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Is there a mailbox, so

- I can send postcards home?

- Sure.

Hi. You didn't need the magazine;

I knew right away it was you.

I met a lot of your friends

in Vietnam; they all looked like you.

That's why I'm not cut out to be

a spy. Nice to meet you. Let's go.

Please have a seat.

May I see some ID?

My skipper's license.

I didn't take any army documents,

too dangerous.

I'm Colonel Boone, US Army,

this is Captain Nichols,

and Sergeant Murphy

from the Marine Corps.

You wrote that you wanted

to talk to us. What about?

There's a group of officers

in the Polish army whose attitude

toward the current political system

is reserved, to put it mildly.

Just a minute.

The US army has sent us here

to talk to you alone.

If you want to talk to us

on behalf of other officers,

then the US army is not interested

in such contacts.

Do you understand?

Major, how does counter-intelligence

rate our boss's mood?

Counter-intelligence doesn't target

the National Defense Minister.

I was joking.

Counter-intelligence jokes end

at lieutenant colonels.

Which classified documents

did you have access to?

Top secret, comrade general.

I just spoke to counter-intelligence

about you,

specifically with Major Putek.

A very difficult situation...

Colonel Rakowiecki can't

manage this presentation.

I don't understand.

You'll prepare it for our

Soviet comrades.

Starting today you have access

to "Top Secret/Need to Know."

Yes, comrade.

Give me what you have there

and you can go.

Why's this so crumpled up?

Don't you have any file folders?

Comrade colonel, we have

to investigate Colonel Kuklinski.

What the f*** for?

He was in Vietnam and because

of the Cerepat case

we're looking at everyone

who served there.

Furthermore, Kuklinski sails

to Germany and refuses to let me go.

A minute ago he gained practically

unlimited access to all materials...

Ok, If we have to.

But hold off for now.

I'll ask Comrade General Kufel.

- Maybe he'll send you on a cruise.

- Comrade colonel,

I don't trust that Kuklinski...

He's the old man's favorite;

he writes all his speeches.

While nobody likes you

very much, Putek.

- I'm Daniel.

- Ryszard. Finally...

This is for you.

Six years ago Kulikov planned

a spoiler attack in East Germany.

Here's the exact map.

Now you have two choices:

build up

your conventional forces

to 120 divisions, or create

a quick-reaction tactical force

of 6 or 7 divisions,

and completely rework

your mobilization procedure

so it takes 48 hours,

not two weeks.

- It's all written here.

- All right.

You wrote this?

I can't use a typewriter;

in Poland they're all catalogued,

like fingerprints in the USA,

so I have to write by hand.

- Smoke?

- With pleasure.

Keep it. Inside is a camera.

So you can take photos of documents

rather than rewriting them.

- Never remove originals. Never.

- Correct... I mean, you're right.

If our experts understand,

we'll have to change our defense

policy; that's a very big deal.

I'll bring you an even bigger deal

next time. Heard of "Albatrosses?"

Me? Certainly not...

The Soviets are building

nuclear shelters in three locations

in Eastern Europe

for their top brass: near Moscow,

somewhere in Bulgaria,

and in Poland.

I have access

to the Polish plans;

I'll tell you everything

at our next meeting.

Ryszard, we're going to meet

only when it's absolutely necessary.

They're building shelters because

they're preparing for nuclear war.

- I understand...

- Something wrong?

No, but on my way here

I thought I'd finally have

- someone I could talk to honestly.

- You can't talk to anyone,

not your mother, wife, sons.

You'll live with this yourself.

That's just what I'm doing.

"Correct."

If we meet again,

put on civilian clothes.

How did you feel betraying the Polish

army's most guarded secrets?

I never betrayed any secrets

of the Polish army.

Everything I gave

the Americans concerned only Soviet

and Warsaw Pact armed forces.

Yes, but they struck at Poland's

national defense, didn't they?

Nothing could've struck

Poland's national defense harder than

a NATO nuclear attack provoked

by a secret Soviet doctrine.

But your colleagues? Brothers

in arms? You betrayed them.

I never betrayed my colleagues,

only a foreign superpower

that treated them and the entire

Polish army as drafted vassals,

submissive and brainless... cowardly

and incapable of resisting.

What's worse, the Soviets

were right in large measure.

I met Ivanov at the meeting

of general staffs in Budapest.

Know who I mean?

- They say he's KGB.

- So I've heard.

We had some drinks and I asked him

if they really had thrown Penkovsky

into a steel mill furnace alive.

He reacted as if I'd hit him

in the face.

The Americans don't surprise me,

but when a Polish officer

spreads such bullshit it speaks

very poorly about our commanders.

"Did you burn him or not?"

I ask.

We're not talking about

the Polish army.

I shot at workers in the streets,

so you can tell me, comrade.

He got offended, stood up,

and walked out.

Screw him.

- To Strzeminski.

- We've already drunk to him.

To Kobro then.

Walczak, you're really educated...

Too damn educated.

Just a minute.

Good evening, I'm a friend of...

Please go outside; Bogdan will be

right down and walk you to a taxi.

No need to; I live nearby.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Come here!

- Been drinking?

- What's the difference?

I can't drive

because you won't let me.

I spent a year in Vietnam to earn

money for it. What've you earned?

I'm a student,

so I don't work yet.

- Applied to the Military Academy yet?

- I'm not going to be a lifer.

I'm a Polish officer as was my dad;

I demand you respect this uniform.

You may be an officer,

but I doubt it's in the Polish army.

You left respect for the uniform

on the streets of Gdansk in 1970.

That's how you earn money

for your cars.

"ALBATROS"

What are you doing?

Secret, need to know.

Want a smoke?

I don't smoke

that perfumed crap.

When's the report

on Kulikov's visit going to be ready?

It'll be ready when

it's ready, right?

General Kulikov's head of security

ordered us to give you this.

The dog senses something.

He senses that you're ten times

farther away from Iza.

Why'd you sell the apartment?

I could've stayed there.

Don't spoil this day for me,

son.

- Well?

- It's beautiful.

Don't be such a b*tch, Zuza.

Let's go, girl...

Come on, it's simple. Look!

Come on. See? Zuza...

- Greetings, colonel.

- What?

Hello.

- Major Dariusz Ostaszewski.

- Colonel Ryszard Kuklinski.

- Hello, ma'am.

- Hello.

I was afraid Walczak would sell to

a civvy. We're all military here.

We'll be neighbors.

No matter how I figure it, there's

no way he could afford a villa.

It's a row house.

He sold his flat.

He brought money from Vietnam.

Sure, he even declared it.

But he bought an Opel Rekord.

They paid well in Vietnam;

I bet he didn't declare all of it.

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