Miasto 44 Page #2

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sacrificing my life.

I pledge obedience

to the President of Poland

and the Home Army Commander

whom he has appointed.

I pledge to resolutely keep secret

whatever may happen to me.

I accept you into the ranks

of the Polish Army,

waging a war with the enemy

for the liberation of our Fatherland.

It will be your duty to engage

in armed combat.

Victory will be your reward.

Treason will be punished by death.

So help us God!

Everything clear?

Clear.

Not 'clear' but:

'Yes, sir!'

Yes, sir!

And put those shoes back in the wardrobe,

you're not in the circus. Congrats!

- These are lovely. His dad's.

- First class!

Enough!

- Two rounds per person, I said!

- No, you did not.

- Easy, Goral!

- That's no playground!

You've got to listen to the commander.

The guy's new,

but see how accurate he is.

So what?

Your life may depend on obedience.

This is Stefan Zawadzki -

son of Hanna Zawadzka - the actress.

- Nice to meet you.

- Yes, we know her!

I admired your mother's acting

in that comedy starring Bodo.

With Dymsza,

her best role.

- Great actress. A brunette, right?

- No, a blonde.

- A Greta Garbo lookalike.

- That's half the battle.

You know Ala? Ala...

What's your...?

- Stefan.

- But we have already met.

- It doesn't matter, let's do it again.

- Nice to meet you.

Well, well!

Nalkowska visits us and

she must've drummed

all this emancipation

into Ala's head.

Okay, who's drumming emancipation

here in the first place?

That's just like Papa.

Please join us for dinner!

He's not shy,

he's just unrefined.

You know what his

situation is at home.

His mother is

apparently not quite...

- No.

- So you said.

We'll get back before curfew?

Mum is probably worried.

We eat, then we go.

An uprising in these circumstances

makes no sense.

The Russians will come.

But they're bound to stay for good.

- The West will help.

- We are part of Europe.

They don't give a damn

about our country.

The Poles are counting on Russian help,

but so far no-one's heard

of any talks with Stalin,

who doesn't give a damn about us,

pardon my French.

I need to go.

Who's got the keys?

- Don't you like it here?

- I need to go.

- Stefan wants to go home.

- No, we'll go in the morning.

We have to wait.

The goods arrive in the morning.

As in the paintings of Delacroix.

Dad, nobody's listening.

- Stefan, what is it?

- You said fifteen minutes!

A hero! Alright!

How is it?

Here you are at last!

Quiet!

Can you hear it?

The front line!

Things are going to happen!

How could you do this to me?

You've been lying all this time!

I thought they've killed you!

You promised!

You're a traitor!

- Mum, please!

- You're a liar!

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