Samson

SAMSON

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A spring day.

"Later, he thought of it..."

...as the first quirk in his fate...

"...which he was steadily..."

"...and inconceivably, walking towards."

It's a pity that your father never lived to see this day.

Your first lecture.

"Goodbye, mom."

Goodbye.

"Mister, it's not really my business but you might as well go home now."

What's that procession all about?

I want to go with them.

There will be a rally soon, but not for your kind. You'd better go.

"All right, all right."

He did not know that hatred was growing intensely in those days.

He did not feel its dark touch.

He arrived equipped with school knowledge of human brotherhood.

He didn't think he was any different from the others.

"So far, he had no friends, ..."

...but maybe he would have one someday.

"All that united them, or should have united them...

...the books they read...

...their heroes' names...

...the land where they were born.

He waited to hear their first words to him.

Beat the Jew!

Don't you know your place?

Move to the left side now!

What are you waiting for? Move it!

"Faster, faster!"

The Professor's coming!

Don't go this way. Go around.

You! Jew!

What do you want here?

A Jewish spy!

On your knees!

Beat the Jew!

He desecrated the banner!

Don't be fools. Stop it.

He killed him! He killed him!

That's not true!

I didn't want to kill him!

"Cell 25, can you hear me?"

"Yes, who is it?"

Political prisoner. 12 years.

"Tell me how long, and why."

Murder. 10 years.

Jealousy? Revenge?

No.

Robbery?

No.

Where and when?

"Here, in Warsaw."

On the Polytechnics campus.

I killed a student with a rock.

I've heard of you.

"You must appeal, understand?"

Why? I killed him.

It was self-defense. There were witnesses.

They were barred from testifying.

Tell me how it happened?

I can't figure out how it was my fault.

Shake it off.

The same rock would have killed you.

The murderer would've been found not guilty.

They needed a scapegoat.

A Jewish killer.

Use your brains!

If I had had a handful of sand instead of that rock...

What? I can't hear you.

Move closer to the bars.

You can't give up.

Listen...

You have to defend yourself.

Against what?

Look out The guard!

Good day.

My name is Jozef Malina...

...and this is my apartment.

I began to miss it at the hospital.

There are worse places in the world.

"You're a first timer, aren't you?"

Do you know how to weave baskets?

It's the best job around...

...not very ambitious but no disappointments.

"It's that communist, Pankrat."

He knows I'm back from the hospital.

They want to break him...

...but he's a man of iron.

Although I'm not sure whether...

...people should be made of iron.

This is Pankrat. Do you hear me?

I hear you.

"Tomorrow night, all hell will break loose."

What does that mean?

You'll see.

What should I do?

Follow the others.

How will I know?

You'll hear them.

We're counting on you.

I'll be waiting.

"Look out, the spotlight!"

Do you have anyone besides your mother?

No one.

I have a son.

He had tuberculosis of the bones.

They can treat that only in Switzerland.

I stole enough to pay for the treatments...

...and they cured him.

I think that makes me a good father...

...but not a good cashier.

"Last time, mother asked me to be strong..."

"...and right after, to take care of myself."

My son is also an only child.

I told her they take care of us here.

Drop it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

You chicken-shit!

Pankrat!

I have to tell you something.

Speak up.

I know why you're keeping quiet.

"Listen, let me explain."

I couldn't do it.

You have to believe me.

"I'm not a chicken-shit, Pankrat!"

"Mr. Malina, it's time."

"It wasn't so bad here, was it?"

You get used to it.

"Come on, hurry up, or else I'll lock you up for another three years.

"What's that? Oh yes, you get used to it."

"Mr. Malina, I don't have time. It's already past twelve."

"Mr. Malina, I just saw my mother."

I'm leaving. I was waiting to say goodbye.

Mr. Malina!

"Coming, coming."

Remember my address.

"65 Mokotowska Street, apartment 34."

Will you come to see me?

Will you?

Yes.

Freedom did not look as he had imagined it during his prison days...

...when he thought of it constantly.

It greeted him with the arid heat of war and crowds of fleeing refugees.

He recognized familiar faces...

...from some of the other cells...

...but the man he talked to had supposedly been taken away at night.

"His invisible friend was moved to a dark cell, but he managed..."

...to sneak out a message which cleared Jakub of cowardice.

"Soon, the resistance will fall silent and the weapons will fall to the ground.

The memories from his prison years...

...will include faces and voices...

"...someone's address, the humid chill coming from the walls, and tapping."

All of it will come back to him...

...and there will be a time when those recollections will be his only hope.

"It is still day, and the air is filled with smoke."

The defeat happened in full daylight...

...but darkness is slowly falling over the earth.

Everyone will go their own way...

...to find their next of kin and tell them...

...Here I am! I'm back!

"In the center of the city, there is a new..."

"...sealed off district, established for people..."

...doomed to death for the crime of existence.

Special laws will prevail there...

...and pleas for mercy will not be heard.

"In this crowd, stars on armbands foretell everyone's future."

He has changed a little since those days...

...but if you look deep into his mind...

...you'll still find some of the lessons...

...that his mother taught him long ago.

One such lesson was to bury the dead.

That responsibility falls on all survivors...

...and is done for peace of conscience.

Mom.

Mom?

"What's wrong, mom?"

Mom!

She fainted. I ran to get her water...

...but she must have died. I'm his cousin.

"I did all I could, but how else could I help?"

You! Come here.

Help me get over the wall.

You've already buried her there's no more you can do for her.

Come on.

Come with me. You have no one left.

"This is life, man. Come."

I'll help you out here.

Gienio! My God!

"My God, you've come!"

"Wieska, it's closing time."

Who is he?