Battle of Warsaw 1920 Page #4

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A wild thing,

impossible to tame.

Used to be the wife of a Czarist colonel.

We hanged the bastard.

Come on. Make some tea.

You'll continue to wear your uniform.

Let people see we've recruited

some Poles as well.

Welcome,

distinguished Polish gentlemen.

Which one accused you?

I'm not seeking revenge.

Bourgeois morality?

All right.

Bielski.

Ah, that's you?

Do forgive me, Major.

You were the judge yesterday,

today you are being judged.

You win some, you lose some.

What goes round comes around.

Tough luck.

That's people's justice,

as comrade Dzerzhinsky calls it.

All officers step forward.

Take them for interrogation.

Soldiers,

we are going to Poland.

Not to conquer her.

To free her workers and peasants

from the bourgeois regime.

To get rid of your nobles

and establish the people's republic.

Who will join the Red Army?

Volunteers step forward.

What was that?

They tried to escape.

Bloody hell... There's no one

to interrogate again.

Take them away.

Did anyone witness his death?

No.

Then believe he's alive.

Delude myself?

No.

Believe.

Everything is in God's hands.

I'll celebrate that mass.

But we won't pray for Jan's soul...

but for his return.

Comrades.

There are no masters anymore.

We are in power now.

All that you see here is yours.

To prove this we'll appoint

a revolutionary committee.

Name your candidates.

Don't be shy, comrades.

I see you need help.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

Who is against this choice?

Who is abstaining?

Nobody.

They have been unanimously approved.

The palaces and mansions

will belong to the working class,

not to damned bourgeois families.

But first you will turn the buildings

into shithouses, right?

What?

Your intelligentsia nose feels

offended by the smell of sh*t, huh?

Let me explain.

Where did the farmers and workers

shove their dear exploiters?

Up their asses.

Capitalism lay heavy on their guts.

Now they have to sh*t it out and feel free.

Got that?

Why did you stay here?

The masters run away,

the servants hid in the village.

Who's going to tend the cows?

The cows?

Yeah. They need to be fed...

and milked.

Leave this place.

Not to worry.

Not to worry.

No. Let me go. Let go.

Piss off.

Learn to knock...

or I'll shoot you.

Stop staring. I've got piles.

Shut the door.

Come on, more hot water.

Careful. Don't boil my nuts.

What's the rush?

They're raping a girl in the barn.

It's all right.

The boys 'wannee fuckee'.

What?

'Wannee fuckee'. One Chino's

way of saying 'I needed a f***'.

They shot him, not for raping

an old hag, but for leaving his post.

If every 'wannee fuckee' left his post,

we'd have lost the Revolution long ago.

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