PRESEN IN COPRODUCTION WITH
IN ASSOCIATION WITH
THE MOLE
STARRING
It's bitter cold in Poland this winter.
People don't want summer stuff.
- Doesn't he get that?
- Yes, uncle, but he needs another week.
The winter coats'll be here
in a week, right?
- My word of honour!
- He promises.
- Right. He promises...
- Fuck it, it's been a month already.
We've got not choice.
His prices are the best in the region.
O. Let's wrap this up.
How much?
- Asri, how many bags did they take?
- 30
And two bags free!
Pawel!
Fucking Arab, but you see -
he gave us two bags free!
- You have to negotiate!
- We'll see next week.
- Cold enough...
... to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.
O!
usiness isn't so good...
but here's a bit extra for Christmas.
Thanks, uncle.
And the smokes? Did you remember?
- They only had lights.
- Cool.
SCENOGRAPHY
Great.
- No, really. See you.
- Thanks. ye for now.
Give your parents a kiss. Tell them
we'll be at the party on Thursday!
Great. Dad'll be pleased.
Safe journey!
EDITED Y
'efore the storm'... 4 letters.
'Calm'.
Give us a harder one!
'Calm'
That's it!
Comes from outer space
in sci-fi literature and cinema.
UFO.
- No...
- No?
It's 4 letters!
SOUND DESIGN
MUSIC Y
- Look what I found for the little fella!
- rilliant!
- They've got them in red as well...
- That one's cool!
WRITTEN Y
Welcome to Poland!
- Want me to drive?
- No!
ut we'll stop for a break.
PRODUCED Y
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
Aren't you going to eat that?
The best meat's near the bone.
And what can I get you for dessert,
darling?
Nothing thanks.
Can't I even tempt you to a couple
of our warm, sweet dumplings?
The spirit is willing, ogusia...
ut the flesh is weak...
Now Zygmunt,
you'll have me in tears in a minute...
A woman of character,
no two ways about it!
And well ready! Why not give her hand
with the washing up?
Son...
Not at my time of life.
Will you pay?
I'm going for a smoke.
Goodbye, ogusia
and see you next week!
ye for now, Zygmunt...
I'll keep the dumplings warm for you!
Has something spoiled
your dad's appetite?
The doctor warned him
about his cholesterol...
Right...
DIRECTED Y
One of the darkest pages
in our history:
the start of martial law.
December 1981.
he New Boleslaw mine goes on strike.
The communist authorities decide
- to send in the security squads.
- Dad, come and see!
7 Solidarity members lose their lives,
7 martyrs to freedom,
lost to the bullets
of a murderous system.
29 years on and the man who led that
crack security squad is on trial again.
he courts have yet to prove his guilt.
Two earlier trials were dismissed.
Will this, the third,
finally reveal the truth?
he accused has already
caused an uproar,
testifying that there was an agent
of the Security Service
among the strike leaders.
The victims' families are outraged...
Ms va, what are your thoughts
about the first hearing?
The accused has one aim;
VICTIM'S DAUGHTER
to prevent the trial continuing
and evade responsibility yet again!
It's the third trial. After so long,
people are saying it's relentless...
But do you think it's normal that
the man who killed my father,
shot him at close quarters, has been
running around free for 29 years?
All we want is justice,
so that our children can grow up
in a country that isn't afraid of the truth!
Come on, Mum!
xcuse me, please.
Dad!
Yes?
Eva was on television!
They interviewed her!
How about that?
- Where?
- In court, with her mum.
Oh yes, it's all starting again...
If it amuses them, then good luck to them!
Just so long they leave me out of it.
- Want me to drive?
- No, really. I'm fine.
- Hi.
- Hiya.
Did you see them at each
other's throats yesterday?
- Got off to a good start, right?
- What?
- The trial!
- Don't talk to me about that circus...
- Hi Rysiu.
- Hi.
- How's it going?
- It's winter, my friends!
- Winter!
- You going to unload that today?
Yup...
Tommy!
Grandpa's here!
Everything O?
Are you tired?
Not him!
Spent the whole trip snoozing!
You're the one who didn't want
to hand over the wheel!
My star...
Hello, darling!
You didn't look at all bad
on television...
Oh, sure...
I was as red as a beetroot!
ut you're even better in the flesh!
Is Tommy going to eat something too?
A little bit...
Mummy will give you
your bottle in a minute.
The trial...
reporters...
What do you need all that for, Eva?
And taking your mother along, too.
Stirring up the past's the last thing
she needs right now.
- ut she wants to be there.
- What the hell for?
You won't hear any of the truth anyway!
This time, it'll happen.
The new judge is determined.
And most of all, she's young.
It's a new generation, Dad.
She's brilliant! Really!
And just what can she
do with no evidence?
The commies destroyed
all the paperwork in '89.
- There's nothing! Not one scrap of paper!
- Dad...
They should have hung those red sons
of bitches once and for all!
on appetit.
I don't fancy a Merc...
You might not fancy one -
but a 2.4 Turbocharged Direct Injection...
TDI...!
My brother-in-law's
going to do up the bodywork.
- Two weeks and it's burn rubber!
- Finished the cabbies' course?
Almost. One more exam on Friday
and that's it...
How about you?
Going to start?
I'm thinking about it.
ut it's expensive...
Five! For the licence
and everything, man!
- Five grand?
- Five grand!
So what? No pain, no gain...
like I said to Gosia,
"If we're in the red in a year,
we'll piss off abroad!"
- You said that two years ago.
- Yeah, but Gosia wanted to come back!
I'd have fucking stayed in Ireland,
no discussion!
- You here?
- Yup. So, next week?
My deep respects, Sir!
To be perfectly frank, he wasn't
at all nice, not the slightest bit.
So please don't feel unduly sorry for him.
We're not going to feel sorry
for the dragon either, are we?
Is it tasty?
Where did he live, that dragon?
Is that it?
Yes!
You'd look gorgeous in this.
- ut isn't it a maternity dress, Pawel?
- Yes, exactly, a maternity dress...
So it's home and Pampers for me
and you on the road all the time!
Thanks a lot!
ut that'll be over after Christmas...
ut darling,
I have exams after Christmas.
Honestly, just a few more grand
and that's it.
And have you already talked to dad?
Well, almost...
Almost?
e careful!
I'm being careful.
Here it is!
So pop it in!
Hello?...
No, he's still asleep.
Hello, Tommy!
My wife's not here...
Yes, this evening...
Goodbye.
Some reporter just phoned.
Wanted to talk to you about the trial...
- Reporter?
- Yes. He's going to phone later.
I've already done my bit...
I've said everything I had to say...
And what use will it be?
Clowns!
Hello?
No, his son...
I'll see.
Actually, he can't talk right now.
O, I'll pass that on. Thank you.
And now it's that guy
from Solidarity who's called.
- Which one?
- The one you don't like. The young one.
What does he want?
I mean, he knows I'm not active any more.
Thanks to him, in fact!
Prick! He can just piss off!
My father's a star...
My wife's a star...
And you're well on the way
to becoming one, right?
SECOND-HAND CLOTHES Y WEIGH - Excellent!
- Nothing but the best with us!
- How much?
- Six bags.
Three hundred and sixty
Three hundred...
sixty.
My respects, madam.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Nothing but the best with us!
- There you are.
- Another fifty.
- Oh... I'm sorry.
- Thank you, thank you very much.
- You can count on us.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Hi Romek! Delivery.
Morning!
- That adds up.
- Nothing but the best with us!
- And the coats?
- Next week, my word on it!
- So, I'll pay next week...
- Romek, what are you talking about?
I ordered winter coats.
No order, no cash!
And no goods.
Grab that, son!
We're out of here!
Fucking Arab!
I knew that's what would happen!
- Got a smoke?
- Hang on.
The last one. ut take it.
Take it!
I'll buy some in a minute.
Right. Smokes.
Good morning!
Those red ones, please, but lights, O?
Have you got any crosswords? Yup.
That as well...
TRAITOR!
And that newspaper too, O?
What's up?
I haven't got my glasses.
ut... What's it about?
In 1981, the Internal Security Service
had an informer
in the New oleslaw mine.
Thanks to him, the communist
authorities were kept fully informed
about the opposition's
activities in Silesia.
Our reporters picked up the agent's trail
and their discovery is staggering!
The person known by the pseudonym
'the Mole' was none other than...
the very same man who...
stood at the head of the striking miners.
The traitor who defiles the very memory
of the martyred victims of New oleslaw
- is Zygmunt owal, the former miner...
- Sons of bitches!
Motherfucking cunts!
It's a lie!
I never collaborated
with the Security Service! Never!
Even in the slammer the slime
never got anything out of me. Get it?
It's their revenge!
They're slinging mud at me
like they've already slung it at others!
Motherfucking...
- ut why?
- Fucking throw it out the window now!
- Open up!
- You know what they've been saying?
- Open up!
- ut they're already there...
- They're waiting for you...
- What?
- Fuck!
- Come on, I'll drive!
- What?
- Hand over the wheel!
Daddy!
She had to phone now!
- Pawel!
- I can't talk now!
I'm in Katowice. We're watching
television. What's going on?
Stay at your mother's.
That'll be best. I'll phone later.
Oh, my!
Hello, Granny.
- How're you feeling?
- Fine, thank you...
- Really?
- Fine
They were here a little while ago,
but they've gone now.
Who?
The boys from the town.
They brought the manure and left.
Ah, that's good, that's good.
And you, Ziggie? How're you?
Granny, I'm Pawel.
Your grandson.
Zygmunt's just coming. See?
Damn it.
Lucek still hasn't fixed that toilet.
The Complete Slob.
Is he from the town, too?
Granny...
It's me, mum, your son, Zygmunt.
ut I know you're my little Ziggie!
Well, what do you know!
When they finally turn up,
it's just in time for the pig slaughter!
Someone been keeping you informed,
or what?
Two hundred living, breathing,
kilos, the bastard!
Damn it...
- there's none left!
- It doesn't matter, Lucek. Really...
I'll go round to Wiesiek.
He owes me a bottle!
I said, that's enough...
And the boy?
Got room for another?
No, uncle. That's plenty...
Miserable bastards! This is my place!
I'll top you up if I want.
My home, my castle!
Off to Wiesiek's with you, now!
Zygmunt, turn on the television, will you?
Pawel, give me that...
He spends half his life at the neighbour's.
At least we get some peace. Tea, coffee?
No thanks.
Former miners who took part
in the tragic events of thirty years ago
- do not believe the news.
- Zygmunt, they're showing your mine.
- We weren't all behind the strike in '81.
ROERT PITE - Retired miner
We all had families, children...
We were scared, see.
But Zygmunt, now,
he had people's respect,
so much that he convinced
the whole gang.
When he said,
"I know we're taking a risk,
but we have to do it.
For our children's sake.
So that one day,
they'll live in a free country!",
well that influenced my whole life.
You see...?
I can't believe what they're saying!
"Unbelievable".
But since the story broke,
Zygmunt Kowal hasn't been seen at
his home and no one knows where he is.
More is bound to come out
the third repeat trial
in the New Boleslaw mine massacre case.
Capitan Gabarek,
a retired Security Police officer
has been summoned as a witness.
He knows every last secret
of the intelligence
service's Silesian operations.
Turn it off.
The facts only he knows
will come out in court.
Do you know him?
Where from?
Talk to the Solidarity people...
Talk to your old workmates, at least!
I mean, they don't believe it!
- They're all coming to your defence.
- No.
It's the end.
You don't know
what the reds are capable of...
What 'reds'?
There's no 'reds' any more!
And get a lawyer!
You spent two years
in the slammer, right?
Are you going to let these pricks walk
all over you for nothing?
- Make them pay. They'll learn!
- Do you know how much a lawyer'll cost?
Isn't there anything good on?
Not even on the satellite?
No, nothing... We're off to bed...
We have to be off early tomorrow...
What? We're leaving?
They're not telling us
what we can and can't do!
I'm going to bed. I'll deal
with those pricks when we get back.
ut dad, come on...
I know what I'm doing.
Good night, son. Sleep well.
Zygmunt.
Sit down.
Tell me...
What's happened at the mine?
Nothing, Granny...
Everything's fine.
- Shall I turn the TV on?
- Yes.
What's happened? Dad!
Are you O?
It's nothing. Everything's fine.
I just slipped...
On the sand?
I don't know...
Just sort of...
I need...
to take it easy for a moment.
Come on.
- O.
- Come on, let's sit over there.
In '81...
in July,
you were thirteen months old
and your mother...
was in hospital.
The doctors never said a word, but...
I could see she was getting worse,
day by day.
Finally, Ed Pitek told me which church
the department head went to.
I hung around after Mass.
He beat around the bush,
but eventually came out with it.
Only Warsaw could save her.
So I ask why they haven't
taken her there, right?
The hospital's request had been
rejected on account of my activities.
On account of my involvement
with Solidarity. Understand?
And then I went to those shits
in the Security Service.
They gave me the loyalty oath to sign
and everything was set up.
The next day, they took your mother
to the best hospital in Warsaw
and operated on her almost at once.
What did the loyalty oath say?
The usual. A declaration
that I wouldn't do anything
to oppose the State authorities,
the communists.
Your mother died three weeks
after the operation...
and they lost interest in me.
Then came martial law.
We went on strike
and I wound up in the slammer...
Now you know everything.
And that's where all this has come from?
I don't know. Someone must have
come across that fucking bit of paper.
And that captain on television?
- He was the one who gave it to you sign?
- I don't know.
Him or some other one.
It's all so confused.
Dad, let's try to sort it out.
People'll understand.
I promise you.
Time to go, son.
Are you feeling O? Sure?
- We clearly said 'Women's winter coats'.
- Oh no, no winter and no women.
All you said was 'coats'. And these
are coats! They're nothing but trouble!
- Never satisfied, these Polaks of yours!
- Can they get them in two days? Ask.
No way! They're not treating us like dirt!
Does that Arab think he can stitch us up?
- He's insulting me, right?
- He's just a bit disappointed...
Disappointed? You tell him mine's
the best stuff in the region.
He doesn't like it, he can fuck off!
I'm not short of customers and they're
not nearly such pains in the ass!
Will you have women's winter coats
in two days' time? Yes or no?
I don't know myself now...
These Polaks of yours piss me off.
Pissing Polaks?
- I'll kill the fucker!
- What's eating him?
- Calm down!
- He said "Pissing Polak"!
You think I didn't understand,
you fucking Arab faggot!
- Fucking skunk!
- Cool it. What came over you?
You want them to treat us like shit?
I've got my honour. I'd rather die...
- No, no way...
- Stop it.
You'll have the whole neighbourhood
after us in a minute!
- I'm not going to let myself be insulted!
- Get in the van.
I'll drive. Give me the keys!
- The scandal's getting him down, right?
- What scandal?
We know all about it. We've got Internet
and satellite TV at home.
We won't discuss there, O?
See you in a minute.
At last!
We were stuck in the traffic.
You look wonderful!
- Your dad's really wound up...
- Same old...
- Hi.
- Hi-ye.
- Hi.
- Hi-ye
It's 'Hi'.
- Zygmunt!
- Hi, Tadek, hello.
How come you're so pale!
een on a diet? Tired?
Hi.
I haven't been myself lately.
From Jola. They slaughtered a pig.
Thank you!
Tadeusz, I don't think
I'll come this evening.
Don't talk nonsense!
We'll have a decent beer and...
Really...
...you'll be back
on your feet in no time!
Natalia, bring us a new bottle!
Hi Pawel!
Hi Uncle!
I've invited three bands,
four choirs, a singer...
there'll be competitions, raffles...
and the first prize is a week
in Zakopane. Not bad, eh?
A- sso-ci-a-tion...
A- sso-ci-a-tion.
A- sso-ci-a-tion of Poles
in the region of Nord-Pas-
Pas!
- Pas-de-Ca-lais.
- Pas-de-Ca-lais.
Pas-de-Ca-lais.
You've got it in Polish
on the other side, see!
We'll wet our whistles,
fellas, and we'll be gone.
Dad...
- Natalia, Jan, it's time, we're off!
- O, I'll just do my hair.
O.
- Pas-de-Ca-lais.
- Hang on.
- Let's get a family photo.
- Oh, that's a good idea!
We'll take a photo!
Come here!
And over to uncle!
Ready!
Say 'Cheese'!
One, two,
three!
- Got it?
- Got it!
I'm heading off to Poland
As the uncle come from France
I'm heading off to Poland
And no one there will know me.
Meet Johnny and be saying
'Ca va' instead of 'Howdee',
Ca va Davy? Ca va Ricks?
Ca va Johnny? So, how's tricks?
hough they won't know
what the words are,
hey'll shake my hand and say "Ca va".
And a big round of applause
for the "Muzykants"!
Give them all you've got!
Now I'd like to hand over
to the chairman of our Association.
Tadeusz owal!
If you please!
Merci, merci!
Thank you.
Dear friends...
I am very happy to see you all here,
so many of you, gathered together
in our beautiful culture centre.
Your presence here
demonstrates once again
that preserving the bonds with
the traditions of our beloved Poland
is of enormous importance.
I promised you a small surprise
and you all know
that I always keep my word.
This evening,
one of freedom's heroes is with us,
someone who fought
against the communist oppression
of the 1980s.
I don't think you've forgotten that,
have you?
No!
My friends, allow me...
my cousin, my brother, Zygmunt owal!
Thank you.
On his behalf, thank you.
Some of you here today will remember
Zygmunt's fight under Solidarity.
When he was imprisoned,
we organised a support committee
in order to help him.
And it is to those people
that I turn today.
ecause they should know,
if they don't already,
that, in Poland, for the past few days,
Zygmunt has been the victim
of an abominable smear campaign.
Yes.
He is the victim
of an abominable smear campaign.
The people who are doing
this mudslinging today
are well known to you all.
Yes, the very same people who,
yesterday, did everything
in their power to break his courage.
Yes, it's true that they are
no longer in power.
ut in reality, and, crucially,
working in secret,
they still control the country.
Our Poland!
ut we shall not permit them to do so!
Zygmunt, we are with you.
Wholeheartedly.
In solidarity with you.
Poland has not yet succumbed,
As long as we remain.
What the foe by force has seized,
Sword in hand, we'll gain.
March! March! Dbrowski!
From Italy to Poland,
Under your command,
We shall reach our land.
Listen.
I wanted to say that until the situation
in Poland's cleared up,
it'd be better for you to stay with me.
- Everything O?
- Yes. Everything's fine.
Why?
Zygmunt'll be safer here.
We'll give you a room upstairs.
You'll be able to come
and go as you please.
Thank you.
Dad has to go back to Poland.
He has to defend himself.
That's nonsense!
The reds want their revenge.
And until they've dealt with your father,
they'll do anything to destroy him.
Uncle! What 'reds'? What 'reds'?
Martial law was thirty years ago!
And you really know so much about that...
You were pissing in your Pampers
when we were on strike.
He's right. You're young,
naive, don't understand a thing.
I don't understand a thing?
Me? I live in Poland.
I know that country better than you do!
So just please don't talk
such nonsense to me!
Day in and day out, it's these 'reds'!
'Them'! You see them under every bed!
I've just about had your paranoia
up to here!
- Your Poland doesn't exist any more.
- Stop it!
You need to look ahead
and not backwards all the time!
Listen, sonny boy.
In 1980, just before you were born,
I told you father to come here for good.
ecause I had a strong feeling that
it might end badly.
He said exactly the same thing to me
then that you've just said.
"Poland needs us. We have to fight".
That was his choice. And I respected it.
ut today, I'll say this again.
If he'd listened to me then,
there'd be no problems now.
And your mother would be here
and celebrating with us!
What's come over you?
He wants to help me. And you...
He hasn't got a clue
what life's like in Poland.
...you offend him. y what right?
- And when was he last in Poland, eh?
I remember. I was in primary school.
How long did he stay? A week, right?
He's Polish,
just the same as you and me...
- Just kind of very Frenchified!
- Settle down.
Go and apologise.
No.
I don't want to stay here now.
Let's go back.
- No.
- What do you mean, no?
That's my business.
Mine too.
That's why I want to go back.
Come on, dad, let's go.
I'll drive!
I want to stay.
So give me the documents.
Come on, give me them.
And the keys.
ye.
Daddy!
Hi, darling, hi.
Hiiii!
Where are you, the pair of you?
Near erlin...
hey said on the television
that the roads are an ice rink.
Sure. We'll be careful.
Your voice sounds strange.
I was asleep.
Is dad holding up OK?
Not too tired?
No, everything's fine.
ell him we've got the date
of the nex+t hearing now.
he hearing with
that ex+- Security Service officer.
- Really? When?
- Next Wednesday.
It'd be a good thing
if the three of us went.
We need to show them
that we're not afraid.
Yes. Yes, you're right.
That ex-Security officer's
incredibly slippery.
Apparantly he ran some kind
of dodgy business in the 1990s,
but nobody's ever been able to prove
anything against him.
Dad hasn't done anything
to deserve all this.
Eva...
Yes?
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Take care.
And kiss dad for me.
- I will.
- Bye bye.
Hi.
- Hi Rysiek.
- Where's Zygmunt.
He stayed in France.
Shit!
- Are the jackals still here?
- Take it easy. They left in the end!
ut not all of them.
I've noticed this Land Rover.
It started showing up a while back.
A Land Rover?
Yes, black, with tinted windows.
Probably a photographer.
What can we do?
That's life as a star.
If he gets to be too much
of a pain in the ass, give us a nod.
We'll send Miss Rose to see to him!
Won't we, Rosie?
- ye Rysiek.
- ye. ye.
SOLIDARITY
UNION CARD
STRIE
CONGRESS
Eva?
Look who's here.
Daddy!
Careful, he's only just finished eating.
Good evening, Mum.
Hello!
So, I'll make some tea.
Look what I've got.
And what's this?
- A digger.
- A digger!
Tommy, here comes the car! See!
- Has he been good?
- Yes!
He's always good when he's with me.
Why have you brought those cups?
They might get broken.
Mum!
How was the trip?
It was really rough this time.
Round Essen, it was raining so hard that
the trucks were skidding all over the place.
I hit the hard shoulder.
Thought I'd just let rip...
Everyone here's talking about your father.
Why is he keeping quiet?
People think it's odd.
My father's silent because
he's in a state of shock.
Until the whole thing's sorted out,
he's staying in France.
With his family.
It's better that way.
In that case, I shall pray for him.
- Come on, treasure.
- What?
Let's go.
No!
rilliant.
Now the people who had their doubts
won't have them any more.
After all, if he wasn't guilty,
he wouldn't have run away abroad.
Tadeusz talked him into it.
O.
O, I understand. He panicked...
ut Pawel, you lied to me.
I'm sorry...
Is there anything else I should know?
No.
- Good morning, Roman!
- Good morning!
- What are you here for?
- We're delivering your order!
Did I place an order? I'm cancelling.
I don't do business with commies.
- Tell that to your old man.
- What right have you got to say that?
- His father was an agent.
- That's just a rumour!
My brother worked with Zygmunt
down the mine, so I know.
ecause he gabbed to me that
it was Zygmunt who started it!
There's a whole security police cordon
and he takes them on with a brick?
None of our boys wanted a fight.
They just wanted to yell slogans!
They'd have got the shit beaten out of
them. ut there'd have been no corpses!
Only Daddy had to fucking
give things a shove...
- Stop it!
- No, I won't!
ecause when I think of your dad...
He must be turning in his grave,
seeing who you're with!
- My father wasn't an agent, got it?
- Pawel, calm down.
Clear off!
I don't want to see you here!
Come on, dad!
It's starting again.
What?
Nothing.
What?
Remember Zuza?
The one who went to London?
Yes.
She wrote and told me that her boss
is opening a new seaside hotel.
And he's looking for people
Clean the rits' crappers?
No way, no thanks.
Straight off you think 'clean the toilets'.
No, it's supposed to be a luxury joint.
Well-being, water workouts, you know...
Zuza said to send her a CV, because
they're looking for instructors.
We'd go for a year.
We'd finally be able to put something by.
And your mother?
What'd she do without you?
I've already talked to her about it.
She's for it!
Always ready to make a sacrifice.
She's perfectly well aware how much
we'd make there. She's a realist!
And your degree? Your designs?
Look who's talking.
I didn't have any choice.
What'd we live on without
the second-hand rag trade?
On your love of sport, Pawel!
You always had the talent.
You'd have found work with no trouble.
Is it suddenly bothering you
that we live with dad?
Not at all.
I love him like my own father.
You never wanted to go before.
If we don't leave Poland, Pawel,
we'll never have a place to call our own.
So, in fact, living under one roof
with my father is a problem, right?
Give me a break.
Answer me!
Why?
- Pawel, come on, he's not even here.
- ut he'll be back.
We'll see.
I'm telling you, he'll be back.
You're starting to believe those sons-of-
bitches. That's what this is about.
You've never spoken
to me like that before.
You believe that shit, right?
I'll stay at Mum's
for a few days with Tomek.
I don't want him to see us quarrelling.
To me, Pawel, to me!
Are you fucked up, or what?
Well?
I've found you wheels to die for, man.
Make up your mind!
How much?
2.4cc, TDI, 2005...
How much?
- Thirty-five grand.
- Forget it.
- You can pay in two instalments.
- Forget it.
Don't worry about it, man.
What are you talking about?
It's just politics.
Shit from start to finish.
I'd like to have seen them back then,
this lot who're wagging
the moral finger now.
I'll bet they weren't any better.
If you're living in a free country,
it's thanks to people like my father.
- Do you get it?
- O, I understand, chill.
And believe me,
I don't give a fuck about politics!
NEW OLESLAW MINE
Who did you want to see?
I'm here for a meeting
with the head of Solidarity.
- Name?
- owal. Pawel owal.
THE FALLEN - DECEMER 1981
Pawel?
Good morning.
Hi.
I don't have long. Come on.
- What's the matter?
- I thought you might be able to help me.
- I want to go to the official archives.
- Excuse me. Yes.
No, in 10 minutes, please.
Yes. Goodbye.
I want to go see if there's a file
on my father in the official archives...
There was one on every opposition activist.
And your father, he was a leader, right?
Right. I want to check out
what's on that file.
Hasn't he done that yet?
To tell you the truth...
he panicked a bit.
He's afraid that there's
a conspiracy and everything.
I'd rather take a look myself.
I can't help you.
Only Zygmunt can see his file.
I wanted to phone him about it,
get him to take action immediately,
but he didn't answer the phone.
What's going on?
Well, we had a bit of a argument
recently and...
What do you think
about the whole thing?
I'd rather it turned out not to be true...
It would be...
a real kick in the teeth for everyone...
The union members, that is.
Look out, here she comes!
Ms Zalewska!
Do you hope we'll finally learn
the truth about Mr owal's past?
- Do you know where he's hiding?
- When's he going to speak out?
As the daughter
of a New oleslaw mine victim,
did you know you were
marrying an agent's son?
Ms Zalewska!
I call the witness, Stefan Garbarek.
Make way, please, stand back, please.
You bastard!
- Fucking communist shit!
- Wanker!
Your Honour...
I have prepared my testimon
and would like to read it now.
The witness has requested consent
to read his statement
and the Court grants him that consent.
In 1980, I was an official holding the rank
of lieutenant in the Third Division
of the Internal Security Service
in Silesia.
Following the birth
of the Solidarity Trade Union,
we were given
the task of preventing the development
of a democratic opposition in atowice.
Thus, in September 1980,
we received an order
to insert our people
into the union's governing body
and, by the same token,
to destabilise it from within.
I was able to establish a network of
informers at the New oleslaw mine;
however, they peformed no functions of
resposibility within the union
and thus their usefulness left
a great deal to be desired.
In a report compiled in October 1981,
I requested consent to employ
extraordinary means.
To no avail.
As opposed to other mines,
the New oleslaw
was not deemed by my superiors
to be a potential flashpoint.
Erroneously, of course,
since shortly after
the introduction of martial law,
it was in that very place that the strike
proved most difficult to pacify.
Today, I am convinced that,
had my request received
a favourable hearing,
we would have known of the strike
committee's decisions
and it may have been possible
to avoid the tragedy.
There'd have been even more bodies!
Does your statement imply
that at no time did you
have an informer among
the Solidarity leaders in the mine?
Yes.
I rapidly came to realise that the
Solidarity acitivists were intractable...
Too right.
And that I required additional means
in order to...
induce them to cooperate.
Does the witness therefore
refute the statement made by
Corporal Morawiec,
according to which,
the Internal Security Service
had an informer on the strike committee?
No Security Service police officer,
not even one in a special platoon,
was authorised to hold such information.
It's nonsense.
I will remind you that,
if false testimony is given,
the witness faces
a charge of criminal responsibility.
I would thus advise the witness
to reflect carefully
before answering the following question.
Did the witness' division control
an informer at the New oleslaw mine
who went by the pseudonym of
'the Mole'?
I categorically declare
that 'the Mole' never existed.
Thank you.
The Court will recess.
The hearing will resume in 20 minutes.
Jan? You called me...
Yes...
Jesus! When?
And where is he now?
I know... Yes, yes, I know...
O. Got it. Thanks.
- Dad's had a heart attack.
- Oh, God!
They're operating now, or something...
Come on!
How do you feel
after that astonishing hearing?
Excuse me.
It's that building. The first floor.
Will you be all right?
O.
- I'll be here at 7.00.
- Thanks. Take care.
Pawel?
All right.
Hi.
- My son, Pawel.
- Good afternoon.
Djibril. Nice to meet you.
Same time tomorrow. O?
O, Djibril, till tomorrow.
He's got a Polish wife.
We've made friends. How about that?
How're you feeling, son?
I've got a cold.
- How about you?
- Frog in my throat!
It's good to see you.
You've surprised me
with the taxi driver thing.
Yeah.
Listen... could you lend me
a bit of money?
A bit of the lump sum
you've got left from the mine.
- What do you need it for?
- I'd buy a newer car.
You know...
At the bank, they recommended me
to invest it some...
What do they call them?
- In some funds?
- In investment funds.
You know. They tie up the money
for a few years.
I don't remember how many,
but anyway,
I can't touch it yet.
Well, that's fine, because
it'll be money for the little fella...
That's what I thought.
You never said...
Sell the van,
or take out a small loan.
Only a small one, mind.
- Don't get in over your head.
- O. No problem.
And buy the little fella some chocolate.
My daughter.
Don't cry.
When I really die, then you can cry.
- Come in.
- Good afternoon.
- And how are you? Very tired?
- No.
On a plane, a man doesn't even know
he's travelling. And where's Tommy?
- Asleep. Shall I wake him?
- No.
Come into the sitting room.
Welcome home!
Say something!
My dear friends, it's really wonderful
to see you all here.
The problem...
and it's quite a problem...
is... that I'm dying for a piss!
Wow!
You're wonderful!
There's champagne. It's chilling.
ut don't give dad any,
he doesn't drink any more.
- Just a token drop...
- I said, no.
Hang on.
- Take the salad, as well.
- O.
Just don't give dad any.
Would you cut it?
- How're the exams?
- So-so.
If I fail, there's always next year.
You mean we're not going?
You only just got back.
I'm proud of you.
We were always with you.
Thank you.
Hello, Zigga.
Hello, old chap.
It's good to see you at home.
You're looking very well now.
Hello.
Hello, sit down, sit down.
Took me by surprise.
Just remember what I said.
Your attention please!
Zygmunt, you know that we like you.
Well, and so that's why we wanted
to give you a present.
ut we didn't really know
what to choose.
A cruise to Thailand,
or a sanatorium in our own
beautiful country.
In the end,
the sanatorium won by a nose!
Here you are.
Get well soon!
Thank you very much.
Really, thank you all very much.
Darlings...
It's time we went to bed, Tommy.
- What?
- He doesn't want to go to bed.
- Shall we going to bed?
- No.
ut you're tired, darling.
No.
ut you have to.
- Are you going to bed?
- No. With Mummy!
With Mummy? So come on, Mummy.
You're going with Mummy, right?
I'll put him to bed.
Are you going to let Mummy
put you to bed?
Come on, look,
beddie-byes is waiting for you.
Come on.
You haven't been smoking, have you?
I'm resisting, but it's not easy.
The worst thing is that
I can't concentrate.
I can't even manage to do a crossword.
It's like my brain's only firing on two
cylinders.
Don't worry, they'll fix you up
at the sanatorium.
Please God!
Listen, you remember in court,
that Security bloke, that...
Garbarek,
said that nobody in his service knew you?
Right...
ut on that beach...
you told me...
about the oath of loyalty you signed.
Yes.
Well, and...
What "Well, and... ".
I don't know.
That's exactly what I said to you.
See?
I'm muddled up good and proper.
None of the pieces fit in my head.
Understand?
You told me about the loyalty thing
before you went to hospital.
He went out like a light.
When you came in just now,
you looked so like your father.
Something about your eyes.
The same look.
It was if I'd suddenly seen him.
This whole thing's sure to have hurt you.
It's so...
unfair, what they did to us.
Don't worry, Dad.
It's all in the past now.
Eva...
If anyone was ever to say to you that...
Nothing, nothing...
I have to go to bed.
- Can I help you?
- No, no...
I can manage.
- Good night.
- Good night, dad.
Good night.
Here he is.
- Hi.
- Wiesiu, meet Pawel.
- Tom.
- Tommy.
Hi, kiddo.
- Didn't I tell you? Nice ride, eh?
- Yup.
I'll show you what she can do for you
in a minute.
- What do you think, Tommy? Like it?
- Yes.
Great. Shall we buy it?
That's the full amount,
minus the deposit. 31,500.
And I've added that we'll
confirm the sale in two weeks.
You sure that's long enough?
Yes. I've got a buyer for the van.
It's a matter of a couple of days.
- Apparantly you're going to be joining us?
- If my son lets me. Well, Tommy.
- Can I drive?
- No!
Well?
Well?!
Out with it!
I'm an M.A.!
Who's that?
Pawel!
I'm looking for your father.
He's at a sanatorium.
Sweet.
You were just like him
when you were little.
What do you want with my father?
When's he coming back?
That's not your concern.
Tell your father that I have to have
the third instalment immediately.
I'm counting on him.
ecause there'll be problems
with his file again.
And if your wife, finds out, then...
What do we need that for?
Who was that?
Rysiek.
- I have to help him out, darlings. O?
- ut hurry back.
What file?
UNDERTAING TO COLLAORATE WITH
THE INTERNAL SECURITY SERVICE
Recognise your dad's signature?
Get in.
He was my best agent,
even when he was in prison.
I've got his entire file.
Everything he gave us
over the course of 10 years.
That's a lie.
You said it yourself at the trial.
Yes, because in '89, I promised him
that I wouldn't turn him in
and that I'd destroy all his papers.
Yes? So what's this, then?
I had to cover my ass.
Those right-wing pansies who're in power
now took my pension away.
I served Poland for thirty years
and at any moment it might turn out
that I've got nothing to live on.
Your father has to help me.
I understand that he couldn't give me
the whole sum at once, but now...
If you disclose the file,
you'll have to answer the charge
of giving false evidience.
You're a bit naive, aren't you?
Like your father.
My name doesn't figure in the file.
I simply don't exist.
How much?
He still owes me 20,000.
I want the whole file.
The complete set of documents.
All the originals.
Drive.
What?
Get behind the wheel.
- And the file?
- Get going.
Where to?
First of all to your bank.
Lock it and give me the key.
Come on.
It's there.
He loved you both very much.
After your mother died,
he went wild with despair.
I was very sorry. Really.
ut he said it was my fault.
And that he wasn't going to
collaborate any more.
So what was I supposed to do?
I came up with the idea of an orphanage.
Well, that was a con, of course,
because the judge would never
have taken you from him.
ut he panicked.
And came back to me.
There were no more problems after that.
So you see.
You, too, played a part in the story.
That's how it goes.
And those?
They don't concern the two of you.
THE MOLE
Remember...
Don't be too hasty to judge your father.
You'd have behaved exactly the same.
Me too, perhaps.
That's what the times were like, son.
Tell your father...
to give me a call.
And why should he phone?
You don't understand anything.
The ties that bind us are tight ones.
After all, one can't simply erase
thirty years of one's life.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
What the hell...?
Daddy!
- Pretty please.
- No.
- Come on, Tommy, please.
- No, no, no.
A bit of sandwich, then.
Pawel, hurry up.
Where's that Daddy?
Daddy!
Here he is!
Where were you for so long yesterday?
Out for a beer?
Try and give him a bit of that yoghurt.
And yogo-yogo?
No!
Oh, Jesus.
Yes, daddy!
The clouds of autumn,
wind-driven, wind-swirled,
To far-off places, the far-off world,
The trees of green
that shaded me and you,
Are turned by time to a golden hue.
Can you see grandpa?
The far-off pathways,
in summer's haze,
Where once I wandered,
through sunny days,
Hello, cherub.
And flowers greeting both me and you,
And Pawel?
Are turned by time to a golden hue.