Pokot: The Sacred Path to Warrior-Hood

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In our horoscopes, the date of birth

also points to the date of death.

It's a law of nature:

all who are born must die.

Some areas in our charts

can tell us when and how we'll die.

You just have to know where to look...

For Weronka

SPOOR:

What is it, girls?

What are you after? Lea! Bialka!

You wake me up to take you out, huh?

It's unfair.

Who wants to jump? You jealous thing!

Jump!

Jump, baby!

Bialka!

Come on, girls! Get it!

Bialka! Lea!

I didn't know it was you.

Got a tow hook in that piece of crap?

Get in if you want. I'll take you home.

And what about my truck?

Too heavy for this piece of crap.

And no reception here either.

Sh*t!

Hello?

Hello?

I'm at the farmhouse.

So borrow it from someone!

Hurry up, will you?

I want to shoot today.

You're home.

You're not coming?

I'll go straight to the store.

Ms. Duszejko will take me.

I hope he at least pays you well.

It's a full time job with health benefits.

You'd get the same elsewhere.

Really? Like where?

In this hick town?

You can always leave.

- I can't leave.

I have to live here and work.

Why's that?

I called her "Good News."

She looked like she came

from a better world

to learn about all our sins.

It's true.

Her life was bitter and hard.

But she has a conjunction

of Venus and Jupiter

where law meets love.

And she's not a bad girl.

She's like Blake's apple tree,

who never asks the beech

how he shall grow.

Goodbye!

- See you Wednesday!

Lea!

Bialka! Girls!

I brought you a treat!

Bialka?

Lea?

Lea!

Lea! Bialka!

Lea!

Bialka!

Lea!

Come on, girls!

Girls!

Ms. Duszejko!

Ms. Duszejko, over here!

What do you want?

I'll report it to the police.

Get lost, you old bag.

I will report it!

Good morning.

- Good morning, Amela.

Ms. Duszejko!

What are we going to do today?

Did you bring sparklers?

She came back very late.

Shoes wet, coat filthy!

It won't happen again.

Yeah, right!

You follow like a sheep, like your mother!

Your name is Wolski, remember!

Did you find your dogs, Ms. Duszejko?

Janina!

Is it true? Children, go to the classroom!

Did you take them into the forest?

At night?

A field trip, in English.

It was early evening.

Are you crazy?

They got wet, tore their clothes.

The parents are livid. Unacceptable!

Mayor Wolski came to complain...

Anyway, he also took some pictures

of our performance.

Have the kids hang them up

instead of running around.

Some parents like field trips.

Children can learn everywhere.

Janina!

- Please, don't call me by that name.

There are limits. This is a warning.

You've been with us only for two semesters.

Don't ruin your reputation.

This is your chance.

It's not easy at your age.

Here you go.

Back to the classroom!

DECEMBER - hunting season for deer,

roe deer, wild boar, fox, hare, pheasant

My dogs are still missing.

Two months now.

I let them out at dawn, as usual,

but they never came back.

It's been very hard for me, you know.

I put up

tons of posters, looked all over.

They were my closest friends.

My family.

My daughters.

- Don't blaspheme.

Never speak of dogs as your daughters.

Stop crying and pray instead.

It will comfort you.

Let me show you something.

The resting place for my other animals.

Almost all killed by hunters.

My dogs...

Do you think...

? they could've been shot, too?

I wish I could at least bury them.

You can't treat animals like people.

It's a sin,

and those cemeteries: human pride.

God made animals subject to man.

That's the order of things.

But He didn't give us the right to kill.

Thou shalt not kill.

That refers to humans, not animals.

It doesn't specify that.

The commandments apply to people.

What should I do, Father?

Do you know?

Pray.

For them?

For my dogs?

For yourself.

Animals don't have souls.

They're not immortal and can't be saved.

Pray for yourself.

Open up!

Our neighbor is dead.

Come with me.

Which neighbor?

The one you call Big Leg.

Big Foot.

- Right.

Let me get dressed.

Let's go.

What do you mean, he's dead?

- It's not a pretty sight.

Look!

Roe deer!

What are they doing here?

From the Czech side.

Not scared at all!

Shoo! Go home.

I told you. It's not a pretty sight.

Call the police.

There's no reception here.

You need to climb up the hill.

Don't touch him!

Grab his feet.

- What for?

We can't leave a neighbor like this.

Let's lift him up!

Pull off his pants.

Quick.

Sh*t.

We've got to wash him!

Wait.

Something's stuck here.

What is it?

- A bone.

I'll go call the cops.

He's not worth your tears.

I once reported him to the police.

He was a cruel poacher.

And?

Nothing. They didn't respond.

You mean, it's good that he's dead?

Drink up.

You trust authorities too much.

You need to take matters in your own hands.

Come on, sing!

The priest says it's okay.

Okay to poach? He said that?

A priest can approve of hunting, at most.

You're good guys! How could you?

You get drunk and set snares.

Hello!

How are you doing?

- Hi.

Hi, Dad.

- Dad?

Prosecutor Swierszczynski.

Why did you move the body?

Should I have left him on the floor?

You would've done the same.

Never tamper with a crime scene!

Don't you watch TV?

He was a poacher.

You could be charged

with obstructing justice.

I'll need your statements.

Better prepare yourself, Dad.

No nonsense this time.

Sir!

- Excuse me.

What was your relationship?

- None.

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