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Were you the national team trainer?

Just imagine, l was not.

But in our club at Wola...

it is a suburb in Warsaw...

l was in charge of the hall

and gloves...

l saw many good trainings.

lf this is not enough...

Not to train, you say?

Not before the evening.

All right.

l will come tomorrow.

Do so.

Don't worry, it will be

a good lesson.

Down, up, down, up...

Enough!

- One night only, Venlak.

- A little shadow box now.

Punches with the left... right...

left... right... hook...

Right hook now, left, right...

bobbing and a step aside.

Enough, enough.

lt will be better ''przyszo''.

Przyszo?''

Then, later.

- l see, next time.

- Yes, next time.

You have a pretty good reflex.

But improve your cover up.

will knock through it

with a single punch.

When he hits you try to slip.

Step aside all the time...

What would you like to do?

To knock out Kraft?

l wish l could...

This is not a stadium, convict!

The factory in Dsseldorf was not

a stadium either.

But when my foreman said l was

a Slovak bastard...

That's why you are here!

l escaped, was caught and closed here.

l ran away again.

And you are here again.

Through no fault of me.

The others could not run.

l wish l had one more chance!

But l would leave alone.

Stop dreaming! Use your head!

Kraft mustn't hit you tomorrow.

When you're not able to go on,

go down!

What?

Go down?

You'll bear more than last time!

l bet.

But don't let him ruin you

completely.

- What's wrong with him?

- He is losing memory.

He is lucky.

Moss, grass... What's the use of it?

Have you forgotten?

Why do you escape then?

When my hair began falling

we were promised a blitzkrieg.

You seem to be in great shape.

Do you doubt?

l thought you had a match today.

You have a nice leotard.

You look like a human being.

How much will you stand?

One round?

Man, what an idea!

ln Schlssburg... have you been there?

A poor hotel but a perfect

chambermaid.

Komnek, help me.

l'll bet ten marks on you.

What do you say?

How much did you gain?

Well done, Willie!

Well?

lnteresting.

l hope the conditions are met.

Preliminary round!

Willie, you are expert

on human souls.

Will you have some, Commander?

The sportsman does not drink.

Cheers!

Dear Holder, the life is

unpredictable.

What about a toast

to the rival's health?

Quite witty, Doctor.

To your health!

l am burning with impatience.

Sit down. We are about to finish.

Commander forgot l was his trainer.

l beat he will stand one round.

Two rounds.

Helga, bet.

Ten marks against a day off.

What do you need a day off for?

My aunt in Schlssburg is ill.

l haven't seen her since l was born.

lt's a deal.

You are ten marks to the bad.

Shall we bet too?

Come on! What can you win here?

Let's begin!

Kraft is to attack!

Left... right... missed!

Another Kraft's attack!

Komnek jumped aside, Kraft loses

his balance.

Komnek could have used

the situation.

He has not. Strange!

Kraft attacks enthusiastically,

all his punches are a miss, though.

Perhaps he drank too much.

The convict may have a more

accurate eye.

Who knows!

This is broadcasting of the Reich,

Berlin!

We broadcast the first round

of the box match Kraft - Komnek.

Komnek has just been hit!

Willie, it looks badly, my friend!

Your poor aunt will stay alone tonight!

Other punches hit Komnek!

He defends himself clinching.

Ladies and gentlemen, a rare view!

The commander and convict hugging

like father and son!

Break!

Bell! Pause!

Walter, you are fantastic!

Get out!

l don't need it.

Lemonade, sweets, chocolate...

Second round!

Carefully, Commander!

One, two, three... seven, eight...

Box!

Break!

One, two, three, four...

Get up!

... five, six, seven, eight...

You won the bet.

You are making progress.

My school, Commander.

lt will drive my aunt crazy!

Why didn't you punch me

when you could?

You were... out of the ring.

You deceived me three times

setting aside.

You won't succeed again.

You gave him time in the clinch.

Third round!

One, two, three...

eight, nine, ten.

You won, Commander!

You were quite good already but

the last punch was not good.

l know what it was like.

May l examine the convict?

Give him back in good order!

We have another match

in three days.

Of course!

Shall we bet three rounds, madam?

Your aunt again?

Attention! Take off your caps!

Stop!

When did you have a wash?

ln the morning.

Morning?

l can't see. Put the blouse off!

Nothing but dirt.

Have a bath!

Bath, l say!

You're still dirty!

Why didn't you kill him?

That would be very simple.

Seeing my arm, he might laugh like

a stupid villager seeing a camera.

What should we do?

Rehearse dying with the convicts

like in the stage?

When speaking about the theatre...

You've directed the operetta

with Komnek for three months.

The convicts will soon

send him flowers to the ring.

A nice speech, Holder.

There are conditions for that.

- Do you know what they think?

- No, l don't.

That one of them hits us back

here in the camp.

Jews, communists, all that mob

raise their eyes.

Do you think we are threatened?

l only see the change of mood.

Mood has not changed.

Mood has not changed.

Well, what happened?

- Kraft got it.

- No!

He doesn't use the peek a boo.

Did he lower the left hand?

l forgot everything.

lt is a perfect feeling not to be

frightened.

l hit his chin, he covered up

and l hit his stomach.

Did he go down?

l caught him in my arms.

But if l did two more steps...

lf l want l can beat him very fast.

That is not true!

lt is, everybody saw it.

But that is not true.

Remember, that is not true.

Kraft must forget your punch.

The commander mustn't lose.

l am better than he.

Your life is in stake.

l can't bear it any longer.

Shall l go to the gym like

to a slaughterhouse?

Well, what shall l do?

As is usual. You'll lose.

You'll stay in bed to ten,

think about the better world

and have a rest.

l know who told them that.

A girl...

- What did she tell you?

- Something about the spring.

lt was warm... some colours...

Rain...

storks...

a streamlet...

rocks...

lambs...

Easter...

the sky...

the family...

Can't he be helped?

ln the camp?

l shall see the doctor.

He won't refuse to help me.

Leave Gluch in peace!

Gluch in peace, Kraft too...

On, two, three...

eight, nine, ten.

The commander won!

Nothing will come of him!

Some people are useless

all their lives.

He has a nice gym, enough food,

anything he wants.

He is afraid of risking.

Look at him!

Now, he wants to box,

although he'd been in the kingdom

come for ten second!

Such a type...

What's wrong? How do you feel?

Well... but sometimes...

when the match is KO...

l... pains...

ln your head?

Yes... l can't ... words

- ... remember?

- Yes.

What words?

l don't know...

Compatriot, you're a fool!

What's wrong?

He is losing memory.

One could envy him.

That is the result of your punches.

KO every third day.

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