Eugenika: w imie postepu Page #3

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And it makes me sad.

Do you understand?

Exactly. I'll go there and say...

I will transfer myself!

No one will believe you.

Adam, you are...

...a good priest and a good person.

Call me, when you'll be sober, okay?

Help.

These are our boys.

God bless.

Baboon, Ginger.

Father Stanislaw.

Please come in.

Put it down.

Welcome.

- Stanislaw.

- Adam.

We have a good priest now, right?

He does a lot. Renovating church...

...he really tries.

Do you remember the previous one?

He organized a centre for the boys.

People were talking, he was a fag.

I've heard something, but not this.

But he put a fence.

- They transferred him close by.

- Where?!

Around 60 km from here.

Everybody knows, that they transfer the

priest from one perish to another.

He is no saint. Only by the alter,

or when he is wearing black.

Or during the service.

After, he is just the same as everyone.

Humpty, where are you going?

The break is almost over.

Humpty! Humpty!

Humpty!

He's gone.

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