Polish Roulette Page #2

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The Council of state, in accordance

with the provisions of the Constitution,

introduced today at midnight

martial law throughout the country.

Martial law!

I want everybody to understand

the motives and goals of our actions.

- There's a war.

- There's beer?

What? What war? With who?

Watch and listen boy.

The nation has enough strength and enough

wisdom to develop an efficient democratic...

- So he ended up making the decision.

- Who decided? What? And, who are you?

...armed forces will be able to stay

where their place is, in barracks.

- So maybe I should leave in this situation.

- Wait, wait, wait.

...can not in the long run

be solved through violence.

There's no signal.

You have to get out of Cracow.

Will you help me?

Give me your ID.

Only don't tell them who I am.

Oh, they're not interested in politics, only in

making money. They live in a different world.

I'll bring you some clothes.

Markiz, do you know someone

who could sort out some petrol?

Of course.

What are you painting?

You don't know?

I'm trying to express myself.

But what are you painting?

Well, you know art is the only reason for

living in this world... It gives life a purpose.

Great, but what are you painting?

- Ludwik, come.

- Excuse me.

He won't say.

Learn it off by heart.

Go with them, they're sane guys.

I can only have trouble with them.

If I tell them to get you to Warsaw,

then even if it's burning...

You won't convince me.

I'm taking the train.

I'll wait until it calms down

and I'll get away abroad.

And what are you going to do there?

I have a few ideas.

I might even go to work.

But why do you want to leave?

Because they have

evervthing out there.

Like what for example?

Brothels...

They have dozens of television channels.

Can you imagine?

How do you know?

A sailor told me.

They have casinos...

We have them too...

well, militia casinos.

They also have something

money can't buy.

You can buy evervthing.

They have freedom.

I knew this would happen.

Wave to them.

You really do need luck in life.

You are not normal.

- Roadside check.

- Good morning.

- Where are you citizens heading?

- We're driving home officer.

- Where's home?

- Sopot.

Do you have a permit

allowing for a change of location?

- We're coming back from a holiday in

Zakopane. - Do you have a permit?

But I didn't know we needed one...

In that case there'll be trouble.

Unfortunately.

ID please.

Officer, I know this is your job, but you

don't earn a lot. Plus, this martial law.

There's nothing in shops, but you can

always buy something at the Pewex.

Some cognac perhaps.

I'm sure you have a family.

- Bribery?

- What bribery?

Of an officer on duty?

Oh no, we make an arrangement,

and I agree, that it's a gift.

No such thing. I'm not getting into this.

Absolutely not. Besides there's three of us.

You're suggesting...?

Listen. I used to be a district policeman

in Warsaw. I know people.

I'm a good psychologist, I have an eye,

and what's more important, a nose for things.

I can tell what you smell like.

Is that what a normal citizen smells like?

Besides I can see how you're dressed.

I'd say it's worth 1500 dollars.

Oh now you've gone too far.

No. We have a war. If I lock you up

now it could take over a month

before it might turn out that you're not

wanted. And your money they'll take anyway...

Fine, let it be 1000.

I don't have any more.

That doesn't divide by three.

Unfortunately.

- 1200 and not a cent...

- I'll take it.

One moment.

Give me 1200 dollars in cash.

And prepare a bundle.

Unfortunately.

Good morning.

Count it.

- 1150.

- Yeah?

Well, I wanted to leave some for petrol.

In Poland petrol costs a zloty...

And this doesn't divide by three.

Officers, what guarantee do I have

that you won't tell your friends

down the road also to stop us?

Will you give me your word of honour?

- Word of honour.

- Word of honour.

Documents.

Oh f***... after them!

Drive. I will show

that bloody a**hole, f*** him!

They're after us?

Then why did they let us go?

- It'll be left here.

- Okay.

Oh f***.

Careful!

Can you go slower?

- Good, now right.

- I'm getting out.

Left now.

Do you hear me?

I'm getting out!

Now right.

I'm in shock.

And now gun it.

Can you slow down?

- I'm not driving with you.

- Where?

Listen Ludwik. Markiz said that

I need to get you to Warsaw.

I gave him my word.

- And Sonny's word is holy.

- Get yourself together.

We'll wait till dusk and then go.

Let's go.

Eh, enough smoking.

Great.

We're going to have to push.

Everybody out! Now!

You alive?

Why do you need the wheel?

We should've saved the luggage.

- So, why didn't you?

- I thought, you...

The cash is in the wheel.

WARSAW:

Halt!

Get over here.

What are you doing here?

We're from San... San...

Sandomierz.

Officer, in the last 20 minutes

we've managed to catch a flat tyre twice.

Now we've borrowed

a tyre from a friend...

we don't have a spare,

because we caught a flat in it,

and our friend has a car that's not

functional and he couldn't help us.

And why are you dirty?

Because we were shovelling coal

into the basement.

And it was for that,

that our friend gave us the wheel.

Hand over your IDs.

Is there something wrong?

Don't turn your head

while I'm talking to you.

And wait here.

Top, bottom, top, bottom...

I'm beating him like a drum,

and that beast just stands there,

huge 2 metres,

He breathes down my throat

and starts choking me.

Fingers in the eyes. He jumps back.

Then I take him from the right...

He falls to my feet like a log.

And my left is stronger...

He deserved it.

He cheated at cards.

When we played blackjack.

He'd always put the ace under the deck

and when I'd draw he'd make the trick

and either he had the eye or I exceeded.

I had to smite the bastard.

Papa Stamm predicted a great career

for me, if not for the drinking.

But to be quite honest

I get dangerous only after I drink.

I then pick one bigger than me

and I like to surprise them with a punch

and then smack them in the face.

Just so, you know, there's no doubt.

- And what?

- Nothing.

Where are the guys with the wheel?

The guys with the wheel?

They haven't arrived yet.

During the uprising our divisions

would walk this way

from one neighbourhood to another.

Remember from history classes?

I think I missed that lesson.

It's always been that way.

Someone has always wanted to

take Poland from us.

First the Germans,

then the Russians, and now...

And now ZOMO.

Did something happen?

Is something wrong with your head?

You were acting strange

around that patrol.

No...

Come on!

POLISH ARMY MUSEUM

Where have you brought us?

To prison?

Good guess.

It's the Citadel, the Tsar's prison.

They'd lock up the insurgents here.

For what?

For wanting to be free.

Thank you for evervthing.

Perhaps we'll meet

again some time.

I'm sorry you lost your car.

Ahh...

Take care... Artist!

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