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None of the pieces fit in my head.

Understand?

You told me about the loyalty thing

before you went to hospital.

He went out like a light.

When you came in just now,

you looked so like your father.

Something about your eyes.

The same look.

It was if I'd suddenly seen him.

This whole thing's sure to have hurt you.

It's so...

unfair, what they did to us.

Don't worry, Dad.

It's all in the past now.

Eva...

If anyone was ever to say to you that...

Nothing, nothing...

I have to go to bed.

- Can I help you?

- No, no...

I can manage.

- Good night.

- Good night, dad.

Good night.

Here he is.

- Hi.

- Wiesiu, meet Pawel.

- Tom.

- Tommy.

Hi, kiddo.

- Didn't I tell you? Nice ride, eh?

- Yup.

I'll show you what she can do for you

in a minute.

- What do you think, Tommy? Like it?

- Yes.

Great. Shall we buy it?

That's the full amount,

minus the deposit. 31,500.

And I've added that we'll

confirm the sale in two weeks.

You sure that's long enough?

Yes. I've got a buyer for the van.

It's a matter of a couple of days.

- Apparantly you're going to be joining us?

- If my son lets me. Well, Tommy.

- Can I drive?

- No!

Well?

Well?!

Out with it!

I'm an M.A.!

Who's that?

Pawel!

I'm looking for your father.

He's at a sanatorium.

Sweet.

You were just like him

when you were little.

What do you want with my father?

When's he coming back?

That's not your concern.

Tell your father that I have to have

the third instalment immediately.

I'm counting on him.

ecause there'll be problems

with his file again.

And if your wife, finds out, then...

What do we need that for?

Who was that?

Rysiek.

- I have to help him out, darlings. O?

- ut hurry back.

What file?

UNDERTAING TO COLLAORATE WITH

THE INTERNAL SECURITY SERVICE

Recognise your dad's signature?

Get in.

He was my best agent,

even when he was in prison.

I've got his entire file.

Everything he gave us

over the course of 10 years.

That's a lie.

You said it yourself at the trial.

Yes, because in '89, I promised him

that I wouldn't turn him in

and that I'd destroy all his papers.

Yes? So what's this, then?

I had to cover my ass.

Those right-wing pansies who're in power

now took my pension away.

I served Poland for thirty years

and at any moment it might turn out

that I've got nothing to live on.

Your father has to help me.

I understand that he couldn't give me

the whole sum at once, but now...

If you disclose the file,

you'll have to answer the charge

of giving false evidience.

You're a bit naive, aren't you?

Like your father.

My name doesn't figure in the file.

I simply don't exist.

How much?

He still owes me 20,000.

I want the whole file.

The complete set of documents.

All the originals.

Drive.

What?

Get behind the wheel.

- And the file?

- Get going.

Where to?

First of all to your bank.

Lock it and give me the key.

Come on.

It's there.

He loved you both very much.

After your mother died,

he went wild with despair.

I was very sorry. Really.

ut he said it was my fault.

And that he wasn't going to

collaborate any more.

So what was I supposed to do?

I came up with the idea of an orphanage.

Well, that was a con, of course,

because the judge would never

have taken you from him.

ut he panicked.

And came back to me.

There were no more problems after that.

So you see.

You, too, played a part in the story.

That's how it goes.

And those?

They don't concern the two of you.

THE MOLE:

Remember...

Don't be too hasty to judge your father.

You'd have behaved exactly the same.

Me too, perhaps.

That's what the times were like, son.

Tell your father...

to give me a call.

And why should he phone?

You don't understand anything.

The ties that bind us are tight ones.

After all, one can't simply erase

thirty years of one's life.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

What the hell...?

Daddy!

- Pretty please.

- No.

- Come on, Tommy, please.

- No, no, no.

A bit of sandwich, then.

Pawel, hurry up.

Where's that Daddy?

Daddy!

Here he is!

Where were you for so long yesterday?

Out for a beer?

Try and give him a bit of that yoghurt.

And yogo-yogo?

No!

Oh, Jesus.

Yes, daddy!

The clouds of autumn,

wind-driven, wind-swirled,

To far-off places, the far-off world,

The trees of green

that shaded me and you,

Are turned by time to a golden hue.

Can you see grandpa?

The far-off pathways,

in summer's haze,

Where once I wandered,

through sunny days,

Hello, cherub.

And flowers greeting both me and you,

And Pawel?

Are turned by time to a golden hue.

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