Katyn Page #4

- Yes, yes, but it's a mistake.

I live as you see.

Where's Andrzej?

Do you know my son's

whereabouts?

Unfortunately,

I saw him

in 1 940 last

when they took him

to another camp.

That means...

Nobody knows,

and nothing is certain.

So many mistakes.

You live...

Anna will be happy.

She'll be back soon.

I have some canned meat for you.

It can be of use...

Thank you.

Jerzy.

- Why, you are on the Katyn list.

- I know. I've come...

This is for you.

Thank you.

You live.

Where's Andrzej?

Do you know?

His name is not on the list.

- I'm in place for him.

- What do you mean?

The captain had a sweater

with my name.

Oh, God...

Mrs. Anna. It doesn't mean

a thing. You should have...

Hope?

I've been living hope for five years,

so don't you tell me about it.

You've come to tell me

that my husband is dead, yes?

- You want to tell me that he's dead...

- Yes.

He said that Andrzej is dead.

Mrs. Greta...

Soviets of the NKVD

are on the premises.

Have you seen them?

Calm down.

They'll take us away

when they find this.

They'll take us away anyway.

Hide all of this immediately.

What are you doing here?

Do you have an order?

I have an appointment

with the professor.

Sir, the man says he

has an appointment with you.

I don't remember.

You have a warrant, major?

You don't remember me?

Jerzy... How come you here?

In this uniform?

I came too late to Anders.

But for that, I would

be in London now.

I'm here in private, sir.

You know that I'm

on the Katyn list?

Forgive me, but I don't

know the list by heart.

Things with my name

were my commander's.

That's why I've come here.

I think that his family

would like to get them

before you pack them.

Have you found

an envelope with my name?

I don't remember.

How many names of your former

students could you have found here?

Dozens, sir.

This is...

the address of the captain's wife.

If you could find anything...

I know you don't trust me.

But it's not the point

that I've survived,

am in the new service,

in a new Poland, but you aren't.

That's not the point.

To you, this is just evidence,

but to her it may be relics.

Aha.

On the strength of the decision

of the Extraordinary State Committee

concerning the investigation

of the murder committed

by the German invaders,

a special commission was appointed

to ascertain the circumstances

of the crime committed on Polish

officer POW's in the Katyn Forest.

Each body underwent

detailed autopsy.

A shot in the back of the head,

the favorite way of killing

of Gestapo murderers.

Judging by autopsies, brains,

and clothes, we can determine

that the Polish POW's

were murdered not

earlier than in the fall of 1 94 1.

The Germans committed

the murder with utter cynicism,

which the bullet

wounds bear out.

That's how they shot the Poles.

Delegations of the 1 st

Polish Corps in the USSR

have come for the exequies.

HONOR TO THE FALLEN

During the ceremony,

the priest told the participants:

"May the shed Polish

blood be a foundation

of our revived free homeland. "

- What's the matter?

- It's a lie.

It's a lie. Do you hear?

Please come with me.

It's a lie.

Madam...

Where do you know me?

I received a commission

from the General before the war.

I was there a year ago.

Where?

In Katyn when the Soviets

sent us to the graves.

What were you doing

there?

Stalin needed us, officers

of the 1 st Corps, to testify

about the impartiality

of their investigation.

- And?

- We did.

It's a lie.

And you know it.

- They had eye-witnesses.

- Major...

The Soviets must lie to cover up

the crime, but you don't have to.

You mustn't.

I saw them...

pull out of the pits

those I was with in Kozielsk.

I watched in disbelief

that I lived,

whereas I should've

been there with them.

You should... major...

testify about the truth.

I could just as well

shoot myself in the head.

You salute murderers

as if they were victors.

Makes no difference

whether Soviets or Germans.

Nobody will resurrect

the dead anyway.

We have to survive, forgive.

We must live.

You're the same as they.

You may think differently,

but you do the same.

What does it matter

that you think differently?

The Katyn graves opened up

for the third time

to reveal to the world

the terrifying truth

about still another

German murder

committed on the Polish nation.

- Will you drink?

- Miss Krysia, pour one for the major.

- I'm cold after the service.

- They premiere a Soviet film in town.

- What?

- Haven't you heard?

A dozen thousand of our officers

were murdered in Katyn.

- What're you talking about?

- To the victory over those criminals.

Jerzy!

- What're you talking about, dammit?

- About the historical truth.

Miss Krysia,

vodka for everyone.

The whole world didn't know...

what to think about

that crime.

There were horrible

rumors that

no one knew who and how...

- But it's plain that...

- Stop it!

...it was the Germans in '41

murdered everyone shooting

in the back of the head.

Piss off. You're drunk.

- Miss Krysia.

- Don't pay.

I want to pay

in memory of them.

Get out of here.

You're drunk.

Look, the people can be silenced.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

That's why I'm talking!

You fool.

I don't know what I'm saying?

You all know the same.

AII.

And you, and you,

and you.

Get out of here!

The Katyn Forest blood

is calling to us out loud...

calling us to take a merciless...

revenge...

Not for a moment are we

allowed to forget

about the terrible

death of our brothers...

who were later dumped

into a common pit...

and next dragged out of the pit...

those jackals and hyenas.

POW's were murdered

in cold blood

calmly, systematically.

Dumped into a common pit,

professional officers,

engineers, doctors...

- What's your name?

- Lieutenant Klin.

You'll be a witness.

Take him. Quick!

Over 1 0,000 of Polish

intelligentsia,

whom the war dressed

in military uniforms.

Agnieszka, I was afraid

I'd never see you again.

News from the rising raised

doubts if anyone had survived.

I lucked up.

Thank God.

My sister said

you were looking for me.

I asked her to get in touch,

but she never came.

Nothing will change her

and she won't return to church.

You'll be disappointed in me.

I haven't come to pray.

I was there.

There?

Over the Katyn graves

in 1 943.

In my presence, this rosary was

pried out of your brother's hand.

You recognized him?

How?

By his service papers.

I didn't want him

to look so serious.

It was snapped when

he was appointed lieutenant.

He wasn't a professional officer,

but an engineer designer,

building a new sports plane.

He looks so glum,

rather than happy

as he usually was.

- May I?

- A pity I didn't have another photo.

I'll try to make

him look smiling.

But it's a very beautiful photo.

I wanted to ask

you if I could make a copy.

Yes?

- Go ahead.

- Thank you.

It didn't bring us luck.

It'll be ready tomorrow.

Please come tomorrow.

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