To Kill a Priest Page #3

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That's her husband.

They're in the priest's apartment.

His aunt left it to him.

That's his dog.

Whenever there's a political trial,

he has to be there.

We're like the untouchables, aren't we?

If we had the FBI's money,

and the KGB's independence,

nobody could stop us.

- He's a boxer?

- He's learning.

It's not that funny,

pretty soon they'll learn to shoot.

Doesn't look like he could punch anybody.

In South America,

priests smuggle guns under their robes.

He only looks like an angel.

Son of a b*tch.

This is the full plan of the church,

and the presbytery.

This is his apartment.

We should try to get you a job

at the UN mission in New York.

Really? Do you think they'd send me?

If I remember correctly, you tried to start

a Solidarity movement in the militia.

Somehow I don't think

they're going to forget that.

You stood up for me?

Maybe we can put your connections

to good use.

Pretty sure.

- You understand what I want to do?

- Yes.

- You with me?

- Yes.

Good. What do I want to do?

I think you said you understood

what I wanted to do.

So, what do I want to do?

I want to nail that son of a b*tch!

He's got a big mouth.

He doesn't have the balls to stand up

for what he preaches.

Will you take the gun, please.

What the hell's going on?

Just deserted from ZOMO.

Take my hand.

I can't go into the streets.

Full of militia.

Will you turn off the light, please.

Spike!

- It's the dog's name.

- Nice name for a dog.

- I guess you want help.

- Who are you?

I founded a Solidarity movement.

In the militia.

Got demoted, transferred to ZOMO.

Took part in several actions,

but it demanded too much of me.

Josef, come here.

What are you doing?

Are you stupid?

I don't believe in converts.

- We've got to check him out.

- We should.

I'll get Staek.

Can't go out, there's still curfew.

He's coming.

Move away from your position.

Move away from your position!

Not this way, dammit, you'll scare him!

Get back to the street!

He's following you!

I thought you knew what you're doing!

He's right be...

Sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Get back to the street!

Get in the van!

Get in the f***ing van!

I recognize him.

He was with the militia Solidarity boys

during the congress.

- You sure?

- Yes. Hello everybody!

Staek recognized him.

Solid gun. No question about it.

I'd like us to help him get across the border.

Come on, father,

we're not that powerful.

Yet.

He can stay in my aunt's flat

for the time being.

- This is good for him.

- Who?

He can't go out in his uniform.

You need it more than he does.

Almost...

Alek, I don't trust him.

You don't really believe him, do you?

I have no choice.

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