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<i>It's 7:12 A.M.</i>
I died...
...4 days ago.
Like every morning I was in my car,
waiting for Ula and Jacek.
The engine was warming up.
The radio announced a low pressure system.
I suddenly panicked in anticipation of chest pain.
But I felt no pain, just fear.
I took a deep breath.
And that was that.
I thought about my melons planted on the balcony.
Ula and Jacek came out, his backpack half open.
As she approached the car, I started to drift away.
She tried and failed to open the car door.
I watched as if from above,
surprised at the bird's eye view
from my driver's seat.
It felt comfortable and peaceful.
And very quiet.
Although... Ula shouted, I believe.
I got no headache after the first cigarette.
I didn't feel the heavy load
made by keys in my pocket.
It crossed my mind
that if I wanted to I could come back -
get up, drive Jacek to school...
But I liked it better this way.
I watched them dress me and close the coffin.
Jacek must have finally realized what had happened,
for he started to cry. It was cold.
But Jacek wouldn't put his hands in his pockets.
I went back home. Nobody there yet.
Darek's file was sitting on my desk.
Pity I won't be with him in court.
I didn't see Ula and Jacek until they got back from the funeral.
They fell asleep on Jacek's narrow bed.
It had taken a long time for Jacek to comfort her.
The cold woke Ula up. She moved to her bed.
- Hello? - Hi, Ula. Tom speaking.
- Tom? - I'm in Warsaw. Just landed.
- Landed? Where? - Warsaw airport.
- Is Antek around? - Not anymore.
At 7:30? Don't tell me you're divorced!
- Your alarm? - Yes.
You see? I knew when to a call.
Antek is dead.
He was buried yesterday. Please call back later.
Don't talk about it with school friends.
I won't.
I'll be back right after classes.
I'll see you at home.
Mom.
Mom!
A phone call.
- Hello? - Good morning.
- Mrs. Zyro? - Yes.
I must see you about my husband.
Do you hear me?
- Who are you? - Darek's wife.
Your husband defended mine. You must have heard.
- Stop me. - It's a political case.
I need to see you urgently.
Why don't you call
his law office?
I'm not a lawyer.
I'll turn over your husband's file.
- It's about the file... - No, it's about biology.
The teacher said...
- There's someone else on the line. - You have it?
Hello!
Mom! Bye!
Bye, Jacek.
- You're here to see me? - I called this morning.
Wake up, Sylwia!
- I took some milk. - Please come in.
What can I do for you?
- I need the file. - What file?
My husband's.
I can't give it to you.
Why won't you help me?
His new lawyer will need it.
I'm sorry.
Don't you know that files disappear?
You won't even notice when and how.
You don't care, do you?
Let's go, Sylwia!
Just a moment.
Political, you said.
That's right.
I shouldn't, but... If the file is here,
I'll let you have a look.
Can I give her some soda or a toy?
No, thanks. She likes to listen in.
- Nothing here. - What are you after?
Hard to say. Nothing here.
- What was it about? - A strike.
He called one.
Who'll take care of it now?
Someone like your husband?
I can't think of anybody.
Wait! Antek practised with a good old lawyer.
- Maybe him? - Old?
Yes. He came to the funeral.
Mr. Labrador.
Perhaps.
Let's see if he's listed.
Try Section 4, they should tell you.
It's good to know the name of the judge.
Thanks. I'll see you.
Sorry I kept you waiting.
- What's the problem? - Mr. Zyro's widow says
you've helped many people and could help me
- if you wanted to. - Those were different cases.
My last political case was back in 1952.
Death sentence.
No politics ever since.
Just crimes, major and petty.
- Sir! - What's up?
Zaleska won't testify.
Why not?
She's abroad.
Rush over to the jail. Don't let him answer any questions.
Take a taxi, it's on me.
Large-scale contraband. I can handle that.
But nothing political.
- No longer. - You've heard about it?
Tricky and difficult.
A tough decision for an old man like me.
Our times call for tough decisions.
I know full well what times we're in.
What do we do?..
You have the time?
1:15.
Shit! My watch...
Stopped. It's a gift.
From Antek Zyro.
When he finished his internship.
Let me sleep on it.
Call me tomorrow, OK?
How are you?
Out to pasture.
Seventy and goodbye.
And it was passed?
It will be. I know that for sure.
Our time is over.
- Tough luck. - Yeah.
Have you heard? No regard for the old guard.
We'll be retired as of January 1st.
That's what they say.
Why not make waves before I go?
- Some ending... - Pardon me?
People go and bounce back.
No need to call me. Let's file the case.
Tomorrow at 4?
You're on the phone, Mom?
No. I forgot who I wanted to call.
- Are you looking for something? - No.
Just going through things, tidying up.
There was a phone call for you.
A funny name. Gibraltar?
- Labrador. - Yes. Asked for some file.
I know.
I'll turn off your light.
- Jacek! Good night. - Good night, Mom.
Antek.
Antek...
He was waiting in the car.
I was busy on the phone, stayed behind.
He could be mad at me for being late.
Had I come earlier...
It was beyond remedy.
But why then, at that very moment?
- You couldn't have helped. - But I'd have been there.
- Don't think about it. - What am I to think about?
You're thirty-something, have a great kid and skills.
Think ahead.
You two weren't close recently.
No. But now it turns out that we were.
Can you fathom that?
- But he's no more. - Tom...
10 years ago you were good friends.
Then and later on.
Yes. But at the time he met me...
Yes.
Did you know about...
- ...those pictures of me? - In the nude? He told me.
- Did he show them? - No.
- How did he find out? - A "friend" mailed them.
I found them yesterday. He had cut out my face.
I was a tour guide, needed money.
I'd have explained. Why didn't he tell me?
Why did he cut out my face?
- Did he handle many such cases? - Quite a few recently.
- What's this? - A message from jail.
That guy's wife was here. She probably looked for this.
Here's an opportunity to write a short note.
I'm glad you'll defend me. You're young
and you showed understanding like nobody before you
in a month. Basically, I agree with you:
I belong out there. But I wish,
like you said, to keep my dignity.
I'm gonna follow your advice:
no politicking. But I won't deny my role
in that strike because they trusted me,
even though I wasn't a Solidarity member.
I chose to strike for a reason, but like you figured,
I wanted no hassle or damage.
I'm worried about my wife and daughter.
Have Joanna keep the kid away from Father.
Greetings from me and my cell companions,
Darek.
Good, you don't want me to play a schizo.
Who could take it on?
Damn, I was away for too long.
I don't think I'd manage.
- I suggested Labrador. - He won't agree.
He has.
- What's this? - What?
A question mark. You made it?
Next to Labrador's name?
You rummaged through Father's things.
- No. When? - Yesterday or the day before.
- No. - You messed up his papers
with your red marker pen.
- No. - You're lying.
Jacek!
You know I'm not.
I need to see someone. Want to go?
No. Give me the keys. I'll take a bus.
Just a minute.
It's Mrs. Zyro. Well, guess what they took.
- Few options. - Guess.
- Samizdat. - Correct.
You had single copies?
Yes. I'd been reading one.
- Your address book? - Right again.
- Cassettes? - All I had.
- The typewriter, letters? - All those from Maciek.
- Any notes? - Just my English exercise book.
I bet you took no receipt.
No. I was scared.
Let me see what you've written.
To the District Attorney...
I request that you return the articles seized during a search.
They hate the word "search".
Write "inspection".
And why "request"? Rephrase it. Right?
- It may sound impolite. - Why be polite?
Give me a piece of paper.
- Something happened? - I... My car broke down.
Remember the list of lawyers I showed you?
Yes. It wasn't tattered.
- What else? - This mark wasn't there.
- Of course not. - Perhaps your boy...
No.
- Certainly not. - Who else then?
Antek. Antek is against Labrador.
So what happens now? No, it's nonsense.
I'll be on my way.
Wait, I'll see you off.
I can drop you off in my car.
A friend in need!
Wawelska Street, to the clinic.
- All right. - I'll get my coat.
- What clinic? - Oncology. For radiotherapy.
You were looking for something in the file.
I didn't know you. I was afraid.
There was a message for Antek and for you.
You're to keep Sylwia away from Father. Whatever that means...
- I see. - What do I tell Darek?
- I'll be back soon. - All you know.
But remember: we are fine.
No problems at home.
You got it.
Rumcajs!
Take it.
Thanks.
- Drop by sometime. - I will.
I'm worried about my wife and daughter...
Let Joanna keep the kid...
You're straining your eyes, sir.
Zyro did brainwash his client, huh?
Go home.
Care for a cup of tea?
I'll fix it.
Excuse me.
Yes, speaking.
Today? What time?
Fuck!
I'll be there.
Go.
And close the door.
It looks like you know your own mind.
- I do. - Want a better world?
- With more justice? - Yes.
You want it where?
In Poland.
What Poland? Huh?
You won't talk to me...
Perhaps I'm being too informal?
- No. - Then answer me. What Poland?
Ours. There's none other.
Precisely.
Communist Poland?
Can you imagine it being non-communist?
- Hardly. - You see?
If you wanted things to improve
and you can't imagine a different Poland,
you obviously meant communism, that's what you'll say.
Never mind what you think.
You're to stand trial. Have any previous experience?
Judges are a peculiar lot.
Many take their career seriously,
many are tired, but nobody knows better
how changeable history is.
Let's give them a chance.
- You know what I mean? - Yes.
I'm to sell out.
There's space between to sell out and not to sell out.
- Not really. - There is, if you look well.
Here the evidence is weak.
As regards the leaders, the inspiration, the preparation.
If you own up to everything, you'll be blamed for the strike.
- The crew wanted it. - But you'll get the blame,
no matter everybody wanted the same.
True. But I had the list.
- I'd been elected. - You had a sheet.
A sheet.
There's no evidence, no committee, no leader.
- True or not? - True.
Even though it's not the whole truth.
You see? I was right. There is space.
Did you take part in any demonstration before?
I did. Once.
Why only once? I think I know why.
To avoid facing up to men in uniforms,
just like the one you wore in the army.
Perhaps you even wanted to demonstrate, but you didn't.
Psychiatrists know this phenomenon.
Mr. Zyro said we wouldn't resort to that.
Antek...
He was a great man. But being 40 years older
I see things differently.
Perhaps it's the age, or I'm not so talented.
He was my apprentice. Probably better than I.
He was an artist of sorts.
He operated unconventionally
and somehow it worked.
But I grab a scalpel and make a cut.
You two connected well, didn't you?
We did.
He didn't focus on evidence,
he stayed away from politics.
He appealed to conscience
or even to emotions.
But I can't take chances. I have one mission:
to get you out of here.
Is there anything you need?
We're considering going on a hunger strike.
Why on earth?
Think to whose hands you're playing.
What would you suggest that we do instead?
Emotions are not my cup of tea.
We're in the kitchen because it's the warmest here.
I had some cake, but nothing's left.
How about some tea?
No, thanks.
- What's this? - Antek's notes
regarding Darek's case.
Can you read it?
Just single words.
"The law today..."
"The law today makes too large demands on people".
"It kills..." I don't know.
"It kills what's the most precious among people".
And here a whole sentence is underlined.
"If the law is against community, loyalty, trust,
then it's immoral."
"No government..." Wait a minute...
"No government needs a divided nation".
A question or an exclamation mark.
I could never read his handwriting.
He wouldn't be happy I'm taking this over.
He wanted this boy out of jail.
Yes. You miss him?
I do.
I miss him a lot.
What was that?
"The hour struck, the earth shook under their feet."
What?
- Want some? - No, thanks. Let's listen.
I delivered the parcel yesterday.
- What a dump. - Poor old woman.
First she wouldn't let me in, then she cried.
Has the girl recovered the things they seized?
- Justyna! Got back your stuff? - Not yet.
One of the boys stayed with her for a while,
hence the search.
But they came too late.
We also put someone up during curfew hours.
Just once. Antek didn't even introduce him.
- Then he was afraid. - Why?
- I don't know. - Joanna.
There's someone to see you. Wouldn't come in.
- You haven't met. - Hi.
- Marta Duraj. - Ula Zyro.
Are you related to a lawyer named Antek?
- I'm his wife. - I knew him
before you were born.
What's he doing?
He's dead.
For a month now.
- Cigarette? - Yes, thanks.
- You knew him? - 15 years ago, summer time.
He was still in college. Came by one night.
I shared a cabin on the beach with a girlfriend.
We were asleep.
He had only his trunks on. He'd been swimming
and his tent had been stolen.
He was wet, dripping with water.
He sat on a bed, wetting the sheets.
Then he stood, skinny and bow-legged.
- He wasn't bow-legged. - He was then.
What else?
He wanted to be a judge, enjoyed reading Camus.
Judge-penitent.
I re-read it later. Was he a judge?
An attorney. Wished to be one since childhood.
Anything else?
- Not that I recall. - Anything.
He left shortly after to attend some training.
I never saw him again.
How long were you married?
11 years.
Long.
Was it the heart?
Yes. How do you know?
I think he said he had a problem.
- All right? - All right, all right.
They've begun a hunger strike.
Labrador says he was independent-minded.
- Was he really? - Everybody would like to,
but he was indeed.
Took orders from no one.
He wrote me recently how hard it was getting.
His letters were stamped "censored".
- What's this? - A photo. Just found it.
- Does it ring a bell? - You bet!
Summer '67.
From freshmen to sophomores. Antek's so skinny!
What about the girls?
I'm not sure. I think he liked this one.
Marta, the dark-haired?
No. The blonde. Slender.
A bit like you.
We always fell for the same girls.
Including you.
It's still true about me.
I'd like you to know that...
What are you looking at?
His hands. Just like Antek's.
Have a look.
I said I would like us...
Don't finish.
Don't.
I didn't say anything.
Damn!
My car's been towed away.
Go get it back. Got enough money?
Yes. You'll wait here?
No, I'll go back home. Get going.
My husband died 36 days ago. He suddenly ceased to be.
I used to think I loved him moderately.
So-so. I didn't really give it much thought.
Home, work, some shopping.
I had a lot. I didn't realize it.
I can hardly believe that we had bad days,
that I hated him.
I didn't know I was happy.
Now I do know and can't live with that.
I can't.
I keep seeing him in my mind's eye.
Your hands made me think of his.
You wouldn't understand. It's my problem.
Have a seat.
Goodbye.
I've brought you sneakers.
For Sylwia.
I found them...
Who was it?
Father. My dad.
- Where's your girl? - With neighbors.
I can't go on like this.
In between Darek and my father.
He's bringing me articles, "eye-openers",
about people like Darek.
I can't...
Fuck all that!
I'm scared.
Of what?
Some leave the country, some die... And Darek...
He'll be doing time, all alone.
Who died?
Rumcajs. Two days ago.
I've translated Orwell.
He wanted to read it.
You couldn't care less, right?
You put your trauma before all our mishaps.
Yes. You're right.
- I did something wrong yesterday. - What?
- I was unfaithful to Antek. - But he's dead.
I keep asking myself why I did it to him.
I still remember him touching me.
I have an address here in Warsaw.
- Whose? - It's a young guy.
He helped Marta. The one you've met.
He took a load off her mind for a while.
- You want to try? - What?
To forget.
Too bad.
I want him out of jail. This hunger strike
won't help. You should persuade him
to stop it.
Let him set an example, have some soup for lunch.
I'll arrange for your visit.
Fine. But I won't tell him what to do.
Why not?
He'd kill me.
- Do you want him out? - I can't tell him that.
I'm his wife. Don't you understand?
I do, I do.
But are you sure this will impress anyone?
Certainly not those who it's supposed to.
Self-immolation and no water to put the fire out...
- We've been there. - It's pointless, really.
It'll backfire on him.
All right... I'll tell him.
You follow through with aplomb.
Somebody told me that you should see it.
Who's "somebody"?
New unions have been founded in his workplace.
- Do you know those people? - Just one.
A friend of Darek's. Grew up on the same block.
- Would you spare me a moment? - Yes, of course.
My client has a tax problem.
He has imported a car. It was a bargain.
"Imported", you say?
Your client?
- Yes. - OK, he received a cash gift
and used it to buy the vehicle. Tax free.
Excuse me.
I'm just an intern, but I see how you feel.
Could I help somehow?
How are you doing? Moneywise.
Sorry, I almost forgot.
I have the money...
You don't owe me any.
I just wonder how you're making ends meet.
I could raise funds if need be.
No, thanks. I'm better off than before.
- Goodbye. - May I keep your paper?
Sure.
Good day.
Judge Biedron! Hi!
I hear we'll meet in the courtroom.
So we will. How do you know?
A little bird told me.
Meanwhile, I have a favor to ask of you.
No biggie.
Always at your service.
There's an interesting case, if you're willing: 346.
Thank you.
I'll tell you what to do.
Go find this guy
and ask him whether the new unions
as a gesture of goodwill, would show that they care
and vouch for Darek, regardless of his views.
- Can I have his name? - Sure thing.
Damn! Where's the paper?
Evaporated?
Gone.
Impossible, though not unheard of, sir.
Get me another.
But it's twice as much now.
- The Tribune? - All dailies.
Stay put.
I haven't done it yet.
But it's possible.
Is he alive?
- Yes. - But he can't be with you?
- No. - And he won't be?
- Never. - All right...
I'll put you to sleep. You'll follow my orders.
Then we'll try to erase him from your mind.
Please lie down.
Make yourself comfortable.
Eyes open.
Look at me. Good. Now relax.
Make sure your body is fully relaxed.
Lower your eyelids, lock them shut.
You're feeling light, calm, your muscles are relaxed.
Your eyes won't open. Lift your hand now.
It's light, no effort needed.
You're asleep.
Lower your hand gently. You're not feeling your arms,
your legs, your body.
You're not thinking about anything. Not about him.
Doesn't matter if he lives or not.
He's out of your mind, he's no more.
You won't wish him around you.
You won't feel like seeing him, talking to him.
You won't be willing to be with him.
When you wake up, you won't remember his voice,
his face.
You won't desire to think and you won't be thinking.
I'll wake you up now.
You're beginning to feel your body.
It's getting heavy. Sleep wears off.
I'll count down to zero and you'll wake up.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.
You're awake.
We'll see. You may need another session.
You know how to find me.
Are you all right? A glass of water?
Yes, please.
It helped?
Yes.
Antek...
Mom! Mommy!
What's the matter, honey?
You had a bad dream? What about?
Come on, tell me.
- You won't? - OK.
- Well? - About you and Dad.
Nothing wrong with that.
I've never told you...
- What? - One night I woke up.
Your light was on.
Dad was lying on you. You were both naked.
Now the same happened in my dream.
What were you doing then?
Making love.
That's how it happens.
You were born because Dad had snuggled up to me.
Now you're loving me. Hugging me.
Mr. Labrador!
- You're with someone? - Alone.
- And this coffee? - For you.
Thank you.
I was hoping you'd call me.
I wonder what you'd say
to the following scenario:
the new, legal unions vouch for Darek.
Would you release him?
What's the union's position?
They'd go along.
But he'll be a problem, right?
I'll talk to him if only you give me hope.
It will be an en banc decision.
You seriously think it's a way to make peace?
Not really. It's just a trick of the trade.
Guess what I'll say.
- Fucking shit. - Precisely.
I'll see you.
Biedron drank your coffee.
Sir, my idea was to wait it out with you.
I know.
- I see and hear well. - I was happy
as long as you handled crimes and divorces.
But Darek's case, with your defense strategy...
Listen.
If you can't, you don't have to.
I'll give you a good reference anyway.
Look what I got from your wife.
The Tribune? From Joanna?
Read it.
This is what's happening.
Do you know any of those people?
Yes.
A neighbor.
- We were on strike together. - Right.
I'm going to see him.
- What about? - To get him to vouch
for your demeanor.
I won't toe the line.
Accept all they'll offer.
Jump at the chance.
That guy is one of your fellow strikers.
- He was. - He was, fine.
But he can vouch for you and you'll be out.
Which will help us
take your case off the fast track
or a suspended sentence. Cant you see
the time's not ripe for winning?
Stay low-key or you'll be sidelined.
I've never asked a defendant to kindly leave jail.
Don't ask.
- You're not eating? - No.
You think this will change something?
Yes.
I can't bear the sight of you hurting yourselves.
- Damn, is this country... - Sir, we can't accept...
Then don't! Protest!
Yell: I won't have it! Die! Come on!
Jump out the window!
I can't.
The bars.
Precisely.
Have you noticed that you folks chose to live?
- Who? - You.
Your class.
You decided it after December 13th.
You didn't charge the tanks.
You disapprove?
No. But I think you should draw conclusions.
If you chose life, be ready to withstand a lot.
No. 5 - to point out the consequences.
If Antek's dignity-focused concept
is useless without Antek
and Darek won't act on my suggestion,
here's a third option.
It'll be fair to tell him.
Let him decide.
It was a mistake to take on this case.
Not at all, my boy.
He's a great guy.
I told him to sweat it out somehow,
waste no time on gestures.
But his stance may serve a purpose.
People want to be better, more courageous, but don't know
how to go about it. They need an example.
Who are we, by the way?
- Defense attorneys. - Yeah, sounds credible.
I've defended murderers, sharps, - all wanted to get out.
And this innocent doesn't.
45 years in this job and now that boy
makes me ask myself:
who is it that we defend? Against who? From what?
Has it crossed your mind that we are namesakes?
I'm constantly aware of it, sir.
OK, we need to tell him that his wife is safe
and the girl will attend preschool.
And that they'll be provided for.
That he shouldn't worry.
Who's to tell him that?
You, of course.
Yeah, sure.
But I can only put it the way I see things.
- What's playing? - It's cool. You know it?
- Yes. - Look what I have.
- What's this? - A tear gas shell.
Where did you get it?
- Where have you been? - On Constitution Square.
Stay away from that area.
Promise?
Smell it.
Still stinks.
You're all I have. Promise me. Please.
Mr. Labrador is tired.
He wants to defend you as he's done for years.
But you broke away. It's good,
because we're facing challenging times
and consequently you have to yell.
Never mind the bars.
You will be heard.
"Yes, I plead guilty", you'll say.
"I called a strike because I want to fight."
"I just wish I'd figured it out earlier."
The petty workplace problems were just a pretext.
Your cause was larger.
The crew backed you up, chose you as their leader,
because few of them had your courage.
But you had the guts
and regret nothing.
It looked like a run-of-the-mill trial.
Now we can invite some people.
They won't let them in - good for us!
That'll make things look even more serious.
The news will spread.
It'll be the talk
of the town.
Imagine the courtroom speech.
Your Honor! I'm not asking for leniency.
The defendant is a humble man, like many others.
He stands out because he has courage.
Courage can spread like a disease.
The defendant poses a danger because he's courageous
and truthful.
The truth will filter out through the bars,
therefore, Your Honor, your work is futile.
Futility and helplessness stir up rage.
And the defendant is prepared for this rage.
- You're speaking about hate. - And what do you feel?
Mr. Zyro spoke about clearness.
That both parties should clean their eyeglasses,
that we need to help find a path.
That everybody has to find that path by himself.
Even if other people... By himself.
It's poetry.
Mr. Labrador says there's no evidence.
So I should put on a smile and get out
as soon as possible.
That's pragmatism tailored to this reality.
A compromise, as a matter of fact.
I'm offering you a third option.
You went on strike to crush the system.
- Say that. - No, it wasn't for that.
- Not really. - What was it for?
Whether it's clear to you or not,
you did it to crush the system.
If you want to do time, do it for a reason.
Here the lowest sentence is 3 years.
- Up to...? - Very well!
Let it shock, alarm.
Or we'll be lining up forever,
happy to get some soap.
- Still fasting? - Yes.
Don't give up until the trial.
The worse you look, the better.
What's the matter?
Out with it, dammit!
You should cut down on your French, sir.
Sorry. He broke his hunger strike.
- When? - Yesterday.
You have won.
Yeah. So I have.
We're defense attorneys.
Here's the pledge of support. Time to use it.
Yes.
- What's the date today? - 3rd.
Go to the court and give it to Biedron.
I'll be there in an hour.
Get going, dammit!
I'm here to say goodbye.
- Why's that? - I'm leaving.
It's hard. I'm at a loss for words.
- Where are you headed? - Back, via Canada.
- Not too easy? - Maybe.
But why seek difficulty?
I'm disappointed.
The world I remember is gone -
the smiling faces from photographs,
handshakes... How clear and simple.
That is no more.
- It was Antek's world, right? - It was.
Yeah.
People have turned inward, gone different ways.
You don't know right from wrong.
I won't be with these, I can't be with those.
I've tried on my own, but then you're always alone.
I thought maybe... I'm leaving.
Antek is here.
Give yourself a break.
I've seen him.
- In a dream. - No.
I really have.
Why didn't I ask him...
- Where are you off to? - Downtown.
Drop me off.
Come in.
It's begun.
I hate fatty foods, bacon, smoked meat.
You want to be shapely and skinny.
You don't enjoy eating.
You don't want to eat.
You don't feel hungry at all.
You're asleep.
You're asleep.
- He vanished? - Yes.
- And you want to lose weight. - No!
I'd like you to do the same again.
Well, if he's gone...
But I'd like it again.
You fooled me.
He's dead, isn't he?
Yes.
You see...
I have no connection with the other world.
Mom!
I visited those graves with Dad
when we came to Grandpa's.
May I?
- I won't be long. - Go.
I love you.
Hear me? I love you. I do.
- Mom, it won't be pleasant. - What?
I love Dad's mother more than yours.
I'm not surprised.
We seldom visited. Why?
I've brought you now. Look, Grandma.
Grandma!
He loves you so much. Said so in the car.
He's good. Well-behaved.
- A good boy. - Be on your way.
Don't worry. Going far?
No.
Mom!
- Don't leave like this. - I said bye.
We say "see you" if it's to last longer.
- I'll see you, Mom. - See you, Jacek.
Verdict on behalf of the Polish People's Republic.
The District Court in Warsaw
having considered the case
against Darek Stach, charged as quoted in the indictment,
finds the defendant guilty of the offense
and based on the provisions of the Martial Law Decree
as well as the Decree on Special Procedures,
dropping an accelerated procedure,
sentences him to 18 months in prison.
Execution of the sentence is suspended for 2 years.
As follows from the ruling,
Darek Stach is released from detention.
You are free.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
- Sir! - Yes?
You shouldn't.
We'll leave in a moment.
We'll leave in a moment.
Change of perspective.
Last day, last case.
Excuse me...
Can I read you something? I found it by chance.
OK.
I have no clue how it came about: from a cub wolf I turned to a mangy hound.
Perhaps wild wind was missing in my snout,
I wouldn't squint my yellow eye, skybound.
Perhaps it was fear's reflection, not a burst of flames, that lashed at my back.
Perhaps nobody had to put that collar round my neck.
Nobody came for me, but along I trotted, dog-servile and humbly devoted.
O Lord, you hold dear even those that creep, know how to stir up pride
in worms' pale blood, help open up the throat that lets out a silent scream.
Assure me that I'm free although I weep.
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