Walesa Page #3

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With the pram.

What's going on here?

- Why is the kid crying?

- She's hungry.

Jesus! What are you doing?

Don't worry, I'm healthy.

I've just given birth myself...

Mine's a girl, too. Come on...

Why are you wearing this filthy thing?

The uniform?

Should I go around naked?

My husband left me with three kids.

This child should be at home.

You're putting her at risk.

Let her see what kind

of country she lives in.

When is it going to end?

Soon. It will end soon.

Those guys are far more scared

than you.

- You think they won't open fire?

- I sincerely doubt it.

Good morning, Mrs. Danuta.

Where is my husband?

What are you doing here?

We've missed you.

Have you seen my ball, mister?

I've lost it.

You brutes don't even show

respect for a woman.

Why don't you get your gun

and shoot us?

- Easy, lady.

- Do you have a warrant?

I won't calm down

because you say so.

Here you are.

It's a regular search.

What are you rummaging in there for?

Do you have no shame?

If you're hungry, I will make you

something to eat.

Such attractive men and such pigs.

What are you doing there?

The broadcast!

Long live the Pope!

On the eve of Pentecost,

I join you in calling out:

Lord, let your Spirit descend.

Let your Spirit descend

and revive the face of the Earth,

the face of this land, of this country.

Is that your pram downstairs, Danuta?

Jesus Almighty!

It's my Magda!

Lech. You have visitors.

- Good morning.

- Will I be needed?

No. Not at all.

- Sit down, Mr. Walesa.

- No thanks, I'll stand.

- I just want to say, before you ask...

- We are not asking.

We're only worried about you.

You're so pale,

your hands are shaking.

Nothing is shaking.

May I go now?

Sit down.

Have a smoke.

I'll smoke,

but I'm telling you nothing.

- Are you a Pole?

- What else would I be?

Then why do you keep pushing

Poland into a precipice?

Me? I told you I wouldn't talk.

But you used to talk.

Right. True.

In the past I talked,

because I didn't have a choice.

We had a good rapport

As representatives of law and order

we appreciate your cooperation.

And I regret it.

- I've told the opposition about this.

- Don't be such a smart-ass!

You signed the paper! You have 5 kids?

Your wife doesn't work, does she?

You will crawl begging for bread.

Do you want to be fired from here

like you were fired from the shipyard?

No need to shout!

I will never forsake my membership

in the Free Trade Union! Never!

And I will not be

disturbed at work.

I'm going back to my work.

I'm not afraid of the consequences.

You know, I've been arrested

lots of times.

Usually for 48 hours.

The prison's a good place for thinking.

You're locked up.

There's no noise.

I invented a system

for letting people know I was arrested.

Being in jail is pointless

if people don't know about it.

And how does your wife cope

with all this?

My wife is not bad at all.

I should say she's an ideal wife.

If it wasn't for her,

I'd be either divorced or dead.

Stabbed with a kitchen knife.

So I have no reason

to cheat on her.

And our 6 kids prove that

we make love often and we make it well.

Sometimes there are temptations.

I've told you already, I'm no saint.

Let's hope the Pope doesn't read this.

He's intelligent.

He understands people.

Militia calls it the fitness trail.

They will beat you here,

on the knee and the thigh.

When you fall,

they'll hit your kidneys.

You must control your fear.

Once you're walking,

keep your head protected.

But remember,

they don't want to cripple you.

They want to break your resolve.

To make you an offer you can't refuse.

When they see you've had enough,

they give you a piece of paper,

And say:
"Sign it, you'll be released".

No big deal. A promise to follow

the law. Just sign it. Then you're off.

And this you should be afraid of.

Because one day someone will use

this piece of paper against you.

I've got it! I bought it.

Good.

- Let's play, Dad.

- Not now. Go to the kitchen.

Go on. Put the bread on the table.

What's up?

What?

They fired me.

Danuta...

Don't cry.

We're going to make it.

Don't worry. I'll find something.

People's cars break down.

I'll fix cars.

It will be OK.

I can't take this...

It's all right. Don't worry.

Recent actions undertaken

by the authorities

have nothing to do with patriotism.

They're ruthless towards real patriots,

they break fundamental laws.

My name is Lech Walesa.

I was fired from the Gdansk Shipyard

after 10 years of impeccable work.

Next year marks the 10th anniversary

of the bloody riots in December 1970.

We must build a monument.

If there is no monument until then,

I ask everyone coming to the

memorial service to bring a stone.

If everyone brings one, we can

build a monument out of those stones.

It will be a unique monument,

because the situation was unprecedented.

The Communist authorities

opened fire on their own people.

We want the law to overcome lawlessness.

We don't ever want Poles

to have to fight one another.

- He can speak.

- People love to listen to him.

If I'm not here next year -

my name's Lech Walesa - come get me.

But if I am here and some of you

are not, I will come and find you.

And? Was that worth it?

Already?

- There's no sugar, no milk for kids...

- No needles. Bloody needles.

Or thread. There's nothing at all.

35 years after the war

and you can't buy needles? Jesus.

We're going to starve to death.

And the people at the top see nothing...

Rich Man, Poor Man.

"Rich Man, Poor Man" is on!

Jesus, who can this be?

At this hour it can only be

the Security Service.

I'll go and see.

This won't take a minute.

- We're watching a show.

- We won't disturb.

- What is it?

- We need to talk.

They're listening. Come on up.

- It's in three days.

- What's in three days?

- There's lies, poverty and lawlessness.

- I know that. But what's in 3 days?

You know they fired

Anna Walentynowicz?

Everyone knows that.

It was revenge for her criticism.

Just before her retirement,

an old woman...

To humiliate her, let her die of hunger.

So it's in three days.

What?

A strike in the shipyard.

- People won't be ready.

- If we don't act now, they will lock us up.

You're the leader.

Lech, who else could do this?

For one, you are 100% Polish.

A Catholic, with a wife and 5 kids.

Six kids. Jesus, in three days?

You were on the strike committee

in December 1970.

People respect you.

It's today.

- Didn't I tell you?

- You didn't.

- He's not here.

- I can see he's not.

- Maybe they've caught him.

- Or he's out drunk somewhere.

Lech? We've paid him a visit,

we talked about this. So?

Do we wait or what?

- People won't follow us.

- Or maybe they will.

We're young. We have no families.

We're kids who risk nothing.

But they know and respect Lech.

So let's give him more time.

How much longer? I'm starving.

Let's start without him!

People, move it, it's a strike!

We're on strike! All shipyards!

- All of them?

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