The Partisan

- Who... are you? -

You will tell me who you are.

I ask you who you are.

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How many have you killed by your hand?

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By your deed?

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Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Who are you?

Fucking tell me who you are!

Then I will tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Bednarsky. Took cyanide as I entered his apartment.

And I'm here why?

He's an English citizen, apparently.

What's our friend from the Gestapo doing here?

Mm, we're all friends in Budapest.

Hm.

Why presume he's English?

The girl told us.

Who is she?

Who are you?

I'm a whore.

And I'm still owed 20 pengo.

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Stop. Stop.

-The bitch has TB. -

Get her out of here. Now.

Nice trick, Krystyna.

Nearly bit my tongue off.

But we're still confirmed, yes? Our deal?

Get in.

You know, most of Poland are dying to leave,

and you're desperate to get back in. Just give me one reason.

Because I love my country.

Ah. The stock answer for every lunatic volunteer we reject.

Is that your father's Catholic guilt talking,

or your mother's Jewish stubbornness?

Either way, it's still the wrong reason.

Then you tell me the right one.

You know this is all a game, and you still want to play it.

Give me false papers, and I'll be back in a week as planned.

Mm.

You get your mother what's in it for us.

I'll do what Bednarski can't, now he's dead on that trolley.

Take the Poles your communique and bring back their microfilm.

Did you care for Bednarski?

No.

Did you?

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Hey, stupid lady. Hide! It's still curfew.

-Gus, come. -Wait.

I've come about the photography job.

From London.

Any trouble?

I didn't think you would make it.

You have delivered a diversion,

disinformation for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not to trust anybody.

And you'll go far.

Microfilm. Huh.

Make sure it gets back to London.

We don't have the luxury of wasting volunteers

on diversions here in Warsaw.

Is there something else?

I need help. Personal matter.

-False papers for my mother. -Oh.

Find another fool.

I don't need any more names they can torture out of me

before they bury me in a pit.

Maman.

Maman.

"I was a good girl all week.

Mama was so pleased.

It made me happy too.

The priest said I was a devil.

My mother said deep down I was good.

I will bite.

I will claw.

I will rise.

I... will... soar.

I was wicked again.

Some woman locked me in a dark place

and told me her fairy tale.

Once upon a time,

a kind woman rescued her little bird

from hunters,

but she knew its only chance of survival

lay with being thanked."

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Krystyna?

What are you doing here?

I was evicted from my place,

but it wasn't safe here for your mother.

Where did she go?

I've seen her at some old church.

The one on Wowska.

I think... she's found Jesus.

Krystyna...

you're scaring me.

Good.

I'm going to find my mother.

You're coming back, yes?

We all fell for you, you know?

All the boys in our class.

And all the girls too.

It wasn't me.

It was just the thrill of being led astray.

I have to go.

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- Who are you? -

Hide! They are taking over the building.

-Who is? -Germans.

What's she doing here?

I-I-I run the cleaning crew.

I came to have a look at the place.

There is a lot of work to do.

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And who are you?

Nobody.

I-I got here as soon as I heard you were coming.

What exactly did you hear?

That I should be afraid.

And... are you?

Yes.

It's me with my mother and father.

They died soon after...

I want this building spotless. It stinks of vermin.

Yes.

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Stop!

- Krystyna run! -

Get back here!

Raus!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there is a reaction.

Today you killed a representative of the Reich.

This betrayal of our paternal love cannot go unpunished.

Raus! Raus, schnell!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there is a reaction.

Hi, little bear.

I came to save you.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have the route.

Together we can make it.