Jack Strong Page #5

It's information from

the "Roman source" sent to us

by our comrades in Soviet

counter-intelligence. Is that clear?

I'm putting myself at the disposal

of the Minister of National Defense

and the prosecutor.

This is my fault.

We'll decide who to blame later.

Right now we have to find

the son of a b*tch and hang him

by his balls.

Gendera, you'll get all

the help you need from all of us.

You and Putek drop everything else

and work only on this!

Yes comerade!

Who's on the list of suspects?

It's not a list of suspects,

just possible solutions.

We, Rakowiecki, and that

cryptographer... What's his name?

- Lieutenant Brzozka.

- That's right! Brzozka.

I'm putting myself at the disposal

of the military prosecutor.

Me, too. We're all

in this together, of course.

Then...

in that case, gentlemen,

I don't think that'll be necessary...

It's me...

It is f***ing necessary!

I talked to the old man, and he's

putting himself at the disposal

of the prosecutor, too.

You've misunderstood me...

Actually, the person is...

You've got something

on your face.

Truth is the Soviets don't know sh*t,

while we can conduct

our own investigation more

effectively because

we all know each other better.

For now keep your mouths shut.

Remember, martial law on the 13th,

and I want the bastard's head by then.

I'm going to see the general.

I NEED EVACUATION IMMEDIATELY.

TOGETHER WITH MY FAMILY.

JACK STRONG.

For f***'s sake...

IMMEDIATE EVACUATION BUT ONLY

WITH FAMILY. JACK STRONG.

CONFIRM RECEIPT OF MESSAGE.

IMMEDIATE EVACUATION.

ONLY WITH FAMILY.

JACK STRONG.

F***...

- Bogdan, wake up.

- I'm not asleep.

- Son...

- What is it, dad?

I need your help.

I'll take the washing machine

to the workshop tomorrow!

I've already borrowed a cart

from Ostaszewski.

This time it's serious, son.

Get up.

- Are you going to tell us?

- I can't.

You don't have a lover, do you?

- I'm sorry.

- It's all my fault anyway.

- Did Bogdan go far?

- Koszykowa Street.

He could've been there

and back twice by now.

- Ever seen dad like this?

- In December 1970.

Stay...

- What are you going to do?

- What I need to.

- Jesus Christ, Ryszard...

- Dad...

This?

You were supposed to just see

if the fitters were still there.

Don't you understand anything?

Why did you go in there?!

Don't you understand a thing?!

You could've ruined

- your whole life!

- Why?

To save yours...

At least I tried, I'm sorry.

Quiet.

- Ryszard...

- Quiet! Stay here.

Ryszard!

Sorry to come so early.

I just landed and no one's

working yet.

- What are you doing in Warsaw?

- Consultations with your

counter-intelligence.

Gandera is it?

Gendera. You know we have

a spy in Warsaw?

Gendera's picked a few names,

and I've come to talk about them.

He's getting his revenge on me,

but I don't know why.

Gendera's our man, it's

Putek who's named you.

Putek?

You didn't want to take him

sailing to the West.

The son of a b*tch.

Don't worry. In Saigon we did

worse things, didn't we?

I'll take care of Putek.

We'll send him to a post in Egypt.

What about Marian Rakowiecki?

Marian? Not him! He fired

at workers in Gdansk in 1970.

Exactly. Later on a guilty conscience

haunts you.

- I can't leave, dad. I've got Iza.

- Then stay!

No one can stay.

At my signal you must leave

the house,

each of you separately,

without rushing, like normally.

It must look like a normal workday.

- Have an obvious reason.

- What reason could I have?

Take the washing machine

to the repair shop.

- What do I do with it afterwards?

- That's a good idea.

Leave it on the street;

that's a good idea.

- The washing machine?

- We leave everything.

We can't take or sell anything.

We take only what's in our pockets

and in mom's handbag. Understand?

Dollars, jewelry, even Zuza

will stay with Iza.

Our zlotys?

Bury them somewhere far from

the house and garden.

Later on you can tell Iza

where they are.

But don't tell her anything.

Say we're leaving the dog

for the weekend. Hear me?

Now the most important thing.

On my signal, you must all be

at the MDM by the lamppost

punctually at 11.00.

You can't be even a minute late.

Son, this time you have to

memorize everything.

Jesus...

They'll kill us.

Yes, it's possible they will.

They'll kill us if...

If we stay, they won't;

they'll kill only me.

- I'm sorry. Ok, we stay.

- No!

We're all going.

We've been talking too long.

Come on.

At 8:
21 a Seat 850, tag number

WIG5536, pulls up at no. 11.

Mrs. Kuklinski leaves the house,

gets in the car and they drive off.

Got it. What's going on

at the Ostaszewski's?

All quiet there.

No activity observed. Got it.

At 10:
01, Kuklinski's son,

Bogdan, leaves, and

his girlfriend, Izabella Michalak,

joins him.

- Observed.

- Got it.

At 10:
05

Colonel Gendera approaches.

Don't even joke like that.

Holy sh*t! Hide that sh*t...

- Hello, men.

- Hello, citizen colonel!

- What've you got?

- Routine, citizen colonel.

Like every day, everyone's

gone to work.

The only ones left are the deaf old

lady at no. 17 who clears the snow,

and Kuklinski's son, Waldemar,

but he sleeps usually late.

Hey! Isn't that Putek?

Putek's being sent to Egypt,

What the f*** are you doing?

Oh, citizen colonel.

And you? What are you doing here?

You should be in Egypt.

I wanted to close the case

before I left.

I've taken over your cases,

Putek!

If he gets away, you'll take over

the consequences too.

Your father fought in the Home Army.

My father's been dead since 1944

and has nothing to do with this.

No one from my family

had anything to do with this.

I can't agree. The death of your son,

no matter how you look at it,

was a result of your,

shall we say, activities.

Yellow Mercedes van. Slubice...

Slubice 19:
00,

East Berlin 21 :
30...

We're going in.

Alert all units; we're going in!

Open up!

Army counter-intelligence!

Open the door or we'll break it down!

- Open up!

- Break it down.

Go around the house to the back.

Counter-intelligence!

Come out! Come out!

He'll make it. He's slow, but

you can depend on him.

If we don't move in three minutes,

they won't be waiting for us.

What do we do?

If they've got him, they'll force me

to come back, wherever I am.

Maybe they won't do

anything to him.

They'll do everything it takes

to get me.

- Everything?

- Everything.

Dad, what did you do?

I worked for a foreign

intelligence service.

Get busy, gentlemen.

There must be something.

- Rip up the floors.

- We are...

The bathroom tiles then!

You never said a word, dad.

I'm sorry.

Do something!

Bogdan, lie down flat.

Give me my cap.

Stop him!

What are you doing?

Cuff him! Her too.

What are you waiting for?

Mom! Dad! There he is!

Son!

They broke in! They saw me run

and they'll be here soon.

- Got anything?

- Nothing, citizen colonel.

I'm sure he's across

the border by now.

Stop speculating! There must be

something here. Dig up the garden!

Citizen colonel!

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