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Thanks to him, in fact!

Prick! He can just piss off!

My father's a star...

My wife's a star...

And you're well on the way

to becoming one, right?

SECOND-HAND CLOTHES Y WEIGH - Excellent!

- Nothing but the best with us!

- How much?

- Six bags.

Three hundred and sixty

Three hundred...

sixty.

My respects, madam.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Nothing but the best with us!

- There you are.

- Another fifty.

- Oh... I'm sorry.

- Thank you, thank you very much.

- You can count on us.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Hi Romek! Delivery.

Morning!

- That adds up.

- Nothing but the best with us!

- And the coats?

- Next week, my word on it!

- So, I'll pay next week...

- Romek, what are you talking about?

I ordered winter coats.

No order, no cash!

And no goods.

Grab that, son!

We're out of here!

F***ing Arab!

I knew that's what would happen!

- Got a smoke?

- Hang on.

The last one. ut take it.

Take it!

I'll buy some in a minute.

Right. Smokes.

Good morning!

Those red ones, please, but lights, O?

Have you got any crosswords? Yup.

That as well...

TRAITOR!

And that newspaper too, O?

What's up?

I haven't got my glasses.

ut... What's it about?

In 1981, the Internal Security Service

had an informer

in the New oleslaw mine.

Thanks to him, the communist

authorities were kept fully informed

about the opposition's

activities in Silesia.

Our reporters picked up the agent's trail

and their discovery is staggering!

The person known by the pseudonym

'the Mole' was none other than...

the very same man who...

stood at the head of the striking miners.

The traitor who defiles the very memory

of the martyred victims of New oleslaw

- is Zygmunt owal, the former miner...

- Sons of b*tches!

Motherfucking c*nts!

It's a lie!

I never collaborated

with the Security Service! Never!

Even in the slammer the slime

never got anything out of me. Get it?

It's their revenge!

They're slinging mud at me

like they've already slung it at others!

Motherfucking...

- ut why?

- F***ing throw it out the window now!

- Open up!

- You know what they've been saying?

- Open up!

- ut they're already there...

- They're waiting for you...

- What?

- F***!

- Come on, I'll drive!

- What?

- Hand over the wheel!

Daddy!

She had to phone now!

- Pawel!

- I can't talk now!

I'm in Katowice. We're watching

television. What's going on?

Stay at your mother's.

That'll be best. I'll phone later.

Oh, my!

Hello, Granny.

- How're you feeling?

- Fine, thank you...

- Really?

- Fine

They were here a little while ago,

but they've gone now.

Who?

The boys from the town.

They brought the manure and left.

Ah, that's good, that's good.

And you, Ziggie? How're you?

Granny, I'm Pawel.

Your grandson.

Zygmunt's just coming. See?

Damn it.

Lucek still hasn't fixed that toilet.

The Complete Slob.

Is he from the town, too?

Granny...

It's me, mum, your son, Zygmunt.

ut I know you're my little Ziggie!

Well, what do you know!

When they finally turn up,

it's just in time for the pig slaughter!

Someone been keeping you informed,

or what?

Two hundred living, breathing,

kilos, the bastard!

Damn it...

- there's none left!

- It doesn't matter, Lucek. Really...

I'll go round to Wiesiek.

He owes me a bottle!

I said, that's enough...

And the boy?

Got room for another?

No, uncle. That's plenty...

Miserable bastards! This is my place!

I'll top you up if I want.

My home, my castle!

Off to Wiesiek's with you, now!

Zygmunt, turn on the television, will you?

Pawel, give me that...

He spends half his life at the neighbour's.

At least we get some peace. Tea, coffee?

No thanks.

Former miners who took part

in the tragic events of thirty years ago

- do not believe the news.

- Zygmunt, they're showing your mine.

- We weren't all behind the strike in '81.

ROERT PITE - Retired miner

We all had families, children...

We were scared, see.

But Zygmunt, now,

he had people's respect,

so much that he convinced

the whole gang.

When he said,

"I know we're taking a risk,

but we have to do it.

For our children's sake.

So that one day,

they'll live in a free country!",

well that influenced my whole life.

You see...?

I can't believe what they're saying!

"Unbelievable".

But since the story broke,

Zygmunt Kowal hasn't been seen at

his home and no one knows where he is.

More is bound to come out

the third repeat trial

in the New Boleslaw mine massacre case.

Capitan Gabarek,

a retired Security Police officer

has been summoned as a witness.

He knows every last secret

of the intelligence

service's Silesian operations.

Turn it off.

The facts only he knows

will come out in court.

Do you know him?

Where from?

Talk to the Solidarity people...

Talk to your old workmates, at least!

I mean, they don't believe it!

- They're all coming to your defence.

- No.

It's the end.

You don't know

what the reds are capable of...

What 'reds'?

There's no 'reds' any more!

And get a lawyer!

You spent two years

in the slammer, right?

Are you going to let these pricks walk

all over you for nothing?

- Make them pay. They'll learn!

- Do you know how much a lawyer'll cost?

Isn't there anything good on?

Not even on the satellite?

No, nothing... We're off to bed...

We have to be off early tomorrow...

What? We're leaving?

They're not telling us

what we can and can't do!

I'm going to bed. I'll deal

with those pricks when we get back.

ut dad, come on...

I know what I'm doing.

Good night, son. Sleep well.

Zygmunt.

Sit down.

Tell me...

What's happened at the mine?

Nothing, Granny...

Everything's fine.

- Shall I turn the TV on?

- Yes.

What's happened? Dad!

Are you O?

It's nothing. Everything's fine.

I just slipped...

On the sand?

I don't know...

Just sort of...

I need...

to take it easy for a moment.

Come on.

- O.

- Come on, let's sit over there.

In '81...

in July,

you were thirteen months old

and your mother...

was in hospital.

The doctors never said a word, but...

I could see she was getting worse,

day by day.

Finally, Ed Pitek told me which church

the department head went to.

I hung around after Mass.

He beat around the bush,

but eventually came out with it.

Only Warsaw could save her.

So I ask why they haven't

taken her there, right?

The hospital's request had been

rejected on account of my activities.

On account of my involvement

with Solidarity. Understand?

And then I went to those shits

in the Security Service.

They gave me the loyalty oath to sign

and everything was set up.

The next day, they took your mother

to the best hospital in Warsaw

and operated on her almost at once.

What did the loyalty oath say?

The usual. A declaration

that I wouldn't do anything

to oppose the State authorities,

the communists.

Your mother died three weeks

after the operation...

and they lost interest in me.

Then came martial law.

We went on strike

and I wound up in the slammer...

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