To Kill a Priest Page #2

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- Really?

Yes. Really.

- We'll call him...

- Buck!

A boy in my class has got a dog,

he says, "I've got a Buck."

Let's call him Pope.

Come Pope, lay down!

Pope, go get the paper!

Mom?

Dad's going to buy me a dog, you know

what we're going to call him?

Let me talk to your mom.

Halina, open the door!

- Go back wherever you came from.

- I was at work - You liar!

I went to your office

and they told me you were off duty.

Who did you spend the night with last night?

I was at work!

You left the kid by himself,

now open the goddamn door!

You disgust me! We don't need you!

We're better off without you!

Fine!

I was working. You understand working?

- Where were you?

- I can't tell you that.

I'm terrified that they're going to kill you.

Why can't you just lock them up?

Deport them, get rid of them!

Can't you do something?

- May I have a dog, mom...

- Shut up!

I'll get you a goddamn dog.

- Kid wants a dog.

- Why not.

You haven't even touched me

since this whole thing started.

Since what started?

What's that?

What's that?

- Does he f*** her?

- I wish. She'd like to f*** him.

That's her husband.

They're in the priest's apartment.

His aunt left it to him.

That's his dog.

Whenever there's a political trial,

he has to be there.

We're like the untouchables, aren't we?

If we had the FBI's money,

and the KGB's independence,

nobody could stop us.

- He's a boxer?

- He's learning.

It's not that funny,

pretty soon they'll learn to shoot.

Doesn't look like he could punch anybody.

In South America,

priests smuggle guns under their robes.

He only looks like an angel.

Son of a b*tch.

This is the full plan of the church,

and the presbytery.

This is his apartment.

We should try to get you a job

at the UN mission in New York.

Really? Do you think they'd send me?

If I remember correctly, you tried to start

a Solidarity movement in the militia.

Somehow I don't think

they're going to forget that.

You stood up for me?

Maybe we can put your connections

to good use.

Pretty sure.

- You understand what I want to do?

- Yes.

- You with me?

- Yes.

Good. What do I want to do?

I think you said you understood

what I wanted to do.

So, what do I want to do?

I want to nail that son of a b*tch!

He's got a big mouth.

He doesn't have the balls to stand up

for what he preaches.

Will you take the gun, please.

What the hell's going on?

Just deserted from ZOMO.

Take my hand.

I can't go into the streets.

Full of militia.

Will you turn off the light, please.

Spike!

- It's the dog's name.

- Nice name for a dog.

- I guess you want help.

- Who are you?

I founded a Solidarity movement.

In the militia.

Got demoted, transferred to ZOMO.

Took part in several actions,

but it demanded too much of me.

Josef, come here.

What are you doing?

Are you stupid?

I don't believe in converts.

- We've got to check him out.

- We should.

I'll get Staek.

Can't go out, there's still curfew.

He's coming.

Move away from your position.

Move away from your position!

Not this way, dammit, you'll scare him!

Get back to the street!

He's following you!

I thought you knew what you're doing!

He's right be...

Sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Get back to the street!

Get in the van!

Get in the f***ing van!

I recognize him.

He was with the militia Solidarity boys

during the congress.

- You sure?

- Yes. Hello everybody!

Staek recognized him.

Solid gun. No question about it.

I'd like us to help him get across the border.

Come on, father,

we're not that powerful.

Yet.

He can stay in my aunt's flat

for the time being.

- This is good for him.

- Who?

He can't go out in his uniform.

You need it more than he does.

Almost...

Alek, I don't trust him.

You don't really believe him, do you?

I have no choice.

- I hate them all!

- Anna...

I meant to ask you...

Are you allowed to take communion

twice a day?

Don't you know that god hates exaggeration?

Don't get ??? with me.

- You're too saintly.

- Be careful.

Sometimes... sometimes...

- I feel like beating you up!

- Try!

Keys.

I always forget about this.

I'll bring you some sheets tonight.

I could jump.

If I had to.

No one is going to look for you here.

Make yourself at home.

Why did you come to me?

All of Warsaw knows you'd help anyone.

Even someone like me...

That's going to get me into

many troubles some day.

No curtains.

Hello.

- Is your husband home?

- Yes.

Let me show you something.

I lost my hair in the camp.

No vitamins. And the cold.

Aren't they lovely!

My husband wants to have them put asleep.

But maybe I can find someone

who'd take them.

My son wants a dog.

I knew it. I knew at least one of them

would get into good hands.

Come on.

I'm sorry to bother the colonel at this hour.

Come on in!

Could I have a word with you.

- We have no secrets here.

- It'll just take a minute.

Don't you look in my cards.

I think I found a way to deal with that priest.

Do you remember Feliks and his

"Solidarity"?

- The one I wanted to get rid of.

- Yes.

Deserted last night.

What?!

On your feet!

Ok, take him downstairs.

5 years for harboring a deserter.

You understand?! 5 years.

5 years for possession of firearms.

And 5 years for possession of subversive propaganda.

That's 15 years of hard labor, father.

Be careful.

Sorry.

None of this belongs to me.

Oh, yes?

- Who does it belong to, then?

- You.

You put it there, don't you?

What do you think we are?

Idiots?

Yes.

- Good job.

- Thank you.

The question being asked is of course:

What kind of religious activity

can this equipment be used for?"

- Where is the priest?

- First cell on the right. - Thank you.

He's scared. You can see

how scared he is.

- You're obsessed with that priest.

- I got him!

- Now you're going to have to let him go.

- What are you talking about?

The minister has just received a personal call

from the episcopate.

But it... You s...

Dammit!

You sons of b*tches are playing politics!

There's going to be a general amnesty

in a couple of weeks!

They would have let him go anyway!

We'll get him another time.

Damn!

- Bless me, my father, but I will not come.

- You will go.

Do you realize how hard it was

to get you released?

Hiding a deserter is a criminal offense.

They set me up.

But you thought he was a deserter.

The church must maintain

its relationship with the state.

We have to conduct

a long-term policy of compromise.

And your actions, and notably

your presence at political trials,

are inconsistent with that policy.

They were people from my parish.

I had to be with them.

They had broken the law.

It wasn't a just law!

Sit down.

Why do you think people come to me?

They come to me

because I'm on their side.

If I turn my back on them,

they will turn their back on the church.

The church is 2000 years old.

And has done very well without you so far.

If you want the glory of a guerilla priest,

go to Nicaragua.

God's will is to help my people.

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