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You're all invited for

a traditional Polish dinner.

Let's have a word, Cas.

Don't COUNT your chickens...

You're right.

'Cause it's chicken soup.

May 1 5, 1937. Sierra Morena.

We're at the sanctuary

of Santa Maria de la Cabeza.

Pronounced /kabesa/.

We're at the sanctuary

of Santa Maria de la Cabeza.

Santa Maria de la Cabeza

May 15, 1937

Initially I thought we were here

to fight the fascists

and Moroccan dog soldiers,

who burned, looted and raped.

Unfortunately rape occurs

also on our side.

Comrade Commander!

Help!

- What the f*** are you up to?

- We're preparing a feast.

Help yourself, Comrade Commander.

We've picked the cutest.

- Leave these women alone.

- They're not women. They're nuns.

We're here to defend

the Republic, not to rape.

Why not enjoy both?

They're Franco's whores.

Let them go, right now.

It's an order.

Or else?

I'll shoot you down.

Who's next?

You killed him?

Your comrade?

He wasn't my comrade.

Bury him and we're off.

Damn! To shoot your own men?

They were communists. Listen.

I couldn't believe my eyes: the missing

crown of Casimir the Great!

In college we theorized about

its possible re-emergence,

but nobody ever suggested Spain.

Sir, we are very thankful.

You're welcome.

How could we reward you?

I'd like this crown.

- This crown?

- Please.

Yes, of course.

I'll get it!

Let's go!

How come the crown ended up

in that Spanish backcountry?

There must be an explanation.

From Cracow via Spain to Lublin?

Sounds like some third-rate

travel agency's slogan.

Listen,

in Lower's party there's

a historian and academic.

Find her.

Think about it. Nobody will buy it

and my offer expires on arrival.

No deal, Dime.

Jeremi.

Nobody will buy it, Jeremi,

'cause I'm not selling it.

Rather because it'll be too late.

And doing business with me

is sheer pleasure.

Okay.

Don't mess with me, b*tch!

Looking for trouble?

If you insist...

What's Viki going to do

with the crown?

Return it to the owner.

Casimir the Great?

The state.

The people.

Or the family.

We could stage a televised event,

tied in with the elections and

the 700th anniversary of Lublin,

to make everybody happy.

She needs no ballyhoo.

- Because she escaped from jail.

- Here you go again.

We don't need her to be there.

Let her just give

or sell us the crown.

I can talk to her,

but no guarantee.

Am I to raid her

with antiterrorists?

Gee...

Convince her to deposit it...

sell it I mean, without hassle.

You put the crown before the flat?

The crown fits my strategy for

Lower, it'll make him win.

A socio-technical trick.

You'll see, the populice will love it.

How is to know it all?

To get one's drift

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