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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.

I'll never forget his face.

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.

It's stupid to sleep apart.

Don't be like this.

You won't be disappointed.

Come on, just once!

No!

Why not?

Somehow I don't trust you.

Somehow I don't love you.

God, it's only sex.

Don't be such a saint.

Leave it.

I disgust you.

Because I've slept with

so many men?

No, I'd disgust myself.

Got it?

Sometime... in 10 years,

Will you love me?

- You'll find out.

How?

Go to sleep.

Nice camera.

From the Firm?

- A friend lent me it.

You've got friends?

- Yes.

Careful. It's expensive.

- Expensive?

Jesus!

You bastard!

Are you crazy?

You're all f***ing mad!

You should be locked up.

You threw it away!

You little prick!

You think this is a game?

Office politics?

This is the real world.

What do you want to do?

Kill 50,000 informers?

You want blood, you little sh*t?

When you grow up, you'll

understand. This is no game.

This is real politics, here.

We leave it here, or stay forever.

Understand?

Are you mad?

Do you f***ing understand?

You missed at that range?

Understand?

What are you looking at?

There's noone here.

I guess I'll be off.

Lonely here, alone.

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