Pornografia Page #3

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Let's visit the funny Pole.

What's his name?

The fatso playing the chicken?

Hippolit or something.

Oh.- the last eggs.

Karol!

We've taken the right path.

Well turn Vaclav into a bed

on which Karol lays Henia.

Be gentle and considerate and

Vaclav will believe the hoax.

P.S. Did you recognize the man?

Colonel Siemian of the

local Home Army unit...

... who stopped us on the road.

Why did you bring me here?

I found it my duty.

Thank you very much.

I don't think it matters much.

Thank you for bringing it

to my attention.

They want to liquidate Siemian.

Yesterday they came from Warsaw

about a planned action...

... but what followed was

a pathetic scene.

The colonel said

he was going home...

... that he'd lost his courage

and was full of fear.

Really pathetic.

Too much tension.

It's a... disaster!

You should've seen it.

All those secrets he knows.

In his present condition.-

he's likely to squeal.

He will.

What now?

They'll send some hatchet men

with his death sentence...

- What do you think?

- Me??!. It must be done.

I see it like a soldier!

And we?

You what?!.

From now on.- you too

are soldiers. Wait.

Wait for your orders!

Mother!

We have a problem with Siemian.

This has messed our plans.

Let's wait it out

and see what happens.

We'll have to act in sync now.

You must burn this letter.

Yes?

- May I have a word with you?

- Come on in.

- Would you rather rest?

- No. no.

You know why I'm here?.

That show... on the trolley there.

I wonder how I could help you?.

I just want your opinion.

Tell me; like man to man.

what you think of it.

- Me? What's there to think?

- I can't make light of it. see?

They're childhood friends.

It was just... kid's stuff...

a kind of game.

Game?

- Yes; but...

- What?

How should I put it...

Rather peculiar...

- Odd...

- Calm down!

- I shouldn't have taken you there.

- You couldn't have done better.

But I have to say one thing...

Loud and clear.

I wonder how Henia

can feel anything for me.

See the way I am?

I have no illusions.

I'm not fond of myself really.

I don't understand what

she could see in me.

This puts me off. believe me.

What I hold against her...

... is the way she welcomes

my advances.

What're going to do?

My friends...

I'd like to hearten you.

I have good news...

This war will soon be over.

This war...

You look funny.

Funny? Me?

Yes.- you.

- Me?

- You turned pale... a bit.

But the colours are

coming back now.

The saucer got stuck to the cup.

That's all.

Good God!

He's a changed man.

All he wants is to run away.

I had to lock him up

like a thief.

"Just give me the horses and look

the other way'... This is for you.

I can't give him the horses.

He wants you to be

his accomplice.

In getting scared shitless?

If the Germans catch him...

- You spoke of hatchet men.

- I did.

But they're not here.

What if they don't come?

What do you think?

Excuse me... could you?

Come in.

I've got something.

I had it stashed away

in the forest.

It's strong.

You're seeing a man

who badly needs help.

How could I help you?

I've cracked up.- you know.

It's this fear.

You know what it means...

... when a brave man turns chicken?

- It's nerves.

- No sir. not nerves.

It's a transformation.

Daring turns into cowardice.

Understand?

Only three weeks ago

I had my goal.- task. struggle...

Now I have nothing.

Everything's gone.- like...

I'm with my pants down.

Worse still I'm right!

I'm right at last!

Why don't you calm down.- colonel?

You want to get rid of me; huh?

- Who?

- All of you.

You want to do me in.- right?

Admit it.

- Me?

- I'm no fool.

As long as I feared nothing.

they feared me.

Now I'm scared, so I'm dangerous.

What can I do?

Just tell them to let me go.

Or help me escape.

Give me a hand.

Colonel. there's a war on.

I -

the country's occupied.

- To desert now....

- Uh-huh...

Ever been scared shitless?

I am now.

- I've lost it. Got that?

- Listen to me; colonel.

First; calm down. Tell them it's

a passing nervous breakdown.

And I'll talk with Hippolit.

Maybe I'll be able

to arrange your leave.

No way out. We must cooperate

in this underground action.

And not a peep about ours.

Act as if you were...

... with the Home Army struggle.-

the Poland v Germany dilemma...

... not Henia & Karol's coupling.

We must see our plan through.

Theyve sent an order.

They're not coming.

- So they leave it to us?

- Your voice is back?

- By ourselves?

- Yes. f*** it!

- Who then?

- What?

Who'll do it?

First we must decide how...

So. how?

Quietly.

No pistol... a knife.

We could enter

through the wardrobe.

That's no good;

the man hardly sleeps.

Get him to open the door himself.

You're right.

Now the hardest part.

To kill him?

I couldn't.

Neither could you.

- Why not?

- Can you?

And you?

No.

Enough! I'll do it;

without your help.

- You?

- Me.

Out of the question!

It's an order!

We've received an order!

I can't be a swine.

Some sense of duty at least.

I know.;. duty.- responsibility...

- But you can't slaughter him!

- Goddammit! How then?

How?

- Have Karol do it.

- Karol?

Who else?

Karol... Could be...

the simplest way indeed.

- Hello!

- Hello. hello.

Siemian's turned traitor.

We have proof.

You'll slit his throat tonight.

Me?

Scared?

With what?

A knife.

What if he doesn't open the door?

Well find a way

to make him open it.

- Little sparrow...

- What're you up to?

Smoking a cigarette...

one of the twelve.

- Let's say... Saint Peter...

- I mean about Karol.

As far as I know...

he doesn't smoke.

I shouldn't have brought you here.

It was me who brought you.

I almost forgot.

I was looking for you.

No one's minding the store.

The caretaker... is asleep.

Come in.- please.

What do I do with this?

Who's been drinking from my cup?

Who's been eating from my bowl?

What's this tune?

Just a tune.

Strange... both happy and sad.

Hela'd say the same.

- Who?

- Hela...

... my friend's daughter.

What's this story?

A sad one.

I admire sad stories.

- You wont like this one.

- How do you know?

I had a friend...

... a Pole married to a Jew.

She was lucky to have died

before all this.

We'd tell that bon vivant.

"No booze or women."

"Your daughter's Jewish."

He wouldn't listen.

He'd hide her in the closet

and come back at dawn.

She'd say.-

"Don't leave me. dad."

To make up.-

he'd whistle this tune.

"Don't be angry.," he'd say.

"I'll dance with you.

Like with a real lady."

In his arms, her legs dangling

over the floor... they'd dance.

It was her favourite pastime.

What was next?

One night he was too late.

She couldn't wait so she went

out onto the stairs... the street.

- With her black eyes and hair...

- Don't finish.

- I know what comes next.

- You don't...

You can't even guess.

He bribed everyone;.

Poles. Jews. Germans...

... and went off on

the same transport with her.

When she saw him.

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