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Psy
- Year:
- 1989
- 96 min
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In the 12 Polish cinema festival
Gdyna 1992:
Awards for direction, main male and
support female parts, music and editing.
Award
from the Polish cinema association.
Award from the Youth Film Academy
in Warsaw "Silver raft".
ZEBRA company presents
We have here before the committee
Lieutenant Franciszek Mauer
Age 37, married, one child.
Graduated in Law, Cracow,
with distinction.
Immediately started work
in Ministry.
Married 1980
to Melina Korzepa,
daughter of the then
vice minister of the Interior.
Immediately promoted
that same year.
31 reprimands,
18 commendations.
Two at the recommendation
of the Interior Minister
of the Russian Republic.
Fired and reinstated
three times.
No details available.
Mr. Mauer, what did you do
to Captain Nowakowski,
who wanted to establish
Solidariy in the service?
I shot him in the head
with a 7.8 mm Mauser.
Can you explain that?
He killed his wife, had
his daughter on the roof,
threatening to kill her.
What did he want?
Registration of Solidariy
and a pay rise of 2,200 zlotes.
And...?
pipes
and shot him in the head.
Got it?
You've got a medal for that...
I hit him in the temple
with one shot from 250 yards.
Someone has been pleased by that, and
since than, they've invited me hunting.
Did you know Captain Nowakowski?
We studied together. Witek...
Captain Nowakowski was my...
He was my friend.
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Jerzyk, up you go!
Were there that many informers?
This is only for two years.
And from two districts.
Take this.
Well, Lieutenant,
how's it going to be now?
Nothing. The same...
Or even better?
Careful, Granddad.
Go easy.
Burn it all!
I remember that
I almost got him.
It turned up in the end
in a shop in Hamburg.
Through that...
Zielinski.
Right. Hold this.
what happened to him?
- He got a stroke.
Last winter.
Into hell!
What you're doing is
breaking the law.
We've informed Knita's
Senate committee.
He's checking this Firm out.
What did you say?
- Don't play games with us.
You'll be up before
Senator Wencel soon.
He's from the Christian Union.
Hang on, Olo.
Mr. Wontecki.
Ask my superiors.
Do I throw this away?
Please wait in my office
Irenka will show you the way.
I know it by heart,
I'd find it blindfolded.
Blindfolded, there and back.
You're a great lay,
and I know you want me.
I'll call the police.
I am the police.
The priest from Otwock.
- Close it. No evidence.
Just like that?
No. Question his daughter.
But we're going to burn the file.
Question her first.
We've got to do things properly.
If she is says something...
Heard this one?
and the lifeguard gives
mouth-to-mouth...
I've heard it.
They're taking my flat away.
It turned out to be the caretaker's
flat.
I have to move out
or clean the block.
Big block?
- Question her for me.
I have to talk about the flat.
Talk to that bastard
you wanted to kill once.
Call her in tomorrow.
Better to go to her.
The case is closed anyway.
Where is she?
In a home. He couldn't
keep her at the church.
Angela!
Why?
- Why not.
Angelica Wenc!
Get up!
The lieutenant wants to
talk to you.
Hi, Franz.
Good morning, Lieutenant.
You are looking good.
We have to discuss Bazylak
sometime. He's on remand.
We won't disturb you. Bye.
Who's that?
- Arms dealer.
I'm full. You can f*** me now.
Hi.
- I'll find him.
Don't you want me? You
won't take me back there?
I don't know what I'll do.
Why'd you get me out?
- To stop him f***ing you.
You're 22 days too late.
You got a house? Family?
My father's supposed to
be a priest.
My wife's in America.
She left me.
Silly b*tch.
She took my son.
My brother's in New Zealand.
So why are you here?
Talking about my brother or my wife?
- Your son.
I like your car.
It's my wife's.
It's not a cop's car. What
else did she leave you?
Nothing. She took a lot.
Why did she leave?
Simple. She's a bad woman.
And you're perfect?
I'm a saint.
Shame.
Want any more?
The sons of b*tches sent
pull my house down to see
if the materials are stolen.
They want invoices.
Who holds onto bills that long?
You said you had them.
- F*** off!
Cheers.
They only fired 20% of the
Lodz staff.
70% in Krakow.
We should have killed
them when we had the chance.
Right. A few lads,
a few spades,
a lot sacks.
I can't eat this!
Third-class dog meat,
minced with the kennel.
And a b*tch.
- They can't get rid of everyone.
They have to have some
sort of securiy service.
The Jesuits?
They'll choose a few of their own.
We'll be the beat.
Wouldn't be so bad...
It's fine for you.
You're young.
What about me?
On the street.
What can I do?
I'm only an interrogator.
Go on TV. A quiz show.
Drink up and go home.
Before tonight.
How much?
- Three truckloads.
Officer Morawiec from the
Police Academy.
Got your papers?
I'm glad you're here.
And so on.
But I've got plenty of
good men and no work.
What's wrong?
Start a business.
A gun shop.
Or a sex-shop.
His dad's a prick.
Let's go.
Franz, you've drunk the
least. Come with me.
The rest of you, to bed!
Get up, Police!
- Security Police!
Tonight, we're burning the past.
You know each other.
Captain Stopczyk questioned
me eleven times
in fifteen years.
What are you lighting up?
Me? Polish cigarettes.
But Franz has Camels.
Don't f*** me around.
What are you burning at the dump?
Trash. The health service
is taking the building.
Burning bills
for clothing, stationery.
No one buys wastepaper now.
Major, that was a secret.
Don't f*** me around!
No more bullshit!
These gentlemen reckon
that you're burning files.
What files?
Major, are we supposed to
believe this farce?
Jeromil!
Waldek, tell us what you
heard downstairs.
Captain Stopczyk arranged
with his drunken officers
to burn files tonight.
What do you say to that, Stopczyk?
I don't believe it.
Neither do I.
What do you say?
Olo. Smell anything?
Mmm, not sh*t, more like...
Dead meat.
How does informing
usually end?
In cemetery.
- This is outrageous!
That was a death threat.
I demand the immediate
dismissal of these men!
You're dead and buried.
They'll sling us out.
No worries. We'll open a gun shop.
That bald guy would give us a license.
Wolski?
He had two strokes and retired.
Well then, a sex shop.
Any trouble?
I couldn't open the door.
I'd like you to meet each other.
Hi, Olo!
Hi, Angela.
Nice guy, that Olo, isn't he?
Funny.
Known him long?
- Long enough.
Not too vain.
He's as old as you,
maybe even older?
I didn't mean it like that.
Understand?
Jesus. You're beautiful.
Franz, let's go to bed.
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