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THE HIGH FRONTIER

No network coverage

Could we change the channel?

...amongst women, and blessed is

the fruit of thy womb, Jesus...

Must be a weak signal area.

Pray for us sinners...

Get back to the previous one.

Remove it.

Come on!

It's still alive.

I'll show you what to do.

You need to locate the artery.

It'll die anyway.

Be a man.

Really?

Let's go.

We're not taking it?

Nothing's changed.

Holy moley!

Who's here with you? Smugglers?

No idea. Couldn't shake them off.

Tomek, how you've grown!

Janek, what's up!

For me?

Grass? Good! It'll come in handy.

Hey, guys, make room for the guests!

Remember Dzidek?

How long since I last saw you?

Two years?

Three, I think.

Time fucking flies.

Tell us your story, Dzidek.

It's freezing cold.

A zombie figure in a blue

sweat suit staggers along.

It turns out the motherfucker

has lost his glasses.

I grab him by the coat

and rush back to our station.

You're damn lucky. I said.

A bit longer out there and you'd

be stiff like...

...like my willy!

That's fucking bullshit.

So he's there, blabbing on and on.

We get him an interpreter.

And right then, over the phone,

it turns out

that his damn wife is still out there!

Clinging to a tree!

He could tell those stories for hours.

TARNAWA NIZNA BORDER PATROL STATION

- Peace and quiet...

- Not always. It can get busy.

- How many on your staff?

- Six. Three shifts.

- On weekends I'm alone. Cutbacks.

- Tough luck.

Used to be better.

You're missed.

That's right.

Want to return?

It's been a year.

My leave will soon end.

I'll think about it.

You can hang out with the boys

in the woods, look around again.

Let's take our time, observe

each other

and we'll see.

What's wrong?

It's OK.

Was it really a military base?

No. A prison.

Inmates here, guards there.

They wouldn't escape?

Where to?

We must start the generator.

- What's upstairs?

- Storage.

Someone's been here.

Lech?

Or someone else.

Check, one, two...

All units, all units!

Come in.

Go ahead.

F*ck!

This is Border Patrol Station.

How are you guys doing?

Good.

Watch out,

there's a blizzard coming.

Janek.

No, thanks.

You won't have a drink with me?

Why?

I don't feel like it.

It's a tradition.

- To have a drink together.

- No.

Can you be counted on?

- Not really.

- No?

Go get some rest.

- Dad!

- Shsh...

I thought I heard something.

Bottom up!

Wait!

Take the glass.

Janek.

A toast.

No, thank you.

Here you go.

Drink it.

Drink, shithead!

Whatever happens

in the big world out there,

nobody will ever find us here.

I'm almost done.

Go to bed.

Dad!

I'm coming!

Who's that?

I don't know.

Aren't the trails closed for winter?

They are.

He's heading from the border.

You think it's a smuggler?

More likely some stupid tourist.

He's heading our way.

Right.

- Will you arrest him?

- You arrest yourself!

I'll meet him half-way.

Let me have a look.

Come on!

Screw you.

They've passed each other.

Let me see.

What's going on?

Nothing. They're coming up.

Something's happened.

I left them.

What?

I left them in the canyon.

Give me a hand.

Help me, please.

Grab him by a sleeve.

Get some blankets.

We need to warm him up.

Take off his shoes.

Do you know him?

He was a border guard.

Border Station, this is Unit One, over.

Border Station, this is Unit One, over.

Let's try the emergency channel.

Border Station, this is Outpost, over.

Border Station, this is Outpost, over.

Why won't they respond?

Lech, what's going on? Over.

What do we do?

One of you keep an eye

on the radio and I...

You what?

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