Jack Strong Page #4

How did you feel betraying the Polish

army's most guarded secrets?

I never betrayed any secrets

of the Polish army.

Everything I gave

the Americans concerned only Soviet

and Warsaw Pact armed forces.

Yes, but they struck at Poland's

national defense, didn't they?

Nothing could've struck

Poland's national defense harder than

a NATO nuclear attack provoked

by a secret Soviet doctrine.

But your colleagues? Brothers

in arms? You betrayed them.

I never betrayed my colleagues,

only a foreign superpower

that treated them and the entire

Polish army as drafted vassals,

submissive and brainless... cowardly

and incapable of resisting.

What's worse, the Soviets

were right in large measure.

I met Ivanov at the meeting

of general staffs in Budapest.

Know who I mean?

- They say he's KGB.

- So I've heard.

We had some drinks and I asked him

if they really had thrown Penkovsky

into a steel mill furnace alive.

He reacted as if I'd hit him

in the face.

The Americans don't surprise me,

but when a Polish officer

spreads such bullshit it speaks

very poorly about our commanders.

"Did you burn him or not?"

I ask.

We're not talking about

the Polish army.

I shot at workers in the streets,

so you can tell me, comrade.

He got offended, stood up,

and walked out.

Screw him.

- To Strzeminski.

- We've already drunk to him.

To Kobro then.

Walczak, you're really educated...

Too damn educated.

Just a minute.

Good evening, I'm a friend of...

Please go outside; Bogdan will be

right down and walk you to a taxi.

No need to; I live nearby.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Come here!

- Been drinking?

- What's the difference?

I can't drive

because you won't let me.

I spent a year in Vietnam to earn

money for it. What've you earned?

I'm a student,

so I don't work yet.

- Applied to the Military Academy yet?

- I'm not going to be a lifer.

I'm a Polish officer as was my dad;

I demand you respect this uniform.

You may be an officer,

but I doubt it's in the Polish army.

You left respect for the uniform

on the streets of Gdansk in 1970.

That's how you earn money

for your cars.

"ALBATROS"

What are you doing?

Secret, need to know.

Want a smoke?

I don't smoke

that perfumed crap.

When's the report

on Kulikov's visit going to be ready?

It'll be ready when

it's ready, right?

General Kulikov's head of security

ordered us to give you this.

The dog senses something.

He senses that you're ten times

farther away from Iza.

Why'd you sell the apartment?

I could've stayed there.

Don't spoil this day for me,

son.

- Well?

- It's beautiful.

Don't be such a b*tch, Zuza.

Let's go, girl...

Come on, it's simple. Look!

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