Jack Strong Page #3

It doesn't prove anything.

Sure they did, but not that well.

Unless he got money from elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

America.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello general!

- Hello.

We got your signal.

How good to see you again.

How are you?

- Fine, thanks, you?

- Good.

We have to change how

we communicate.

I've written to you

twice about it.

Counter-intelligence almost caught

my scrawling on the wall today.

It's a bit juvenile.

I know,

I'm sorry. Finding

a technical solution has taken time.

Did you get the plans

for the T72 tank?

Yes... A great disappointment.

I told you it's junk. A Russian

friend warned me about buying it,

but Gierek had no choice.

Despite that, Marian Rakowiecki

was pushing the Leopard all the way.

I thought I'd die laughing.

What is it?

Nothing, but take care of yourself.

You've just bought a house...

Yes, but they can't follow

a money trail;

- I don't take any from you.

- We know that, but they don't.

Ok, I'll be careful.

Anything else?

Ryszard...

This is yours.

Unfortunately, you can't keep it.

No non-American has

ever gotten this.

President Carter personally

had to approve this exception.

You have no idea...

Thank you.

- Hello, Czesio.

- Hello. Sorry, my hands are full.

The only place I could find

some peace and quiet.

You're not the only one who

needs quiet. Move it!

We need a bigger house, dad.

Who the hell is knocking...

- What are you doing here?

- Ryszard!

Sasza!

Are you here for long? I'm throwing

a housewarming party on Saturday.

Returning to Moscow in the morning,

then to Budapest with Kulikov.

- He sends his regards.

- Thank you.

Problems in Budapest?

No, why? A routine visit.

Wherever you go

there are problems:

the Tet Offensive,

Prague Spring.

People say you were in SMERSH.

People needlessly say too much

and to people whom they shouldn't.

The general staff has an idea

that in the event of war,

the Soviet staff will have

direct command over line units

of the armies

of the Warsaw Pact.

We want to discuss it with

all the national defense ministers.

Poland's army, too?

Czech, German, Bulgarian,

and Polish, too.

Remember, not a word to anyone.

The enemy never sleeps.

Sure. I wouldn't want to end up

in a steel plant furnace.

I trust you'll arrange

a firing squad for me.

Ryszard,

you are above suspicion.

If we didn't trust people

like you, men of honor,

then who could we trust?

Those careerist lice, drunks,

sadists, traitors and

thieves of army property?

They make up the bulk

of our armies,

losers who hide from the light

in the army like rats in tunnels.

What did Poles used to say?

"God, Honor, Fatherland".

Sit down.

Is the KGB on the alert?

All quiet since Penkovsky. Cerepat

in Warsaw, but losses were small.

There's a leak at the highest

staff level...

A leak in the Warsaw Pact!

A spy?

Or a fool. If so eliminate him.

If a spy, arrest him.

Hi!

Straight from work and didn't

have time to change,

but I made it to the liquor store.

Put it on ice?

- Hania, you have a very nice home.

- Thank you very much.

- I'll get you a glass.

- Thanks.

Where's Bogdan?!

- Citizen Ryszard Kuklinski?

- Yes, that's me.

Already? We're just starting

to have fun.

Friend, excuse me.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I'm a Polish army officer.

MPs should be with you,

and the patrol commander should be

the rank of major or higher.

- Do you have your ID?

- Yes, I do...

What's going on here?

Citizen major, we have a few

questions for citizen Kuklinski.

Well f***, ask them then

and stop harassing people at home.

Can't this wait till morning?

Citizen Kuklinski, do you own

an Opel Rekord, tag number WAA 3804?

- Yes, I do.

- Is Bogdan Kuklinski your son?

Did he have an accident?

No, he caused one, most likely

driving under the influence.

- I'll drive you.

- No...

I've got a car and I haven't

been drinking; you have.

Citizen duty officer,

Bogdan Kuklinski.

Take the cuffs off.

Does it hurt?

My teeth are loose.

Never risk anyone's life again!

Understand?

If you want to kill yourself

with vodka, go ahead,

but don't drive

when you're drunk! Never!

- I wasn't drunk!

- Don't mouth off!

- I didn't. I shot up kompot!

- What?

Kompot! What don't you understand?

Kompot!

What's kompot?

A drug made from poppies,

Polish heroin.

Go ahead and hit me!

Got a gun? Shoot me!

You can do that.

You know how to do that!

- You have no idea what I can do.

- Nor you what I can!

You know nothing about me.

You don't care about us,

not me, not Waldek, not even mom!

All that counts is working

for the Commies.

You're like their watchdog;

working for a plate of food,

extra sausage, and better bath tiles!

You've f***ed up your life,

so don't preach to me about mine.

- You have no right...

- If you can't slap some sense

into the punk, we'll be

glad to help.

How did my son get the injuries

to his face?

- In the accident. How else?

- You! Shut the f*** up!

Got all his information?

I'm taking my son home.

Dad...

they locked up Iza too.

Let her go.

What are you going to do?

Don't you care about your brother?

A cookbook is more interesting?

Any book is more interesting

than him.

- Waldek!

- Piss up a rope!

Take it upstairs. Move!

With inexpressible relief.

Hey...

Aren't you going to take

college entrance exams?

How many times can I?

Maybe not medicine but law...

Waldek's satisfied.

Mom...

Get married then; I'm satisfied.

- What do you want to do, son?

- I'll manage.

I bought an original Norton.

I'll fix it up and sell it.

Do you know how?

Iza's brother has a motorcycle.

How about the army?

Anything but that.

We're going to do a good job!

We've won the first stage,

but the second will be much tougher.

I know you'll help

and that we'll win.

What the electrician's doing

may do irreparable damage

to our relations with the Soviets.

Gen. Siwicki has ordered us to plan for

a state of emergency in Poland,

using the army and security forces.

But there's no such thing as

a "State of Emergency" in Poland.

- There isn't? What do we have?

- Martial law in the event of war.

- Make it martial law then.

- Who's the war to be against?

The enemy will find you,

don't worry.

But I see that privately

you aren't convinced,

are you colonel?

I assure you that my private beliefs

do not matter here.

Kuklinski, I like and value you.

So if you don't feel right doing this

- I'll find someone else...

- Like in 1970.

No, 1970 was a botched job, with

no plans or preparation.

Chaos, panic, amateurish.

We must do this like we did

in Czechoslovakia in 1968.

It was you who planned

our intervention with the Soviets.

That worked pretty well,

didn't it?

I thought that was highly

secret information.

Do you think without top secret

data about people I work with

I'd be able to command

this whole mess?

- So? Will you do it?

- Yes, comrade.

Good boy.

What time is it?

Two-thirty.

Why didn't you go to bed?

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