Battle of Warsaw 1920 Page #3

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You'll be shot.

What for?

For... hostile activities.

Are you satisfied?

It doesn't make a difference.

No one will marry a dishonored girl.

Not even a widower or a cripple.

So that's how you see it?

Ivanov.

Yes, comrade?

If you marry her, I won't shoot you.

I'd rather be shot.

Why's that?

They'll kill me with laughter.

Will you?

He made his choice.

Comrade Dzerzhinsky used to say

that the ringleader...

must be eliminated.

Anyone who's first at anything

may be a threat to the Revolution.

That's why we execute the officers.

An army without commanders

is not an army.

And a nation without leaders

is not a nation.

Right?

Good evening, Alexandra.

You do recognize me?

What brings you here?

I take it you've already heard the news...

about your husband's treason.

I'm so sorry.

Treason? What do you mean?

So you didn't know?

He has joined the Bolsheviks.

He's alive?

He survived?

He did, which is most unfortunate.

You don't seem to appreciate

the gravity of the situation.

Should his treason be publicized,

you're likely to be fired and interned.

How so?

Unless...

a person of irrefutable reputation...

vouches for your innocence.

A person like yourself?

At your service.

Why would you do that?

Let's say I have a weakness for you.

Build up your strength with vitamins.

Good night.

Listen to me, doll.

Are you really so eager to be interned?

To be raped with a toilet brush

three times a day?

Think it over.

You'll find my card in the bouquet.

Our Tukhachevsky's a pure military genius.

The Poles think

that the track width difference...

makes it harder to supply

provisions and ammunition.

Meanwhile, twenty thousand

peasant wagons...

solve the problem.

We'll reach Warsaw in a few days.

Airplanes? Airplanes.

Airplanes.

Move it.

Farewell, comrade.

What?

I'm joining my people.

You? A communist?

You've cured me. Once for all.

You bastard.

It's empty. I counted the shots.

Sofia, give me the pistol.

Quick.

What...?

You b*tch.

Come on.

Come with me, quick.

Too late...

I...

my soul is sinful...

But wanted to live so much.

Death...

scared me so...

Light... a candle...

at the Holy Virgin's altar...

for the Lord's servant...

Sofia...

Nikolayevna...

I'm not a Russian Orthodox.

We are all children...

of one God...

What do you eat?

Get up.

Faster.

Don't shoot, you'll ruin the uniform.

Great shoes. Let's take them.

Take off your shoes.

Kill them.

Bravo, Mister Lancer.

But one man in a field is no warrior.

The first bullet that hit.

The first bullet that hit

wounded my horse's leg.

And the second bullet.

And the second bullet.

And the second bullet hit...

me in the heart.

What made you, Cossacks,

come over to our side?

What do you gain

shooting your own people...

for Poland's sake?

This is not about Poland.

You are fighting for Poland.

But if the Bolsheviks defeat you,

we'll lose our freedom as well.

Who did you leave at home?

My wife.

Buddy...

You have a lot to fight for.

And al I that's left for me... is my revenge.

Don't you have anything stronger?

I'll take a look.

Would you care to dance?

Can't we just get on with it?

Well then... get undressed.

What the f***...?

'What the f***'?

There are ladies present.

Jesus...

The nose.

All right, little bug, some champagne

and some rectified spirit.

Or 'the flames of Moscow'

as the Russians put it.

Ladies' health.

Bottoms up.

Bottoms up.

Who are you?

A Bolshevik, a real one.

Please, back off.

Get back.

What's going on?

A Bolshevik.

You.

Hands up.

There.

Our dear captain...

has been demoted and sent to the front.

Victory.

At war, if you flee, you're wrong.

You were defeated in all Russia, too.

Not all of us and not everywhere.

As they say, a forest will always grow back.

They can't slay us all,

and we will keep slaying them.

F*** me...

I had no idea.

Careful. Careful.

People of Poznan are deeply concerned...

by the developments at the front.

They can't understand,

and suspect treason.

And it seeks treason right here.

All men to the trenches.

All men to the trenches.

All men, join the army.

Aren't you ashamed?

Draft dodgers, break your tethers,

stop growing yellow feathers.

Draft dodgers. Skulking rats.

What the devil is that?

Volunteers joining the army.

Women?

Gentlemen, we're saved.

The Bolsheviks will just run for their lives.

Gentlemen?

How can we help you, madam?

We're raising money for bandages.

Will you support the cause?

Of course.

Gentlemen, this is our duty.

Thank you so much.

Ola.

Good morning. How are things?

You look worried.

We all worry nowadays.

One has to act, sweetie. Act.

I'm on my last legs,

but I can't be idle

when our soldiers suffer at the front.

So I devote myself.

To what?

To charity.

Day in, day out.

A raffle,

a charity ball

to send our soldiers some candy.

Wonderful.

I admire patriotism,

but that is going overboard.

Don't you agree?

A woman is destined to be a woman.

You're right.

Stop.

Now you look for your people,

and I'll look for mine.

Good luck, Pole.

It's time to split.

God willing, we'll meet again.

Follow me.

No one will be as dear to me as you.

Only you.

No one's kisses will be so sweet as yours.

None but yours.

Your heart is so kind and sweet.

It can calm and comfort mine.

And my love is once and for all for you.

Only you.

Faster, boys, faster.

Positions.

Nice, isn't it?

Very.

Gun-layer, move over.

Attention.

Get into shooting position.

You don't know how?

I'll demonstrate.

On your knee...

hands on the grip.

Once more. Attention.

Shooting position.

It's like shooting a rifle.

Rear sight... bead.

If it jams, flip it open,

remove the case.

Close the flap,

reload twice, and...

Fire at will.

That's was lousy.

One more time.

Aim...

fire.

That's it. Better.

Did you see that?

That's the way.

Next.

And you?

Cavalry, please.

It's for grownups only, sonny.

But I... I'm eightee...

seventee... I'm sixteen already.

Off you go, or I'll whoop your ass.

Next.

Look here, Mister.

Says I was born in 1904.

Black on white.

Where? There's a blot.

That's not my problem.

You have it there, black on white.

You'll be black and blue.

All right.

Sign the crafty one up.

Next.

All right, youngsters,

medical battalion.

Next.

We're together.

Already had your whiff of gun powder?

It's good for sniffing, too?

We'd like the radiotelegraph service.

Why the radiotelegraph?

Because we know how to operate that crap.

Two years in Austrian signal corps.

It's not enough to fill in for casualties.

We have to breathe...

new life into the ranks

demoralized by the retreat.

You, General Haller,

shall take command of the Volunteer Army.

Thank you, Marshall.

Everyone volunteers in towns and cities.

But the villagers are reluctant.

They seem indifferent

to the Bolshevik invasion.

It will change soon.

Marshall, the Prime Minister.

Excuse me, General.

Limiting the Polish army

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