Once Upon a Time in November Page #2

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What are you saying?

What are you saying?

You're too young to give me orders.

Take our stuff!

Don't push her around!

That's the report.

You're free to go, madam.

I'm waiting to see my statement.

My mum is with me.

Have you been questioned?

Yes, on my request.

And I submitted a complaint.

I want to sign my statement.

I'll come back to sign the statement.

- Did you sign anything?

- No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I've got some scraps for the dog.

Mum!

Don't "mum" me!

Many people were shot here...

Even children.

How did grandpa die?

Do you even know?

Which grandpa?

My grandpa!

Who was killed in the Uprising?

Who?

Marek...

Mr Przecki?

That's me.

Come this way.

To the right.

No, no, down here.

Keep going. Left here.

Down here.

A complaint?

Be my guest.

"Poland has not yet perished,

As long as we still..."

(Polish National Anthem)

Get him out of here.

Don't mix me up in politics.

Black and white, spotty, I'll show you.

Similar... but it's not him.

PULMONARY CLINIC

Where's the sewing room?

Left after the birch trees.

Hi, Marek.

Hi.

What are they, epaulets?

No, stripes.

Stripes on faces.

Stripes on faces?

I've found a flat.

Come and talk.

Are you coming?

Don't be so secretive.

I used to teach Julka.

She's known me for 10 years.

She knows our situation.

One room. It's warm.

They don't mind the dog.

Where is it?

In the suburbs.

But I'm settling in here.

Did you think about me?

Do you need all this?

Come with me.

Don't pull me.

Come and see the room.

Is this your new family? In the squat?

Calm down.

Why those badgers?

Are you mad?

They're costumes for an eco-protest.

I suppose you mean

introducing slavery?

Rather protecting the slaves.

Slavery is already in place.

Look at banking law,

with banking enforcement...

Bank enforcement needs writs of execution.

From the courts.

The courts disregard legitimacy.

Homeless people are killed on the streets.

Are pedigree dogs ever beaten to death?

I've never heard of it.

Dogs like that...

are worth thousands.

But no dog is a legal entity.

While a debtor is.

Like every human being.

The rights of debtors

are a fiction in our legal system.

An evicted person

doesn't even have a postal address.

But our courts treat letters as delivered

after two failed attempts.

The poor soul may even be unaware

they've been deprived of most of their

human rights.

And animal protection laws don't apply.

It's the lift motor.

Do you like it?

It's cold.

Will it warm up?

Not yet, there's no electricity.

But it's plugged into the neon sign.

Come here.

Going to bed in shoes?

Leave the radio on.

Mr Przecki?

Yes, I came about the flat.

When are you moving in?

This evening, I think.

A TIME FOR PATRIOTS

Kill the Reds with a hammer and a sickle.

HANG THE TRAITORS

Let's catch the bus.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Your ears are cold.

If I'm not back for the night,

my father'll throw me out.

You too.

Bye.

Take care.

Come to see mum?

She's "mum" to me, "missus" to you.

Mrs Mum?

Awesome.

Coming in or leaving soon?

You'll be locked in.

I'll make it. Let me in.

Leave a way through.

Over there.

I'm staying here, I'm not moving.

What?

Too late,

it's started.

Great Poland! Catholic Poland!

The nationalists are coming!

Leftie scum!

Queers to the gas chambers!

We'll f***ing kill you!

Leftie sh*t!

F*** you, c*nt!

Listen!

Not now, come and help!

Get back!

Flare!

Take it away!

Throw it outside!

God, Honour, Fatherland!

Here boy.

Don't go out!

He's my dog!

Wait!

Wait!

Move aside!

Come on, you c*nts!

He's there! Look!

Get down!

Over there!

I'll f***ing kill you!

He's there!

Get down!

Marek!

Come back!

Marek!

Look out!

Marek, come back!

Here boy!

F*** you!

Get back!

We'll f***ing kill you!

Link arms!

Calm down!

Hey, this is f***ed up, go back!

Let's keep going!

Polish and proud!

Kill the Reds with a hammer and a sickle.

God, Honour and Fatherland!

Germany and France, here's your tolerance!

Kill the Reds with a hammer and a sickle.

Great Poland!

Kill the Reds with a hammer and a sickle.

Great Poland!

Where are your flags, Poles?

Where are your flags?

The nationalists are coming!

Are you staying with us tonight?

My father's moved his desk,

you can sleep in his study.

What about the dog?

What dog?

Kole, that mongrel. That stray.

We are Polish and proud!

Glory to the heroes!

We are Polish and proud!

Kill the Reds with a hammer and a sickle.

National Radicals!

Sure you want to come in?

We're together.

Loads of neo-Nazis around.

Bracka and Krucza Streets.

Go back to sleep.

The police are outside.

They'll just stand and watch.

Go back to sleep.

Jaca,

why don't you go to bed?

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