Polska authorities...

of any support.

Let the capitalist government

stand their selves alone itself...

against the Russia-Polska proletariat.

Alone against the power

of the revolutions state'. Slick.

You're agitating?

But...

Shut up.

I'm not deaf. What's that?

Nothing.

A picture of a whore?

You son of a b*tch.

Keep it up.

Good job.

Bravo.

Come on, chief.

I'm arresting you...

for assaulting your superior

and for Bolshevik agitation.

It's awfully hot in here.

Le's wrap this up.

All rise.

Having been proven guilty

of sowing defeatism...

platoon leader Jan Krynicki is sentenced...

to death by firing squad...

and will be executed at dawn.

Executed?

Take him away.

What for?

What for? I'm innocent.

Say something.

I didn't do anything.

Lord, have mercy.

No one said a word in his defense.

Say it yourself.

I will.

You'll get into trouble.

And if he really is a Bolshevik?

The Reds.

Battle stations.

Come in.

Bolek.

What are you doing here?

What's wrong?

Ola...

I have bad news.

No...

Jan's squad

was wiped out by the Bolsheviks.

He's dead?

We don't know.

He's dead.

We don't know.

Spring has come

And all white roses bloom.

Come back, Johnny,

Come back to me soon.

Come and kiss me.

Come and hold me close.

And I will reward you.

With the sweetest rose.

Come and kiss me.

Come and hold me close.

And I will reward you.

With the sweetest rose.

My poor Johnny Lays deep in the tomb.

And white roses flower in full bloom.

Wav down vender.

A new rosebush grows.

On poor soldier's grave.

There blooms the sweetest rose.

'Marushka'.

Our lads are on position.

They don't fear the damn Bolsheviks.

They just mock them All the time.

Everybody.

Marushka, my dear Marushka.

Come and sleep with me.

Says here you were to be shot

for being a communist.

You're a party member?

No. I was wrongly accused.

Wrongly?

What are your political views?

Progressive.

A non-party communist.

Not precisely.

I need someone to write leaflets in Polish.

They exiled me in 1905.

So my Polish is rusty.

Let's get one thing clear.

You're talking to Commissar Bykowski.

I'm a Chekist.

You've heard of the Cheka?

Yes. You're the secret police.

Nothing of the sort.

Che-ka:

the Extraordinary Commission

for Combating Counter-Revolution.

The greatest invention of our revolution.

The French Revolution

invented the guillotine.

Which was... a step forward

from beheading with an axe.

But the guillotine's output was small,

so the French Revolution failed.

Meanwhile the Cheka's output is so big...

that before the Red Revolution

takes over the globe,

all the enemies of the people

will have been eliminated.

Is that clear?

I think so.

Wrong.

You don't think in the Cheka,

unless you are Comrade Dzerzhinsky.

Our job is to keep the output up.

Why are you staring like that?

Attractive, huh?

A lot of guys would like a piece of that.

But only I may f*** her.

She's my war wife.

Sofia Nikolayevna.

A wild thing,

impossible to tame.

Used to be the wife of a Czarist colonel.

We hanged the bastard.

Come on. Make some tea.

You'll continue to wear your uniform.

Let people see we've recruited

some Poles as well.

Welcome,

distinguished Polish gentlemen.

Which one accused you?

I'm not seeking revenge.

Bourgeois morality?

All right.

Bielski.

Ah, that's you?

Do forgive me, Major.

You were the judge yesterday,

today you are being judged.

You win some, you lose some.

What goes round comes around.

Tough luck.

That's people's justice,

as comrade Dzerzhinsky calls it.

All officers step forward.

Take them for interrogation.

Soldiers,

we are going to Poland.

Not to conquer her.

To free her workers and peasants

from the bourgeois regime.

To get rid of your nobles

and establish the people's republic.

Who will join the Red Army?

Volunteers step forward.

What was that?

They tried to escape.

Bloody hell... There's no one

to interrogate again.

Take them away.

Did anyone witness his death?

No.

Then believe he's alive.

Delude myself?

No.

Believe.

Everything is in God's hands.

I'll celebrate that mass.

But we won't pray for Jan's soul...

but for his return.

Comrades.

There are no masters anymore.

We are in power now.

All that you see here is yours.

To prove this we'll appoint

a revolutionary committee.

Name your candidates.

Don't be shy, comrades.

I see you need help.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

Who is against this choice?

Who is abstaining?

Nobody.

They have been unanimously approved.

The palaces and mansions

will belong to the working class,

not to damned bourgeois families.

But first you will turn the buildings

into shithouses, right?

What?

Your intelligentsia nose feels

offended by the smell of sh*t, huh?

Let me explain.

Where did the farmers and workers

shove their dear exploiters?

Up their asses.

Capitalism lay heavy on their guts.

Now they have to sh*t it out and feel free.

Got that?

Why did you stay here?

The masters run away,

the servants hid in the village.

Who's going to tend the cows?

The cows?

Yeah. They need to be fed...

and milked.

Leave this place.

Not to worry.

Not to worry.

No. Let me go. Let go.

Piss off.

Learn to knock...

or I'll shoot you.

Stop staring. I've got piles.

Shut the door.

Come on, more hot water.

Careful. Don't boil my nuts.

What's the rush?

They're raping a girl in the barn.

It's all right.

The boys 'wannee fuckee'.

What?

'Wannee fuckee'. One Chino's

way of saying 'I needed a f***'.

They shot him, not for raping

an old hag, but for leaving his post.

If every 'wannee fuckee' left his post,

we'd have lost the Revolution long ago.

Don't you understand?

The Red Army is supposed

to free the oppressed masses,

not to gang rape them.

What oppressed masses?

They're not doing the landlady?

No, the milkmaid.

A proletarian?

Motherfuckers.

Brave lads.

Eager to f***,

reluctant to fess up?

You don't recognize anyone?

How? I had the skirt over my face.

Who went first?

Who? You?

No, comrade Commissioner.

You?

No, comrade Commissioner.

You'll find out anyway. I did.

And you are...?

Ivanov, soldier.

Enemy of the people, you mean.

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